Hmph

Okay, so I’m not exactly going to talk about work, but I AM going to talk about the damn work softball team. There’s only one person (that I know of) at work who reads this, and 1) She loves me (right?) and 2) She’s not on the team.

So – you know how “There’s no crying in baseball?” Well, I’m an idiot, and there is. ‘Cause – well – you know, I’m in first grade and I was apparently picked last for kickball.

I’m not making any sense.

Last year was the first year we played. I started it, ’cause I thought it would be fun, but a couple people just kind of took over. I let them, because hey – I got to play, it was fun, and they knew what they were doing. Last year our team sucked. The big one. We lost every.single.game. It was very sad. This year we lost about 1/2 our team due to employee turnover. Apparently our head honchos, who are also on the team, know how to schmooze and started recruiting. We just had practice last night, and we have a very very good team.

So after the practice we all came to the middle to discuss placement, since it was the first time together. Much discussion back and forth. Oh this person should definitely go here, and here, no this one would be better here, etc. Then they assigned. Everybody. They went in the order we were standing there, and skipped me. Then they came back to me, and very dismissively said, “Oh, you can be in the batting lineup, and maybe you can play if someone gets hurt.” I nodded. ‘Cause what am I gonna do? Argue? When the talent was fairly obvious?

I cried all the way home.