themegaloo | Pissed. Seriously.

Right. So, I was all thrilled about being the new Treasurer of the Equestrian Tem because *I* thought that being an officer gave me a bit of position and I would be able to make my thoughts heard, understood, and hopefully help the team change for the better. Plus, I really like riding and would LOVE to see the team become more fun. So therefore, I go to my first officer meeting (which, I might add, was at 8:30 at night and caused me to MISS a workshop on the Lindy Hop that I REALLY wanted to go to...) filled with ideas and enthusiasm.

Shoulda known something was wrong when I couldn't find the fucking room. Should have really known something was wrong when our barn manager's attitude went from her usual pissy-at-best to majorly-peeved-bitch-of-the-year because her EX-BOYFRIEND had hacked her email and FaceBook. Who gives a shit, really? This was a meeting about the Equestrain Team, not your sorry excuse of a romantic tragedy soap opera! *huffs*

Oh and the REAL KICKER of things that should have told me somethign was wrong...We had a list of things to discuss. What was last on that list? Budget and Strike System. What was going to be the biggest pain to fix and take the most time? Budget and Strike System. Who's great idea was this? Fuck if I know, I was lost, remember?

So, after sitting through an hour and a half of crap we really didn't need to discuss, we finally get to the budget. And I'm sure you know why this peeves me. TREASURER. Um, yeah. Necessary, need to know sort of thing, ya think? So halfway through the budget talk, it's mentioned that *I* need to compose a budget from this past year and turn it in (to lord knows WHO) by 6:00 tomorrow. And I'm in the middle of writing a term paper. Um, HELLO. WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE SMOKING? I don't have the damn TIME to compose a budget report. I probably do more shit than any of them can possibly imagine. Tell me this last week. I could have done something then. Not the day before it's due. I don't care that they were at Zone's. That is no fucking excuse

Maybe I would feel better about this if they hadn't handed me over $1,000 in cash and $3,000 in checks last tuesday and expected them deposited the next day. That didn't happen either I'm afraid. Got it in Thursday though, so go me. (no, none of that was counted, organized, recorded, or anything of that nature)

And maybe I wouldn't be so infuriated even now if they had paid one LICK of attention to what I had to say during the meeting. Meeting which last four hours I might add. Meeting I did not get out of until 12:30 and then commenced to be so upset and pissed off that I spent the next 45 minutes ranting and crying to Steven, because you know what? He cares. And he knows that I am actualyl quite good at what I was trying to explain to them, and that it is in fact a GOOD system that would encourage membership to expand. Instead of making me wonder if this is worth it.

If they take advantage of me like that again, however, they can find another damned treasurer. And another Open over fences rider too. I wish them luck. Oh, add in a decent announcer. Sorry, they all suck at it. I'm not kidding. They really do.

I feel the need to add that it is only three of the officers, not the other half. Just those three were complete arses to me tonight and I am incredibly insulted.

Sorry for ranting so long.