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Easter Weekend
Apr. 25th, 2018 10:47 pmMy Easter weekend went interestingly.
I had, by semi-accident, got the Thursday before Good Friday booked off. (I had annual leave left over from last year that had to be used up before the end of March. I hadn't realised that the end of March was Good Thursday, as it were.)
I went to the cinema to watch Black Panther (which I enjoyed, see previously). When I came out of the cinema and headed to the train station and ran into my section head. And thankfully amused her when I said I hoped co-worker C had put my leave in the departmental calendar (which I didn't realise you had to do because, although I <3 my boss, he, like me, has a forgetory instead of a memory). Luckily, C had.
Friday I got talked into helping set up for the Birmingham. Actually, that's unfair. I've promised to try to help out before but now that I finally have a job where I am not expected to work Good Friday so I actually did it this time. 5 hours later, I got to go home.
It wasn't *quite* as bad as I make it sound. I got to meet up with N, who has shredded his Achilies fencing. The exact description was that it felt like something hit the back of his leg, he thought it was a mask, he looked down, saw nothing, took a step and then pain.
The next day was women's foil. I fenced ... badly. I would like to blame the fact that I was having a three-pad bleeder of a day, but I suspect I would have lost horribly. Just not that horribly ;)
I did win one match, against what I can only describe as an awkward leftie. Lefties come in 4 flavours, "awkward good," "awkward bad", "classical style good" and "classical style bad". "Awkward bad" get a lot further in competitions than they ought to because they're just so damned awkward. This particular awkward bad has potential of being good, but at the same time, can be beaten by short, pesky and pokey. And I am nothing if those three things. So I actually beat her, admittedly also because I turned into a rage beast. Anyone who says you can't win angry just don't know how to use their anger properly.
Got knocked out in the second round (right tactics, poor execution, something I can work on, also, you know, I got 6 on the 22nd ranked in the country so you know, it could be worse), and finished 3 hits short of points. Oh if only I had fenced better!!!
As I was cooling down, I was wearing my hoodie, and apparently stomping enough that one of my friends called me "mini-Hulk". I tried to claim I was nothing like, which he granted, by saying, "no, I was more like Bruce Banner three seconds before he turns into the Hulk!" With friends like that ...
Trying to gain reassurance from another friend, I was told it was the way I walked. Apparently, I look like a cowboy after a long day in the saddle. Both of them were informed that they should watch it, I have swords.
The day after, when I finally got up, because I was cream-crackered, I went to help pack up. Which is another three hours of my life I won't get back, but that time I was at least fed and watered. I am easy to please.
Bank Holiday Monday, I did my usual thing of sushi and a film. The film was "Isle of Dogs." How much you like it depends on how much you like Wes Anderson. I found it slightly too Wes Anderson for me, a friend who hates him couldn't stand it and a friend who loves him thought it was great.
I had, by semi-accident, got the Thursday before Good Friday booked off. (I had annual leave left over from last year that had to be used up before the end of March. I hadn't realised that the end of March was Good Thursday, as it were.)
I went to the cinema to watch Black Panther (which I enjoyed, see previously). When I came out of the cinema and headed to the train station and ran into my section head. And thankfully amused her when I said I hoped co-worker C had put my leave in the departmental calendar (which I didn't realise you had to do because, although I <3 my boss, he, like me, has a forgetory instead of a memory). Luckily, C had.
Friday I got talked into helping set up for the Birmingham. Actually, that's unfair. I've promised to try to help out before but now that I finally have a job where I am not expected to work Good Friday so I actually did it this time. 5 hours later, I got to go home.
It wasn't *quite* as bad as I make it sound. I got to meet up with N, who has shredded his Achilies fencing. The exact description was that it felt like something hit the back of his leg, he thought it was a mask, he looked down, saw nothing, took a step and then pain.
The next day was women's foil. I fenced ... badly. I would like to blame the fact that I was having a three-pad bleeder of a day, but I suspect I would have lost horribly. Just not that horribly ;)
I did win one match, against what I can only describe as an awkward leftie. Lefties come in 4 flavours, "awkward good," "awkward bad", "classical style good" and "classical style bad". "Awkward bad" get a lot further in competitions than they ought to because they're just so damned awkward. This particular awkward bad has potential of being good, but at the same time, can be beaten by short, pesky and pokey. And I am nothing if those three things. So I actually beat her, admittedly also because I turned into a rage beast. Anyone who says you can't win angry just don't know how to use their anger properly.
Got knocked out in the second round (right tactics, poor execution, something I can work on, also, you know, I got 6 on the 22nd ranked in the country so you know, it could be worse), and finished 3 hits short of points. Oh if only I had fenced better!!!
As I was cooling down, I was wearing my hoodie, and apparently stomping enough that one of my friends called me "mini-Hulk". I tried to claim I was nothing like, which he granted, by saying, "no, I was more like Bruce Banner three seconds before he turns into the Hulk!" With friends like that ...
Trying to gain reassurance from another friend, I was told it was the way I walked. Apparently, I look like a cowboy after a long day in the saddle. Both of them were informed that they should watch it, I have swords.
The day after, when I finally got up, because I was cream-crackered, I went to help pack up. Which is another three hours of my life I won't get back, but that time I was at least fed and watered. I am easy to please.
Bank Holiday Monday, I did my usual thing of sushi and a film. The film was "Isle of Dogs." How much you like it depends on how much you like Wes Anderson. I found it slightly too Wes Anderson for me, a friend who hates him couldn't stand it and a friend who loves him thought it was great.
