Very interesting stuff going on here at work today. We have a pool tournament going on at work. Huh? Didn’t I mention that along with the great view (oftentimes inside and out
) and the two big flat screen televisions, my office lunchroom has a pool table? Ok, so its not regulation sized, it is more along the size of the pool table Midas has at home, but it works for me.
Anyway, so they arranged this pool tournament, seen? I was in it, but a lady knocked me out. Long story…. suffice it to say that I find that I always play women easier than I play men, and I think I did a bit of that and then realised that I shouldn’t have, but it was already too late… I don’t want to take too much from her still, she is good. Still, I do feel I could have managed her if I wasn’t trying to go easy at first.
The effed-up thing about it was that the lady and I finished on the same amount of points, but they used this arcane, silly, effed-up rule that because she had already faced me and beaten
me, then she would go through. I didn’t know that this rule was in effect, I thought we would have had to play again to see who would go through and I was planning to really bring it in our next match up, but it wasn’t to be.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t pissed. I was more than a little bit bitter about that, but ah so it go. Next time for her, but thats not what I was talking about today.
So today we are in the quarter final round, seen… one of my bredrins, (who a lot of us thought was going to win the whole thing, actually) was beaten by the guy that sits beside me (lets call him Tom). I was quite surprised, I didn’t know that Tom was that decent at pool. I need to get a game with him one of these days! So we (the spectators) were all clustered around this pool table watching these two guys competing for pride and for a $50 gift voucher at Gillians Pool Hall, and I must admit, it occurred to me that the atmosphere was much like that which would obtain at any real big sporting event, like Wimbledon or one of those big golf matches with Tiger Woods in it or something!
Seriously! The deep silence as people lined up and sized up their shots, the gasps and the applause after really good shots, the tension in the air… it was great! I wish I was still in it! But there will be another tournament! I vow to do better in that one! There will be another tournament, won’t there?
Dem better doh play wid me, eenuh! 
Hear what! I’m going to leave you now, because its getting late, but I will leave a little present for you. I want to leave you smiling, you nuh seet?
Three contractors are bidding to fix the fence at Jamaica House. One is from Montego Bay, another from Kingston and the third, from Mandeville. They go with an official from Jamaica House, to examine the fence.
The Mo-Bay contractor takes out a tape measure and does some measuring, then works some figures with a pencil. ‘Well,’he says. ‘De job gwine run yuh ’bout $90,000: $40,000 fi material, $40,000 fi my crew an’ $10,000 profit fi me.’
The Mandeville contractor also does some measuring and figuring, then says, ‘I can do dis job fi $70,000; $30,000 fi material, $30,000 fi my crew and $10,000 profit fi Mass Me. ‘
The Kingston contractor doesn’t measure or figure, but leans over to the Jamaica House official and whispers: ‘$270,000.’ The official, incredulous, observes: ‘Yuh didn’t even tek measurement like de addah contractah dem! Weh yuh get such a high figgah?’
‘Easy man,’ the Kingstonian explains, ‘Look yah! $100,000 fi you, $100,000 fi me an’ we hire de breddah from Mandeville’.
You know that this is how people run business in the Caribbean for true, right?
TTYL.
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