Among the fallen was a low-level manager from the third floor, C., whom K., G. and I knew from the Golden Days of Foosball. C. had become our "fourth" in the last year or so, when the three of us reunited and resumed playing only to discover a dearth of team members willing to join in prolonged doubles matches. It is with some small regret, ( Read more... )

After seeing my boyfriend essentially three times over the course of the last week, I am finding it hard to return to a normal life. Sure, there's something to be said for not having to expel multiple loads of semen from your ass, but I was kind of enjoying being thrown off my regimented social schedule for a bit. The somewhat impromptu trip to ( Read more... )

"You know, it's funny... The only time you ever smile or laugh is when you are playing foosball."
- my coworker/manager S.

I think failing to work out for nearly four weeks straight has substantially improved my foosball game. When your sole form of exercise--and outlet for myriad quotidian frustrations--is slamming a little pink ball with helmeted, vaguely humanoid unipeds, you learn to bring your A-game to the table. Today was the second day in a row that I have ( Read more... )

After a two-hour PRD review lead to several startling revelations about our summer release, I worked out my frustrations by making the foosball table disappear. The noise generated by it and the pingpong table in our fabulous new workplace-without-walls has become intrusive enough to spark discussions of disposal. Even though I haven't touched ( Read more... )

I just won two games of cutthroat in a row, the second of which was a never-before-seen double-skunk. K., who has lately developed into a better foosball player than I, was so angry that he refused to acknowledge my presence as we passed in the hall.

I was supposed to wake up early this morning to go get an estimate for the repair of my car. Unfortunately, I was up until two in the morning writing, which necessitated not only sleeping in but also watching my videotapes of the week's episodes of American Idol before going to work ( Read more... )

After a rather rapid series of five games (K. and I won four), we have learned that my balls are softer and more textured than the well-worn balls to which we have grown used. It is far easier to get a good grip on my balls. My balls stop on a dime. However, you have to hit my balls much harder than others to get them to go as far. In general, ( Read more... )

An unintelligible Asian coworker was just in my office rambling about something. I simply steepled my fingers in front of my chin and waited for another coworker to translate. After things were sorted out to both of their satisfaction (without my having said more than one or two words), the aforementioned woman stumbled backwards over one of my ( Read more... )

My lord, the days are painfully slow when there is no foosball. I suspect K. stayed home with the kids today. I am sure it does not help that I am sitting at my desk consuming Theraflu Cough and Cold 'Night Time' formula mere hours before I drive off into the swirling eddies of snow. I am most likely supposed to inbibe this concoction solely ( Read more... )