Current mood:sick
I had an experience yesterday that I thought I had left behind me when I graduated. Sadly, as it turns out, this is not the case. My company is competing in Cape's Corporate Games this year. They do some real sports and some goofy shit like innertube water polo. Well, I was going to sign up for trivia night, but it falls on a night I work. No problem, I thought. I'll play poker. Well, I'm not the world's greatest dealer, and everyone is required to take a turn dealing. So I said to hell with it, I just won't play anything. We don't have to participate, and those were the only two events that sounded interesting. So YESTERDAY...apparently they're having trouble finding one more girl for basketball. So Kim (who's organizing the whole thing) was in the newsroom talking to one of the reporters and spotted me over a cubicle. She yells, "Hey, Katherine, do you play basketball?" Immediately the reporter yells, "Hey, yeah -- you're tall!" As if. I literally busted out laughing, and Kim just headed for the door. I looked at her and finally told her that she really didn't know what she was asking, and basically that I'm as clumsy as I am tall. My problem here is that even before I was in high school, when I'd go into work with my mom or whatever, the coaches were all over me, asking when I'd be a freshman, had I thought about trying out for the team, etc. Larry Trickey (for those of you who knew him) once actually asked me why it was that "people like me" always wanted to do things like be in musicals but not play basketball. For crying out loud! Just because someone is tall doesn't make them good at or even want to play basketball. That's like assuming that someone who sounds good when they talk would want to join a choir. "Surely they can sing, right? I mean, listen to them talk. They'd be one hell of a singer!" I know some of you reading this have experienced the same thing, because I've seen it happen to you. I just thought I'd moved past all that once I joined the "real world."
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