fox | dream theater

I dreamed I was officiating at a curling tournament of some consequence, and my office-mate, of all people, was running one of my clocks. The coach of one of the teams on that sheet was very interferey, and I kept calling up to see why the clock had stopped, why it was still running, or why -- in one memorable instance -- both clocks were running (memorable because on the official clocks we use for Important Events, it is not possible for both clocks to run at once). The coach had kept on asking my office-mate/timer to stop the clock for timeouts and a variety of other things, which she is not allowed to do, and I finally said to the timer, Look, only the players can call a timeout, and the clock stops for one minute, and it resumes when the minute is up or when they throw the next rock, and the coach has nothing to do with you; and then when I went to try to fix the time, give a team back a minute or so that they'd been charged incorrectly, both clocks were running and then one of them wouldn't stop and the whole thing was a disaster.

I was assisted in all of this by ES from Utica, whom

flt is going up to work with in a couple of weeks. The news from Utica was that they had been supposed to get a brand-new facility, a big domed arena thing with special space for curling, but the plans had fallen through -- though not before, being Utica, they'd had t-shirts and sweatshirts made, so now they had all this paraphernalia for a building that didn't exist.

So this morning I e-mailed the Green Bay people about scheduling practices. It's definitely time to get on the ball with that. :-)