bookmark_borderI’m bad

A few days ago I had a hard day at work and at one point when I had a little break in the (non-stop PR) action I craved a smoke. So I went to the washroom and washed my hands. Then I washed them again.

After my OCD episode, I threw the paper towel on the floor (instead of in the garbage can because I’m still a bad girl.

Since I am now a non-smoking bad girl I need new ways to express my badass-ness.

I have also stopped rinsing the pop cans before putting them in the recycling bin.

Next I’ll stop holding the door behind me for the next person.

Oh yeah, I’m bad and I don’t care.

bookmark_borderBowling with RSI

My co-workers and I spent the afternoon at Webb’s Royal York Bowl.

Today is Wednesday and the seniors’ leagues play on Wednesdays and Fridays at 1 pm. We got there about halfway through the festivities. In honour of the holidays the seniors had a guy in Santa suit milling cheerfully about and they also had a whole lot of donuts and snacks. Some of the seniors seemed nice and friendly and others looked ready to conk you on the head with a pair of bowling shoes for getting in their way.

I have never seen so many active old people in one place at one time.

I bowled one strike and two spares but I think I was the lowest scoring player overall. I’m actually pretty good at 5 Pin (from my days as a camp counsellor) but I suck at 10 Pin — the balls are just too heavy. I would’ve kicked some ass if we were playing with the smaller balls. Really. I probably would’ve won.

Also, another good excuse for my poor performance is my RSI. After about 5 or so turns my arms and fingers were numb. But I didn’t care, I wanted to knock down some damn pins.

Next year our holiday party should perhaps not involve a competition. I am such a poor loser. Good thing I’m great at most things and I need not suffer this type of humiliation on a regular basis.