... and things get ugly. Chess is a brutal sport. And complicated. It's not all black and white. Except for the board. And the pieces. It's quite racist, actually. There are no pawns with exotic accents. Not all pieces are allowed to go wherever they want. Only the queen can do that. And the other queen. And the kings, but slowly. But they don't go anywhere anyway. Not until most of the pieces are off the board. They get moving once the plebs are pretty much all dead.
I don't play chess often. But when I do, it's rare. I've just mentioned that. Sometimes it is medium or even well-done. I guess many chess players enjoy a bit of blood. It's quite brutal. I've said that, too.
Sometimes you need to repeat things. When the person you're talking to is not very intelligent. Or not paying attention. Or when you're not. Sometimes you repeat things you're saying even when you're not talking to someone. Maybe it is better to be coherent when you're talking to yourself? As you may have probably realized by now, this is not a very good story. A story needs action, a timeline along which things are happening in a certain order. You're interested in how it goes, it gets captivating, you start liking some characters and disliking others, it gets exciting. You want to know how it ends. But just before that, mom closes the book because it's getting late and you have to wake up early. But you'll continue tomorrow. She then moves to her room, where things start to get exciting for daddy. Now he has to convince mommy he's already brushed his teeth, when mommy was reading you the story. There is some rustle and then an abrupt segue to darkness. You fall asleep, and now you're dreaming. There's a giant spider coming towards you. You wake up scared and realize you're not a child, you're a grown-up and you fell asleep with your face on the keyboard. Your face emailed gibberish in your sleep to random colleagues from the address book. And there's a meeting in 20 minutes. Suddenly, the giant spider is not so bad anymore. Unfortunately, there's no time for another nap. Hopefully, many of your emails are gibberish all the time and probably nobody will notice you sent them whilst asleep. That's why it's great not to set high expectations. 19 minutes left. You can read a bit. A good story to keep your mind off spiders and meetings. Something to relax you. Or coffee, maybe? Never hurts to have one before a meeting. With a bit of luck, someone in the cafeteria may even tell you what the meeting is about. Or maybe you'll meet that new lady from Finance. She looks nice. Will she be in the meeting, too? Of course, there's nobody interesting in the cafeteria, and the coffee is cold. What is this place coming to? You head to the meeting room and realize there's nobody there. Except for a spider. But it's not gigantic, it's tiny. It's hidden on a leaf in the plant in the big pot near the door. Well, it thinks it's hidden; if it were, you wouldn't notice it. Or maybe you're such a great observer. That's what happens when you don't have much to do. Until yesterday you didn't even know there were plants in the meeting room. And until now you didn't even realize the meeting is actually tomorrow. Maybe you're not such a great observer. Anyway, back to your desk. You don't feel like working, and you don't feel like going on YouTube again; you've already spent half your morning there. Time for something new. Something challenging, something to keep you awake for 3 more hours. Maybe some chess; it's such a brutal sport, time will fly in no time. Remember?
Well, anyway... another day at the office.
I don't play chess often. But when I do, it's rare. I've just mentioned that. Sometimes it is medium or even well-done. I guess many chess players enjoy a bit of blood. It's quite brutal. I've said that, too.
Sometimes you need to repeat things. When the person you're talking to is not very intelligent. Or not paying attention. Or when you're not. Sometimes you repeat things you're saying even when you're not talking to someone. Maybe it is better to be coherent when you're talking to yourself? As you may have probably realized by now, this is not a very good story. A story needs action, a timeline along which things are happening in a certain order. You're interested in how it goes, it gets captivating, you start liking some characters and disliking others, it gets exciting. You want to know how it ends. But just before that, mom closes the book because it's getting late and you have to wake up early. But you'll continue tomorrow. She then moves to her room, where things start to get exciting for daddy. Now he has to convince mommy he's already brushed his teeth, when mommy was reading you the story. There is some rustle and then an abrupt segue to darkness. You fall asleep, and now you're dreaming. There's a giant spider coming towards you. You wake up scared and realize you're not a child, you're a grown-up and you fell asleep with your face on the keyboard. Your face emailed gibberish in your sleep to random colleagues from the address book. And there's a meeting in 20 minutes. Suddenly, the giant spider is not so bad anymore. Unfortunately, there's no time for another nap. Hopefully, many of your emails are gibberish all the time and probably nobody will notice you sent them whilst asleep. That's why it's great not to set high expectations. 19 minutes left. You can read a bit. A good story to keep your mind off spiders and meetings. Something to relax you. Or coffee, maybe? Never hurts to have one before a meeting. With a bit of luck, someone in the cafeteria may even tell you what the meeting is about. Or maybe you'll meet that new lady from Finance. She looks nice. Will she be in the meeting, too? Of course, there's nobody interesting in the cafeteria, and the coffee is cold. What is this place coming to? You head to the meeting room and realize there's nobody there. Except for a spider. But it's not gigantic, it's tiny. It's hidden on a leaf in the plant in the big pot near the door. Well, it thinks it's hidden; if it were, you wouldn't notice it. Or maybe you're such a great observer. That's what happens when you don't have much to do. Until yesterday you didn't even know there were plants in the meeting room. And until now you didn't even realize the meeting is actually tomorrow. Maybe you're not such a great observer. Anyway, back to your desk. You don't feel like working, and you don't feel like going on YouTube again; you've already spent half your morning there. Time for something new. Something challenging, something to keep you awake for 3 more hours. Maybe some chess; it's such a brutal sport, time will fly in no time. Remember?
Well, anyway... another day at the office.
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