The New Job

I have a cubicle.


That still seems funny to me. I got hired to work as a "locate specialist" for Child Support Enforcement. Pretty cool job, I track people down. When I find them, I call them.
We have a chat.
It's fun.

They pay is good, and the hours are chosen by me. I would have to try real hard to get a better job than this.

Now I'll have to spruce up the old cubicle. Interestingly enough it's in the building where Office Space was filmed. So my cubicle is, by default, the epitome of a cubicle.

Yesterday, my boss invited me to play in a home game with him and some pals of his. A few Austin-American Statesman sportswriters were there, including one I met in Oxford, MS. I busted him in the second or third level when my KK met his AQ on a Q-hi flop.

I played tight while the blinds were small, then really opened it up in the late stages. My live game was rusty in terms of chip handling and counting but my reads were spot on. With around 10xBB I got HU. I was outchipped about 2:1 and tried to steal the first HU hand. When he came over the top I was priced in to call for all my chips and found myself way behind with 67hh to his 66. A beautiful 7 peeled off on the flop, and I took a commanding chip lead.
My opponent pushed with J2o on the next hand and I insta-called with A4o. The community helped no one and I won the tournament.
7 people played and 3 spots paid. The buy-in was $20 and I won $80. I was happy with it.

We played another tournament and I busted fairly early when my AQss couldn't outrace A8dd. An 8 on the turn ejected me from contention and onto the rail.