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| Diva Does Golf...sorta |
| 05.07.08 (10:42 am) [edit] |
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Monday, I used a 'personal day' to volunteer at a golf tournament. I had to be there at 6am. Now, I'm a morning person, but I was out late the night before. (Date with Doc Xray) Me - unpaid. Doing lots of grunt work. Meanwhile, there were 6-8 'staff members' standing around, eating Krispy Kremes, drinking coffee and watching the volunteers work. (Don't you just love those types?) After four hours of getting things set up, getting the golfers registered and on their ways, I was shuttled to the 13th hole to supervise contests they were having. The other woman there thought that as long as the golf ball landed on green grass, it counted as 'the green'. Yeah. And I was extremely amused by the guys that have all the 'tools and toy's. The new GPS distance finder - analyzing how far to the hole. Then tossing grass up to evaluate the wind speed and direction. Then all these sorts of posturing adjustments. And then... the swing! The ball chunks about 20 yards into the woods. I laughed my ass off. I chatted with the golfers, took pictures and killed time. The person in charge of us didn't leave us with coolers of beverages. Thirsty and bored at times. One golfter only had beer in his cooler, so he took a coke can, poured beer into it and gave it to me. My tee-companion was a tee-totaler. (Whatever) I was bored between players, so I had fun sliding down this big hill on the plastic lid of the container holding the gifts for getting on the green. It was fun. Like I said, I was bored. No cell phone signal. I was trying to avoid listening to that woman talk about her divorce and how men are all evil and how she's better than them. Her feet were larger than most mens. She was at least 6'2. BIG Girl. As the final team played through, I was supposed to be picked up to be taken back to the clubhouse. The management person (that had been doing nothing all day) had been having fun racing around the course instead of bringing us drinks finally came around. And the golf cart died going up the first hill. So "Big Girl" and I end up pushing her lazy ass and the golf cart up the hill. She's giggling the entire time. I was not amused. I finally gave up pushing and walked back to the clubhouse and headed home. I got a couple of business cards from guys inviting me to go celebrate Cinco de Mayo with them or whatever later. Nah. |
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