21 December: Less stress, more beer
Ah.....the joyous feeling of being at midterm, with nothing to worry about for a few weeks. Tied to the feeling of knowing that nothing is happening at work, but I'm still getting paid, and we're getting given an extra 3 days leave this year, to cover the period between Christmas and New Year.
Friday was our team Christmas lunch. We went bowling first, which was a lot of fun, and occasionally laugh out loud funny. Notably when our skinhead IT guru slipped after bowling and ended up sprawled in the lane next to his. Onwards to lunch, which frankly could have been better, but who cares, it was OK.
Back to work (still not having done anything all day except play on BL, go bowling, eat, and sit around while the skinhead IT guy installed iTunes on my PC). Sit around a while more, stroll over to the university, come back, watch some cricket on the giant projector screen in the boardroom, then it's time to go drinking with the workmates, so I do that for a while, sneak off to have dinner with some other friends, and then head back to my workmates.
At this point I've had about 7 beers, 2 wines, 1 champagne, and a sake. So I'm nicely drunk. I have another beer, and the conversation turns to the sacking of John Mitchell as coach of the New Zealand rugby team. I'm firmly of the opinion that this is a mistake, and I tell Don so - 'the thing is, elite coaches need time to perform. He'd only been in the job a year and a half. What we need to be doing is giving these coaches more time in the job, so they can build a side, without the constant pressure to perform, at once, or be fired". All of which is fine. And then my drunk brain remembers that Don is the coach of the New Zealand softball team. Who are world champions twice in a row. And he's also in charge of the support programme for elite coaches in NZ sport generally. So he probably has a better idea than I do about what elite coaches need.
At this point, I stagger home before embaressing myself anymore.
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