It's so rare when something absolutely IotW worthy doesn't happen at the job, so I had to dig hard to find some good stuff.  This week's winners (yes, winners) are a solid bunch.  They were chosen not because of their incompetence (they're all actually quite intelligent and thoughtful people) but because of their capacity to annoy me.

   Winner Number One is Charlie.  Oh, do I like Charlie.  He's gotta' be one of my favorite people (all he has to do is email me an application and I'll put him on the list).  Unfortunately, his new tactics of annoying me until I take down the page about him don't make me smile.  Talking about mustard on my car (either my new one or Ryo-oki) isn't the way to make friends.

   Winner Number Two is Danielle.  I don't care how sweet you are, you do not dispute the Nick at Nite pages!!  If they said you were irresponsible and careless, then by God, you were irresponsible and careless!  The Nick has spoken.  Defy me again, and I'll..... do something horrible.  Well, maybe not horrible, but very not nice.
 

   Now, those are the IotW's.  However, here's a runner-up, someone who did something so foolish out of work that it bears mention.  It was at the paintball day.
 
 

   Winner Number Three is a new guy, someone who doesn't actually work at my job.  He's being awarded an honorary mention because of his actions in a particular game of speedball that will never be forgotten by any of us.  Let's not tease him too much.

   The game was center flag speedball.  Simple rules.  Grab the flag and hang it on the opposite end in the epponent's stand.
 

   It was a pretty standard opening, but I distinguished myself by rushing all the way to the center, under heavy fire by the opponent's, and hanging out right under the flag under cover.  I held my position there, as I couldn't move until my team eliminated some of the guys right up close to me.  That didn't happen fast enough; someone took a very skillful shot and actually shot me through a hole in the bunker I was ducking behind.  Excellent shot.

   The game went pretty well after that, though, as my team eliminated most of them, but two or three guys kept us from trying anything too brave.  Frank, however, made a dead run to the flag under cover fire and snatched the flag.

   Here's where he earns his award.

   He rushed for the flag station with all of his remaining strength, weaving and cutting, hoping to get there safely.

   Somehow, he didn't hear anybody, be it the ref, his teammates, eliminated players, bystanders, and even the other team yelling "Wrong way!  Wrong way!!"

   He ran to his own flag station.

   "F***!!!"

   Anyway, he tried to make up for it by charging for the station in the remaining few seconds, but was tragically shot only five feet from the stand.  The game ended in a draw.

   A heroic effort.  A foolish mistake.  But fun for everyone.  Good job, Frank.