September 3, 2012

• don’t wanna be in your club anymore

  I am writing on the eternal hope that my name may be spelled correctly in the directory.   If you are not the correct contact for this request I hope you will pass it on to the right person.
  My name is:  GerneyLee (removed last name just in case someone knows this bozo).  I also spell it Gernilee in the effort to be called Gurrkneelee and not gurney.  In any event I hope it will be spelled GerneyLee in the directory.

  -Gernilee

  
  These are the kinds of people I have to play with for this club I currently belong to.  Admittedly, I have zero interaction with this charmer.  This is good.  The first time I ever saw her face, she was correcting the guy who was an antiques dude doing a Antiques Roadshow type presentation for the club.  Incidentally her email address has gernilee.  How she can expect us to spell her name correctly when she keeps changing it is beyond me. 

  (I’m not oblivious to her plight.  I get the concept of the frustration of having your name spelled wrong.  Or said wrong.  My favorite is when the telemarketers call for Karen Crotch.  I have absolutely no problem declining to take those calls.) 

  And then there are the ladies who pay their dues in both the spring and the fall.  And the ones who move and don’t tell the club.  Or change other information and expect us to get it via the magic 8 ball. 

  The worst of all is a selection of ladies serving on the board.  The micromanaging past president who actually went through last year’s directory page by page to let us know what changes need to be made for this year.  (Including address changes and dead husbands.)  And this is the woman who put it into the board minutes that we players with the database, names and money need to use the correct membership list for making this year’s name tags.  I’ve deleted her email 3 times now or I’d include that too.  I guarantee you though, I’m not over-reacting (at least not by much).  She as much as called us morons for messing up.  It was me.  Of course.  Sigh.  I can assure you, I wouldn’t make that mistake twice.  Before the slap on the wrist and the public humiliation. 

  And I wonder if it’s all because neither one of us were at the meeting.  I have to wonder if this would have been said had I been there?  (I’m sorry I just couldn’t make myself go when the two people who let me roll my eyes weren’t there.) I don’t wonder what I’d have said back if it were.  I’d ripped somebody a new you-know-what.  ‘Cause this chick has more than her usual quota of pissed off.  I’m coming out of it, and thank goodness for that. 

  And I wonder who the hell these women think they are?  We’re scheduling these other meetings and it seems like they think we’re unreasonable because we have jobs and children keeping us from 100% availability.  And yet, I find out that about 8 other board members were absent from the meeting because they were traveling.  Really, is your travel schedule more valid than my carpool?  (Actually I don’t carpool, but you know what I’m saying.)  Truthfully, I’m never going to accurate with everything I do.  I don’t have that kind of focus and my stuff is tedious and repetitive.  And I just can’t.  There was a time when I could.  But I have too much stuff going on and it’s just not as important anymore.  But let’s not pretend these ladies are perfect.  They make mistakes too.  What the heck.  The snotty email was excused by other people because the president-elect is stressed about the event.  She’s stressed because she doesn’t know what she’s doing.  She never knows what she’s doing.  She hasn’t known any of the 3 other times she’s been on this board while I have.  And yet. This is ok.  I fail to see why.  Actually, I guess I do see why.  Because she’s part of the clique and I’m not.  She’s part of the people who do lunch and take bus trips and I’m not. 

  But whatever.  Because I’m doing my shit this year and then I’m done.  And so is my friend.  We’re done with the grunt work and going through their hoops and being part of the lip-service they pay to making it seem like this club is something for people under 60 who don’t dress for meetings and serve fancy cakes.

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