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.

So the most recent email said "Call me at 10 p.m. and I can talk you through it."

Come over at 10pm and pick up the books.