Nothing in that room is mine (although a case could be made for the table) except my computer chair. I have no feelings for the papasan. The only factors in the papasan's favor are poverty and laziness.

Vent alert:

Ever done something where you thought you deserved all kinds of praise and appreciation and got the reverse? That just happened to me. Well, it's not quite so bad as that--I just accidentally created problems with the best of good intentions.

Last night I noticed that an organization I volunteer with still listed an upcoming meeting's location on the website as TBA, so I pointed that out on our yahoo group, because I'm trying to get a new person I just met involved, and I wanted to be able to send her the URL with all the info. So the new info got put up--only when I checked it this morning, I noticed a problem. We're meeting at a church, but the directions were to another church a few blocks away with a similar name. So I mentioned that on the list, too. S, our resident geek, said, "Shit, you're right," and the info was fixed.

So I was expecting a certain amount of, "Yay, Susan! Good catch! Wouldn't it have been awful if some new person trying to attend her first meeting had gone to the wrong church and found no one there? We're so glad to have a detail-oriented freak like you in the group."

Instead I get an email from L, one of the board members, CC'ed to S, saying that our webmistress turned in her resignation because she was upset and embarrassed that we handled it in public. (Apparently there have been other incidents she felt like were handled unkindly in the past, not involving S or me, and this was just the straw that broke the camel's back.) I sent the webmistress an email saying I was sorry, hadn't known the protocol, and had been acting with the best of intentions trying to make sure the correct info was posted as quickly as possible. But I'm feeling pissed off and indignant myself, because I really can't see how anyone could've read my intentions as anything but, "We need to fix this asap for the good of the group."

Got it, Emily.

Hmmmmmm...

Sorry...That was at Emily. Surprise, surprise.

{{{Susan}}} I'm so sorry. That sounds like an icky situation.

Well, you can't control feelings, so she can certainly feel angry and hurt. However, you CAN control actions, and resigning seems awfully drama-queeny. I would have contacted you after the first Yahoo posting and said "Thanks for the head's-up. Next time, please give it to me privately and I'll fix it for ya." Taking action before finding out your intentions (last straw or not) is not helpful behavior.

Yeah, and the multiple cc's? It's All About Her Drama. Anyway, I'm sorry, Susan, that sucks.

Oh my god I'm so hungry. And sleepy.

Yeah, and the multiple cc's? It's All About Her Drama. Anyway, I'm sorry, Susan, that sucks.

She wasn't the one who contacted me--she sent her resignation to the board, and one of the board members contacted me and S to let us know what had happened so we could assure the webmistress we hadn't meant to hurt feelings or step on toes.

It's just frustrating to me because, while I make no claims to being an especially nice person, the one thing I'm not is subtle or catty. It would never occur to me to try to hurt someone I only barely know (I'm still new enough to the group and bad enough with names that I'd have trouble picking the webmistress out of a line-up without a name tag), nor to be so indirect about doing it. If I have a problem with you, you might not know it right away, because I'm a bit conflict-avoidant, but if I decide to bring it up, I don't play silly games.

Susan, it seems more like an unfortunate coincidence. K was probably on the brink of going a little nuts and any comment, good or bad, would have made her do what she did.

You think you can trust librarians and catalogers. You can't. I'm on the section which describes the construction of Cutters (the bits of the call number that describe the author, not essential info). They're constructed off the first three letters of the Main Entry, generally the author's last name.

Their example last name? Cumming.

They're sitting in their office snickering like twelve-year-olds, I know it.