Fury of a Scrabbler scorn

And the battle was lost.

I finally conceded that I would have to miss, for the first time since I was eligible to participate, the Singapore National Scrabble Championship. Quite ironically, it should happen when I actually put in the most effort studying (admittedly more due to the new dictionary).

And it was due to work, the project that had sapped substantial spirit and time from my life two months ago. That beast had perfect sense of timing. Just my luck that our team had to get Friday and Saturday for presentation slot when drawing lot with the other candidates in the bid, instead of, say, Monday and Tuesday.

More agonisingly, it is highly likely that I will only have to attend the presentation and sit pretty, since my company only plays a minor role in the whole project, and the lead company will be the one running the entire session. We supporting minions are there to be backup in case they have to redirect some questions, and to sit and present a united cohesive team supporting the whole bid, us all the linebackers. I guess I will feel better missing the Nationals making some important presentation that no one else can be delegated to handle, but no, I will sit pretty from 830am to 6pm doing nothing instead. The Boss had initially expected, and wanted to request for, allocated slots for the different partners to present and support their own expertise domain, and hence not waste all that time there. She instead came back from the briefing awed and said the lead team knew their business and knew what they’re doing. Hope dashed.

We better win the darn deal…