Thursday comp: 1-1-1

"But what was really going on was I had developed a crush
I just didn't know how to tell it to her
Should I cut off one of my ears and mail it to her?

Seems like so long ago since I've blogged. It's hard to remember things that happened, and even if I could, it's harder to remember them in order.

On Tuesday I missed a call, and when I checked the voice message it was the prosecution calling me for an interview! I called them back later in the afternoon and scheduled an interview for the following Thursday. There will be two people on the panel, and one of them was the lady who interviewed me last time for the temporary position. Not sure how she felt about me.

Joe's girlfriend posted the photos of our last game up on fb. I didn't realise she took 99 photos!!

There is one photo which I kept looking at. It's of me in mid-air at the free throw line, the ball having just left my hands, with Dim and his little vertical trying to get a hand in my face. It's like 'that' Jordan shot against Russell, only taken from the right side. Everything is frozen in moment - Yunk is running around behind me, and everyone else around the ring is trying to box out for the rebound.

I still remember that shot clearly. We had just come out of halftime. I inbounded the ball, got it back straight away, ran to the free throw line and jacked it up.

Swish.

It was a great photo. But it also gave me a touch of sadness because maybe, just maybe, it was the last great shot I ever took. Who knows, maybe my knee won't be able to do that anymore? But anyway, I'm just glad that it happened, and even more glad that the photo was taken. This one is truly for keeps.

On Wednesday we didn't have court, so I took the first half of the day to have my x-ray. I didn't have to wait long before a blonde, conservative looking girl called me in. She wasn't the most attractive person, but attractive enough to be the type you'd want to marry. What do you call them anyway? Are they doctors?

Getting onto the table was very reminiscent of a massage table, and I told myself to push all those thoughts out of my mind as I laid there. Luckily my body and mind were rational enough to distinguish the two.

A few snaps were taken with me and my knee in various poses, I was asked to wait outside while she looked at the scans, and then I was sent off with the scans to be later sent to my doctor.

I went home, changed, and headed off to work. I probably didn't need to go, but again it was for a perception thing. It was a good thing for Twish, because she called me up and asked me to get something from her room to fax to her. She told me she received a call for an interview too but she hadn't called them back. When I called her later to tell her the fax had been sent, she said she called them back and couldn't find a date when she'd be available so they said they'd call her back when more dates in June came up.

Idiot! She should've just taken whatever was there!

On Thursday morning, GS and I were up at the court level having a conference with a witness, and when we were finished we were just standing around talking, and then he says "I think they want to give you something" and I turn around to see the two paras, and the cute one says my name and hands me an envelope.

I say "good morning" and look at her, and she has this bit of a cold look on her face.

Aight, fine then.

Later on in court, her and her two friends are sitting in court at the back. My client calls me over, and as I'm walking back to my seat, I decide to look at her. Looks like she's just finished saying something to her friend, and she's smiling and looking at me. We hold eye contact for longer than usual, and then I look away as I turn into my row.

God this is fucking Darth Vader all over again!!!

But I should be smarter this time. Smarter to know that I haven't got a chance. Things like this don't work for me. Why? Because things for me always seem to work better when I start off not liking the girl, and we get put into a situation where we spend some time together and then she starts liking me.

It can never be a thing where she likes me from the start, before she even knows me. Maybe it's because she's put me on the pedestal, and then everything she finds out about me afterwards is a disappointment. Or maybe it's because I already know she likes me, which makes me nervous and stuff up. I don't know.

After work I went home for a while, then changed for bball. I wasn't changing into my uniform, but I was going to bring it with me just in case, I figured I could at least stand around if we didn't have enough people.

However, I was pretty intent on not playing. Instead, I wanted to be coach. I had come up with the idea of playing a full court 1-3-1 press since we had so many people.

Dunnycan called me while I was driving there to say he was too tired to come.

I got there early enough to watch a good portion of the second half of the game before ours, and so I got to chat with the new guys Carter and Roger. Both seem to be pretty nice guys. I'm surprised at how 'soft' Carter seems to be, seeing that he's the top scorer on another team in our Sunday comp I figured he was a bit of a tough macho kinda guy.

Everyone turned up except Dunnycan and Fab, which worked out pretty well. I got the guys to do the 1-3-1 press everytime after we scored. We managed to limit the other team to five points at halftime!

However, they came back pretty strong in the second half, and came within just three points before we managed to pull away again and win.

So my first coaching stint for the season was a success, although I'm not sure if it was because of me or if it was because we played a shit team. Gotta wait and see I guess.

I can tell Geoff is going to be frustrating to coach. He just doesn't listen. He went one on five and jacked off a bad jumper, I took him off and told him not to, and you know what he said? He said his passing was off and he had no one to pass to! Wtf? It's not like we have a shot clock or anything...

Yesterday on the way to work at the train station I bumped into that old guy who also interviewed me for that temp position. I smiled and he just looked at me. I guess he doesn't recognise me.

When I got off the train I saw GS, so I walked up to him and we started to talk. I told him about my upcoming interview and one of the questions that Twish gave me, and he gave me a very thought out answer. Not only that, but after we got into the office, he kept thinking about it and kept calling me into his room to give me more suggestions. Wow.

Court was only a half day, but after we finished I stayed back with DC to work on his stuff. It was raining so I accepted a lift back, and he drove me home even though he was going to the city for the opening of PL's new bar.

On the way we had such a good laugh, joking about how we could tell the jury our client was innocent because he was too dumb to be in the conspiracy. We were pretending there was a performance review for criminals, and the boss would be like "what?! You gave them your real number?? You told them where you were born? You kept calling the police up?? Stop going fishing all the time!!" haha.

I told him about the question Twish gave me as well, and he gave me an answer which I would've given had I not spoken to GS about it, which was a pretty dumb answer I must admit.

This morning I went to see my doctor about the x-ray results. I had booked this time, and it was a different receptionist - the chubbier one. Despite booking, I still went after everyone else who was there before me, but it wasn't a long wait.

Anyway, I didn't break any bones, but the doctor suggested it might be a ligament issue, thinking I either strained it or sprained it, so I'll have to have an MRI, which will cost nearly $200 and I don't know how I'm going to pay for that.

When I finished, I went to pay and it was a little embarassing because the machine kept rejecting my bank card, so I had to use my credit card. I later went to an ATM to see why, and I realised it was because the car company had taken their monthly payment and I had forgotten to move my money from my savings account to my normal account! Far out.

On the bus, I thought about something the doctor had told me whilst I was in there. He told me about an incident earlier in the week. I sat there wondering whether it was genetic. I wondered if my extreme insecurity with/hatred of girls/excessive amount of jealousy was a mental illness.

I watched game 2 of the Cavs-Magic series earlier, and fell asleep on the couch because the Cavs had taken such a huge lead. But I heard it was a close game, so I gotta watch the replay tonight.