Is it egomaniacal to want to jump ship and sail solo? Am I a hard-hearted Hannah for wanting to do my own thing? I'm not breaking up the band, after all. I am merely trying to pocket some nice moolah for doing what I do very well, and that's play trivia (we just won't mention the sports round). One of my local clubs has started having a trivia night on Saturdays, and I've gone along with one of my regular team mates from my usual Wednesday night game, and we've done well. Won it, in fact. Yay, us. However, our other team mates are interested in playing, too. Wednesday's game is more a social thing; the prizes are not especially lucrative and we end up with vouchers and have a nice meal in the club's Thai restaurant. The trivia at the Saturday night game is a slightly different style, both format and in terms of questions, and you know something? I do pretty damn fine at it. My younger team mate is keen to split into two teams if all of the team end up coming along. The rest of the team is not; they see trivia purely as a social outing. My viewpoint varies significantly in that I see it as a chance to feed my kids and pay bills. My team mates do not struggle financially; I do at the moment. They might see me as a treacherous traitor, a treasonous troll, a disloyal and dastardly desperado, a morally-bankrupted monster, or maybe they think I've outgrown my Size 9s. Yes, it is a nice night out and fun, but I'm just a touch jaded at sharing a monetary prize with people who contribute no answers.
The scenario of someone in a confirmed group wishing to branch out is often shudder- and dread-inspiring. For every Paul McCartney, or John Lennon, or Neil Young who has ever branched out and done a solo project, there is a countering Peter Criss (and I'm a Kiss fan), Mick Jagger (his solo stuff is execrable), or Bill Wyman (listen to 'Je Suis Un Rock Star', and I won't need to explain it to you. If, after a listen, you still require an explanation, then for the love of God please don't breed).
But I'm going to actually give it a go. I'm going to tell my team mates this is nothing personal, but when you spend your morning getting an extension on the time to pay your phone bill, you must seize the chance to earn a little extra cash with your extensive internal collection of useless knowledge and facts. It's such fun trying to secure an extension on the day by which to pay the phone bill. I rang Telstra and spoke to a clerk, and explained I needed an extension of time. 'Do you think you could pay by credit card today, Ma'am?' he asked. I sighed, and it was a heavy sigh. The sigh of a clinically depressed blue whale. I tried to keep my syllables to a minimum, and said, 'If I could pay by credit card today, I WOULD, but I CAN'T.' For this I must thank my kid who, minus my blessing, purchased some shit for this online game he plays, the account of which is linked to my credit card. My kid is not enjoying the suspension of his privileges and the unending line of chores he must complete to pay me back.
But on the bright side, I got through the edited copy of my manuscript today, and compiled a list of alterations to send back to the publishers. It's a tedious and stultifying task, but my novel must be polished and presentable for the reading public.
I was also told to go screw myself by some dick (ironic!) on a social media thread today. My response was to explain again what point I had been making, that same point having fired up the twatwaffle in the first place. I then thanked him for his suggestion I attempt self-impregnation, and added that my own self-defilement would be a much better bet than engagement in any type of carnal relations with him.
To bed now. I still have to finalise a costume for my credit-card-maxing little monster for the school play. So much to do....
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