Someone shut off my water at work and no one is fessing up to it. People at work, I'm miffed that you did this, but more importantly, I don't know how long the water was on, and I don't know if I need to drag out the
200 foot
hose again (that I had to put away this afternoon) to continue watering, because some random person interfered in my course of fucking business. The three most likely culprits have denied, and I'm gonna feel like an ass, but I've had too many helpful people shut off my irrigation without telling me, and, Surprise!, plants die.
I have a feeling that it was the Executive Director. Lovely man, I'm getting to the point where "I hate him" is an accurate description. When put the question of a sticky business, instead of saying "let X deal with this as according to their contract" he replied "oh, goodness no, you can't plant that because of reasons!". Not the answer needed, the answer was one of responsibility, not plant selection, which, as the most ignorant plants person I have ever encountered, you are excluded from having an opinion upon, and is not your department anyhow. You have a horticulture department and a grounds committee to make those decisions, back the fuck off. you don't know what the fuck you are talking about and I hate you.
I tanked the install schedule. After a 2.5 hour meeting that was still going on when I left because I had nothing more to contribute. Fine, it might be a config issue specific to the test system but until
you can figure out what went wrong so we don't do it on ops,
you CANNOT install it on ops. That you found another bug not previously know just underscores it. I get it makes everyone pissy, but we do acceptance testing so that ops can have a dry run making sure we can config and run the system according to our procedures. If we can't, that is a showstopper. That's the POINT.
I got to the pool an hour late and swam off my frustration. Now dinner.
My response at this point would be these exact words. "I was a volunteer. You were never my boss. I will not put up with your bullshit anymore. Fuck you, I quit - effective immediately."
Cause Teppy, she just forfeited any shadow of right to any notice or courtesy, not that these people had not already.
I have coworkers I actually have to tell "I cannot do this right now. You need to go away." And I get paid for that. As a volunteer, she's only due the time and brain space you deign to give her. Put that tiara on and OFF WITH HER HEAD. Or, you know, firm NO and a terse resignation offered above.
Hell, I ignore people's emails for hours at work if it's not a good time.
Chiming in with the "QUIT THEM NOW, TEPPY" chorus. "Dear organizer person, I must resign the volunteer position of library coordinator, effective Sept. 15th. Best of luck in finding a replacement volunteer."
You don't owe her any reasons or explanations, just notice that you're not going to be doing this thing any more.
I have coworkers I actually have to tell "I cannot do this right now. You need to go away." And I get paid for that.
Same here, and it's great!
God, my back is totally spasming over the past couple days' frustrations. Swimming helps, but I'm not swimming right now!
Folks learn really quick that I say exactly what I mean. I do figure out who needs a softer delivery and who just needs the blunt, but ...
C&P Anne's post and send it.
In unexpectedly delightful news, my faux-son did the majority of the work cleaning out the storage shed. He's refused to take anything but gratitude for this, and I'm not arguing. This is his way of honoring Hubby.
We had an old filing cabinet in the shed, and there were various Magic cards. I figured they were pretty worthless as they weren't from the early sets. I just came home to find the check faux-son got for selling those cards. $1500. Blink.
Practicality says dump it all in savings. Whimsy says "Found money! Do something fun!" Debate has decided $1000 into savings. And I'm going to go buy a couple of yarn toys I've been mulling. And maybe an expensive skein of yarn or two. And the rest of that in the cash stash.
