Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Update: Still Bad With Balls

I don't know why on earth I continue to humiliate myself in various facets of life. This afternoon, at lunch, three of my new-coworkers and I went out to lunch at Moe's, which has the best $4 burrito I've ever eaten (note that I said $4 burrito, my vote still goes to the Bob Burrito at Pollo & Papas in San Diego).

After lunch, we headed upstairs to the foosball room. Mmm hmm, you heard me right, we have a foosball room at work. Apparently, my fellow co-workers have a daily foosball ritual each day at lunchtime, and they wanted to initiate me. I like foosball, and I didn't want to be left out of anything, so I halfheartedly agreed, knowing they would eventually regret it.

I tried to warn them. I told them I was bad with balls. But they were all jokes and smiles, especially once we started playing. My partner, Tristan, wanted a dissolution no more than 30 seconds into the game, when I lost control of my foosball stick (or whatever the f*ck it's called), and scored on my own team. I tried to pass it off as a passback to him (I was playing front, he was in the back), but no dice.

So then I decided that I was just going to make light of the situation, and I started making an assload of jokes about how he wasn't pulling his weight. I told him that perserverence was key if we were to win, remindeding him with a metaphor that that even Britney Spears - ahem - Mom Federline, I mean - was rejected by lots of labels before she was successful. You would have thought I was a f*cking circus clown. They were laughing hysterically at the combination of horrible comments and debauchery I was causing on the table. They claimed it was the best game ever and demanded a rematch (not that there was anything to match) tomorrow at lunch.

As soon as my knee gets better, I'm sticking to the elliptical trainer.

posted by KA @ 11:38 PM