Lyda here. I was going to call this post “Pollyanna gets PWNED“.
This post contains no spoilers, in case you haven’t read the books or watched the series yet. Which you totally should do.
Have you read A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin? My Brother the Professor calls him “Railroad”. It’s the first book of the Song of Fire and Ice series, and it’s awesome. My son The Sith Master loaned me the books, and I devoured them and can’t wait for the next one to come out. Write faster, please, Mr. Martin!
Have you seen the HBO series “Game of Thrones” which is based on the books? A coworker loaned me his DVDs of seasons 1 and 2. The series is awesome, and faithful to the books. As it should be, as the author is involved.
So – this co-worker and I decided we should play Game of Thrones in the office. Without the “cutting off body parts” component of the originals. Silly HR rules.
We named it “Game of Flags.” It’s basically Capture the Flag. We divided the office into four teams. You have to get the other team’s flag to your workspace, take a picture of a teammate with it, and email it to the office.
The competition is getting brutal.
Friday I was guarding my team’s flag.
It was stolen twice.
I only had to guard the thing for two hours. How hard could that be? Very hard, apparently.
So I learned some things about myself.
- I am as easy to distract as a kitten. Each thief used a teammate to distract me – one with complements on my knitting (the second pair of baby booties is on display at my desk) and the other with Doctor Who pictures. But seriously? They probably could have done it with a laser pointer. Shiny!
- I am a very bad loser. When I discovered the first theft, I acted like a toddler whose been awake for a month, ate all the Frosted Flakes in the store, and lost her toy. I was just lucky that there weren’t any managers around to witness my meltdown, and that my coworkers accepted my profuse apologies for behaving like an ass. I was calmer for the second theft, at least on the outside, although inside I was cursing.
- I am still capable of embarrassing myself so much that I want to run away and never come back. (See previous.) One might think that one would outgrow such things. One would be wrong.
- I hate competing. I didn’t like it as a child, and it still sucks. Possibly because I’m such a bad loser. Possibly because I always seem to lose. I never liked sports, spelling bees, or anything else that pitted me against the other kids. Instead, I was always rooting for my friends to do well. I hated it when the teacher called on someone who didn’t know the answer. I didn’t like being graded on a curve. Not because it wasn’t fair, but because I was the one who aced the test and ruined the curve for everyone else. Yes. That was me. Sorry.
- I am far too trusting to be let out on the streets. I never suspected my coworkers of trickery. I probably need a keeper. Hopefully my keeper would have an awesome sense of direction, which would also solve my getting-lost problem.
- I’m a terrible guard. Don’t hire me for that. You’ll only have yourself to blame when the crown jewels go missing.