Have you ever wanted to punch a fat bitch? OR Protests, tabs, and the computer that wouldn't.
Alright, the wide wide world of Policy debate runs fairly quickly: our group is the awesome, we're efficent, the computer does everything. So it was no surprise to us when the last round started and within two hours, the round was over AND it was tabulated AND we knew who would be participating in the run-off and elimination rounds. Oh, but no. Enter the halt. For some reason none of us know (possibly a protest), we sat on our happy asses with our schematics for two hours. Our event went from 1.5 hours early to 45 minutes late. Fuck you protests, fuck you.
So said round gets done, I turn in our ballots, and I look over at the LD people and I see... cards. For those of you not in debate, when you tabulate manually, you use index cards to represent each team. I ask 'why are they tabbing on cards' and the answer is 'the computer doesn't pair the round correctly'. Thankfully, the man who wrote the program was there to rewrite the program... but that still took two hours. Two hours of staring at this fabulous programmer write code. Jane, the coach from Grapevine who can't leave until we tabulate our event, decides that after a long day with hungry people who are doing literally nothing but stare at a man who is staring at a computer, videotapping the boredom would amuse her. I start to turn around to face the camera and she says 'no Jason, I want to film your bald spot'. I've never come closer to punching a fat woman in my life cause that is not what I needed to hear at that moment.
On the good news front, I have a blank financing check with which to purchase a car. It's so delicious I just may touch myself!
So said round gets done, I turn in our ballots, and I look over at the LD people and I see... cards. For those of you not in debate, when you tabulate manually, you use index cards to represent each team. I ask 'why are they tabbing on cards' and the answer is 'the computer doesn't pair the round correctly'. Thankfully, the man who wrote the program was there to rewrite the program... but that still took two hours. Two hours of staring at this fabulous programmer write code. Jane, the coach from Grapevine who can't leave until we tabulate our event, decides that after a long day with hungry people who are doing literally nothing but stare at a man who is staring at a computer, videotapping the boredom would amuse her. I start to turn around to face the camera and she says 'no Jason, I want to film your bald spot'. I've never come closer to punching a fat woman in my life cause that is not what I needed to hear at that moment.
On the good news front, I have a blank financing check with which to purchase a car. It's so delicious I just may touch myself!