winning
New (Cleveland-centric) euphemism for taking a dump:
"I'm taking the Browns to the SuperBowl."
So tonight I went to an awards show. The widget I work on was nominated in a very specific widget category for the second straight year. We were up against four of the strongest, most well-established widgetmakers in the business, and our award was the last one (out of like 50) to be announced.
We won! It was really exciting. I've never really won anything before. Even in this case, I didn't technically win. The head widget-makers on our team get to take home the actual statuettes and give the acceptance speeches, but I feel that my efforts have played at least a small, small role in the success of our widget, so I take joy in the victory.
It was a nice capper to a cruddy week. Things finally started looking up on Friday, when I trusted my instincts in a particular situation and refused to cave to what I thought was unreasonable pressure. It paid off as a couple of balls rolled my way and the opposition was finally forced to punt.
So, 1,100 men went in the water, 317 men come out, the sharks took the rest...meaning that Isired is our USS Indianapolis winner with his guess of 350. What a story.
"I'm taking the Browns to the SuperBowl."
So tonight I went to an awards show. The widget I work on was nominated in a very specific widget category for the second straight year. We were up against four of the strongest, most well-established widgetmakers in the business, and our award was the last one (out of like 50) to be announced.
We won! It was really exciting. I've never really won anything before. Even in this case, I didn't technically win. The head widget-makers on our team get to take home the actual statuettes and give the acceptance speeches, but I feel that my efforts have played at least a small, small role in the success of our widget, so I take joy in the victory.
It was a nice capper to a cruddy week. Things finally started looking up on Friday, when I trusted my instincts in a particular situation and refused to cave to what I thought was unreasonable pressure. It paid off as a couple of balls rolled my way and the opposition was finally forced to punt.
So, 1,100 men went in the water, 317 men come out, the sharks took the rest...meaning that Isired is our USS Indianapolis winner with his guess of 350. What a story.
posted by hans q. bungle at 00:51
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