ayy kicka kicka kicka
my career path has always been that of a process of elimination. i know that i am not going to be an engineer (or an industrial designer), a teacher (for all intents and purposes), a doctor (c'mon now), or a long list of other employment choices. for those not on the list, it's a matter of time before they get eliminated too, i'm sure. but after today, "professional kickball referree" can proudly take its place on the list of 'things i don't ever need to do again, even if i'm getting paid for them'.
after being grilled on thursday by the league rep to see if i knew the rules and could hold my own, i was promised that things would go smoothly on sunday. the division had some problems with the ref in the past few weeks, hence the change of guards. but as i arrived and learned i had to not only chalk the field, but i had no ball to play with AND i was in for at least 5 hours of work ahead of me, i could see why the previous ref had taken to drinking before/during the games.
as usual, i winged it best i could and, in retrospect, got through it relatively unscathed (though i know now i made some bad calls due to my own ignorance on the rules)... no injuries, no fights. i usually chalk that up to success. but with 5 1/2 hours without a bathroom break, my hungry stomach starting to gnaw on itself, and my nose and fingers turning icy, i think i will have to stick to the indoor sports from now on.
actually, let's see when (if?!) i get paid at all for all these adventures. THAT, my friend, will determine my future in stripes.
current mood: cold, hungry, and i still need to pee