So my job is often rather boring. There are spats of frenzied activity, surrounded by mounds and mounds of lethargy-inducing down time. Sorta like being Janet Jackson’s public relations person.
Anyway, I have cast about for ways to while away my time while at the office. Bitter experience has taught me that some activities (self-love, whaling, the production of musical scores using methane) are frowned upon by the powers that be in our organization. Creativity is obviously not highly valued around here.
The SDMB does an admirable job of filling the void, but it’s rather unpredictable. Let’s face it, sometimes there just isn’t anything worthwhile to read on here. (As proof, look at the tripe you’re reading right now.) One of my co-workers, in an effort to stave off boredom, has mastered the art of thumping paper clips with only one hand. His goal at the moment is to hit the door of the CEO’s office while standing at the doorway to my office, without getting caught. This is actually a pretty fair distance; contrary to popular belief, I am not a captain of industry. I’m more like a cabinboy of industry.
In frustration, I have turned to some of the preprogrammed games on my work computer. Solitaire occupied me for a time, but couldn’t keep my interest. Pinball is okay, but isn’t exactly cerebral in nature. I find myself keeping a cigarette tucked behind my ear all the time and refusing to take off my black leather jacket (with the collar turned up, naturally) if I play it too often.
I decided to try Minesweeper. And thus the Portal to Hell opened.
Oh, the game is entertaining enough, if rather drab. The object, if you have never played it, is to discover where a set number of mines are located by clicking on a grid of blank tiles. If you click on a mine, the game is over. If you click on a non-mined tile, it will tell you how many mines surround that particular tile. You then have to use logic and deduction to determine where the mines are around that tile. Simple enough, right? I played the Beginner’s version, and the Intermediate version, and had a grand old time. So I moved up to Expert.
Big mistake.
See, the problem is, the game is very deceiving. Supposedly there are only 99 mines in the Expert version, out of 480 tiles. My ass, there are 99 mines. I’m quite sure the game moves the frickin’ mines around while I’m not looking, just to mess with me.
Plus, the Expert mode freaks with your head. It’ll put a solid block of 20 mines all together, and there’s no damn way to figure out what’s in the middle of all these gray tiles without clicking on a mine.
And it knows (oh yes, it knows) how frustrated I get when I spend five minutes working the board, quickly identifying the mines, just be-bopping along, only to hit a brick wall. I’ll run out of corners to work. I’ll be faced with a solid line of tiles, no corner in site, and all the numbers next to the tiles will say “1.” Ten “1s” all in a row. How the hell am I supposed to know where the mines are? Ain’t no logic involved in that; now I’m reduced to trusting dumb luck. And my luck is always exceptionally dumb. It’s the George Bush of luck. I always click on a mine at this point, and watch five minutes of work go down the drain. It always seems to happen when there are about 20 mines left on the board. So near the finish line, and denied once again.
The coup de grace occurs when I’m feverishly clicking the tiles, closing in on a new personal best for beating this machination of the Devil, and a co-worker will stick their head into my office to ask me a question. “Hey, Sauron, have you sent out that e-mail about the new pricing structure yet?” No, you buttmunch, I was this close to finally putting this game in its place, and you had to come and INTERRUPT my train of thought with some trivial work detail that ** COULD’VE WAITED AT LEAST ONE MORE MINUTE …**
I have taken to playing the theme song to the James Bond movie “Goldfinger” using naturally occuring methane, but instead of singing “Gold-finger,” I sing “Mine-sweeper.” Just to show the game the level of disdain with which I view it. It doesn’t really help with the frustration, but I’ve found that it will keep co-workers out of my office for upwards of ten minutes at a stretch. Sometimes longer, if I’m able to get into the second verse of the lyrics. That usually requires Mexican food for lunch, though.
Does anyone else share my strange fascination/hatred with this innocuous game? Or am I alone in spewing vitriol all over this program of Satan?
Full disclosure: I’ve been playing the game, off and on, while posting this thread. And now the damn thing is telling me that I’ve identified every single mine on the board, except one. Ninety-eight mines down, one to go. And there are three tiles remainnig under which the mine could be lurking. No amount of deduction is going to tell me where the mine lies; I’m going to have to trust to George Bush luck again. Here we go …
Shit.