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Dec. 9th, 2007 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisUrgh.
The day that there's a massive ice storm warning for the entire area, I've got to drive to school, to one of the elementary schools in the middle of the day to give a presentation, back to my school, then to my dad's school to help him (possibly--we were told that there may or may not be people there) coach this little intermural volleyball thing. And then home. In the ice.
I really, really don't want there to be school tomorrow. Not because I have a lot of homework that I don't want to have to stay up late finishing, though that's a part of it, but because I am terrified that they won't call it off but the roads will be shitty anyway, and bad things will happen. I DO NOT HAVE A REAR DEFROSTER, SCHOOL CANCELER PEOPLE. I CANNOT DRIVE IN THIS WEATHER.
*sigh* There's this one team at volleyball that keeps giving me shit. All year. I'm so fed up with them. So, you know, I don't call everything. I try to keep it fun. When I was calling everything, teams ended up quitting because it was too hard. They were bitching at me this evening for some lift that somebody on the other team ostensibly did. Yeah, the hit was questionable, but I called it fair (and would have done it again--shitty technique, but illegal? I don't think so). Much grumbling ensues, followed by one of them--we'll call him Bob--saying (loudly) something about needing to get a rule book in here.
Well, Bob, let's go over why that was a stupid-assed thing to say. First of all, the definition of a lift was not in question, only whether that one fit. Unless your rule book has an instant replay camera, fuck you. Second, Bob sir, out of 6 teams, you are the single most frequent lifter I've got. And you know how often I call you on it? Almost never. You wanna play hardball, sir? 50% of your sets would be called by any serious referee as catches or throws because you let them get too far down before you hit them. Also, you did the exact same hit as the person who ostensibly lifted the ball in the very next play. Exact same. I didn't call that one as a lift either, because it wasn't. And finally, sir? I'M THE GODDAMNED REFEREE. He could have caught the ball, dribbled it down the court a bit, and then headbutted it over the net, and if I called it legal, it's fucking legal.
If I wasn't getting such amazingly good pay from this gig (which will go away if we don't have enough teams for a league in the spring, which is probably what would happen if I actually tried to exert my rightful referee authority), I would throw your asses out for repeatedly and rudely questioning the referee's calls and general unsportsmanlike behavior. The couple of you are pissing your teammates off just as much as you are me, they've told me so. Nobody's going to miss you.
Comments on dinner: I vaguely want more, but the beans and rice stuff we had is too spicy to eat plain and I can't afford the calories to cut anything into it (cheese and corn is what I did the first time) to dial back the spice. When mixed, though, it was a great amount of spice--just enough for your taste buds to trigger the fullness to your stomach/brain. Yum, whatever that spice mix was.
And I want apples. All we have are Red Delicious, and I'm not wasting 140 calories on these apples that I don't even like in the first place.
The day that there's a massive ice storm warning for the entire area, I've got to drive to school, to one of the elementary schools in the middle of the day to give a presentation, back to my school, then to my dad's school to help him (possibly--we were told that there may or may not be people there) coach this little intermural volleyball thing. And then home. In the ice.
I really, really don't want there to be school tomorrow. Not because I have a lot of homework that I don't want to have to stay up late finishing, though that's a part of it, but because I am terrified that they won't call it off but the roads will be shitty anyway, and bad things will happen. I DO NOT HAVE A REAR DEFROSTER, SCHOOL CANCELER PEOPLE. I CANNOT DRIVE IN THIS WEATHER.
*sigh* There's this one team at volleyball that keeps giving me shit. All year. I'm so fed up with them. So, you know, I don't call everything. I try to keep it fun. When I was calling everything, teams ended up quitting because it was too hard. They were bitching at me this evening for some lift that somebody on the other team ostensibly did. Yeah, the hit was questionable, but I called it fair (and would have done it again--shitty technique, but illegal? I don't think so). Much grumbling ensues, followed by one of them--we'll call him Bob--saying (loudly) something about needing to get a rule book in here.
Well, Bob, let's go over why that was a stupid-assed thing to say. First of all, the definition of a lift was not in question, only whether that one fit. Unless your rule book has an instant replay camera, fuck you. Second, Bob sir, out of 6 teams, you are the single most frequent lifter I've got. And you know how often I call you on it? Almost never. You wanna play hardball, sir? 50% of your sets would be called by any serious referee as catches or throws because you let them get too far down before you hit them. Also, you did the exact same hit as the person who ostensibly lifted the ball in the very next play. Exact same. I didn't call that one as a lift either, because it wasn't. And finally, sir? I'M THE GODDAMNED REFEREE. He could have caught the ball, dribbled it down the court a bit, and then headbutted it over the net, and if I called it legal, it's fucking legal.
If I wasn't getting such amazingly good pay from this gig (which will go away if we don't have enough teams for a league in the spring, which is probably what would happen if I actually tried to exert my rightful referee authority), I would throw your asses out for repeatedly and rudely questioning the referee's calls and general unsportsmanlike behavior. The couple of you are pissing your teammates off just as much as you are me, they've told me so. Nobody's going to miss you.
Comments on dinner: I vaguely want more, but the beans and rice stuff we had is too spicy to eat plain and I can't afford the calories to cut anything into it (cheese and corn is what I did the first time) to dial back the spice. When mixed, though, it was a great amount of spice--just enough for your taste buds to trigger the fullness to your stomach/brain. Yum, whatever that spice mix was.
And I want apples. All we have are Red Delicious, and I'm not wasting 140 calories on these apples that I don't even like in the first place.
