There’s no dignity in plastic seats

Tonight is the first practice for the office softball team. I am expecting a supreme gong-show. I was somehow volunteered to be a co-captain and tonight my other captains will not be there. I am unsure if I am supposed to run the practice, or hope someone else has shit under control. I am hoping someone else has shit under control. My only experience with anything close to softball was playing for the Cardinals back in Elementary school. I think it was around grade 5 and 6. I played back-catcher, and was pretty much the worst player on the team. I may have had 3 hits all season. I expect big things in the future.

There is also the matter of bringing beer. I was volunteered (or I may have volunteered) to be in charge of beverages for the games. This is all well and good but for tonight there was no sign up sheet (as far as I saw) and I have no idea who is going to be coming to the practice. So I am buying beer for an undetermined amount of people, and trying to find a common brand that everyone will enjoy. This is a daunting task. Luckily I have Meat (short for Dimitri) to help me and knowing him we will pick up whatever he wants. As long as I am not the one making these harsh decisions I am happy. I think I may be allergic to responsibility. A great character trait for an accountant.

In dorkier news, one of my major clients trusted this week. As far as I know, I no longer have that client, or at least we will need to bid on the job. I’m kind of disappointed because it is one of the only clients I really enjoy working on. Damn.