Oh, yeah! "That's okay...I, uh, won a contest." Ha! Aw, my digits rate the Hecliment.(Now I know they are beautiful.)

Well, the thing is, before this happened I didn't even know who the webmistress was. I mean, I'd probably heard her name mentioned at the January meeting as part of the new and continuing leadership team thing, but that's not the kind of detail I have a head for--that part of my brain seems to be reserved for copious amounts of historical data, song lyrics ranging from Baptist hymns to 80's pop hits, and, apparently, names and locations of churches within a five-mile radius of my house regardless of whether I've ever darkened their doors. And I honestly thought I was bringing it up in the right place. No one had ever told me what the protocol was, and it really didn't occur to me that it was the kind of thing anyone would take personally. Maybe I should've thought it through more, but even then I'd have had to ask on the list who I should contact if there was a problem with the website, so I still would've had to publicly mention the existence of a problem!

I know I'm being defensive about this. It's just that I didn't have even the tiniest trace of a bad intention, and it really would've been embarrassing for the group if no one caught the error in time. Also, frankly, every other time I've made a catch of this nature, I've been lauded for it, so the sting is a bit worse for coming when I was expecting a chorus of huzzahs.

What was the timeline on this thing? Cause I understand your point. Was there a chance filtering the change through Frieda would have caused people not to get the correction in time?

The meeting is a week from tomorrow. Which probably is still a ways away in Normal People World, but not to a control freak like me. And I was mainly worried about visitors, who wouldn't be on the yahoo group yet and would only have access to the website--I felt like the sooner the correction was made, the lower the odds that someone might look up the info, write it down on their calendar, assume it was OK, and show up at the wrong spot.

Susan, it may be that the board memebers were busy putting out fires and calming ruffled feathers with the webmistress that they it may not have occured to them that you'd feel slighted.

Susan, it may be that the board memebers were busy putting out fires and calming ruffled feathers with the webmistress that they it may not have occured to them that you'd feel slighted.

That's probably true. And I'm just flummoxed by the whole thing. I don't claim to be especially tactful and sensitive, but I'm not used to causing problems when I thought I was solving them, either.

And it is a useful reminder of how my individualistic and control freak tendencies get me in trouble when I try to play well with others. It's rarely this bad, but I've occasionally stepped on toes by just going ahead and doing something and then finding out that someone else expected to be part of the process or had information that could've helped me do a better job. In this case, since I couldn't actually fix the problem myself, that part of my personality expressed itself in the online version of jumping up and down, pointing, and yelling, "Fix it! Fix it NOW!"

From what you described I get the feeling that the webmistress's actions would have been the same no matter who pointed out the problem.

Probably true. I think the real problem, protocol aside, is that I stumbled accidentally into something involving past incidents I had no part of.

Susan, in this case, I would let virtue be its own reward. It sounds like the officers are too busy smoothing down the drama queen to have a thought to spare for you.

That's what I'm going to do. And besides, this is a useful reminder that I'm a bull in a china shop myself. I might as well try to learn from it.

OK, I went back and did a little editing to my posts to vague up some of the specifics of the situation, because I felt like I said too much. I still have a bad habit of forgetting just how public this little corner of the internets really is. I'm trying to be a little more intentional about what I do and don't say online, even though it's largely shutting the barn door after the entire herd of horses has escaped to cavort in feral happiness on the prairie.