Leaving The Barracks
It was a nice gentle Sit and Go night last night down at LC, and I fared well placing 3rd and 2nd to win about £100 total. The most interesting hand took place in the 2nd game:
There is a limp in early position and I check my option in the BB with
Flop arrives 8d2c4c which looks promising
I check, opponent bets and I suspect he might be on a big pair with the UTG limp. I call.
Turn is a 7 giving me top two pair + flush draw.
A raising war ensues and we get it all in.
I flip my cards to notice…whoops…, for only one pair, flush draw and gutshot. Hmmm - would have played this hand a bit different if I knew what my hole cards were! River blanks to cripple me against TT.
I then win about 4 coin flips in a row to get back in contention, and eventually get heads up with Shazbo. I am outchipped about 4-1 but one double up makes it interesting. However, at that point Shazbo declares herself the winner and pockets the first place prize money! Playing heads up with the Missus sucks :(
Anyhow, since this entry has been brief I will finish with a story from the past: When I was first starting out my career I joined Arthur Andersen, the giant American accounting firm. Andersen was a great place to work - exorbitant salaries, tons of young people, a huge drinking culture and massive entertainment budgets. Inter departmental drunken sex was almost actively encouraged. Every other Friday was spent drinking either to team build or with clients and, if you managed to curry favour with the right partners, your career settled into a fairly serene upward curve of pay-rises and promotions.
Of course it wasn’t all great. Any exam failure resulted in instant dismissal - failure was not tolerated. If you should upset any of the old guard partners, you would be marginalised and effectively cut out of the “Andersen family”, becoming some kind of invisible person around the office until you bit the bullet and left. I saw both of these fates happen to colleagues. And, of course, Andersen was involved in a succession of high profile accountancy scandals. When I joined, the firm was just settling the DeLorean debacle with a huge out of court payment. When I jumped ship, Enron had just gone belly up, and their web of hidden liabilities and dubious profits were rapidly coming to light.
Anyway, back to the start of my adventure, I was packed off to a week-long training camp in Holland which involved, well, mostly all night drinking, with a bit of corporate tax theory thrown in. At the end of the week, the new joiners were encouraged to spend the weekend sampling the delights of Amsterdam together, to continue the team building process which leads us to the Saturday night.
Myself and Wally were rooming together, as we were in the same team back at base, and were lying on our respective beds in our boxers catching a couple of winks before hitting the town. At this point, five of our female colleagues burst in, two of them the extremely fit 18 year old summer placement totty (Andersen recruitment policy seemed to be to hire women who were not only smart, but highly attractive). They all bundled onto Wally’s bed and woke him up by effectively winding him. I thought this was too good a photo opportunity to miss and would go down well back at the office, so I grabbed the camera and jumped out of the bed landing firmly in a photo-taking stance.
I found this clearly hilarious, but…something was wrong. My colleagues on the bed weren’t laughing and were just staring back. I put the camera down and stared back at them.
Wally broke the silence, and said in a very matter of fact way:
“Jimbo…your cock’s hanging out”
:(