My last post was March 5th... that was 1000 years ago... life has been a complete and utter whirlwind of activity and foolishness since.
But first I want to talk about my weekend - it was the annual, no sleep, drama, drama, drama, teen age girls and whiny mama Girls' Group Annual Convention weekend. The added fun this year was my local group had the president -- so we had a U-HAUL truck full of crap and lots of extra work to do.
Now there were 3 adults with my group, technically 5- one is chained to the sales table all weekend I never see her or can count on her for anything extra. One is on oxygen and is frankly useless, and third is helpful to a point but is so sick in this hotel I want to wrap her up in a bio-hazard suit just to ensure I don't get whatever lung ick she's trying to expel.
My room mate is like me - a moron - after all who without children volunteers to take time off from work to haul, lift, carry, change your clothes 4 times a day, and herd teenagers through a Furry Convention of humping freaks in a 3rd rate dumpy hotel??
Oh we'll get to the Furry convention.... sweet Lord we'll get to them...
Where was I going with this... oh yeah.... Let me set the dynamic... this group has a lady who for the next 5 months is in charge of EVERYTHING - Nationally. She had to give up her MD in charge post when she took the national job 18 months ago. Not that she really left - or let go for that matter.
Now this lady who I will call Mandy has never really liked me much - I walked in, started thinking I could add to the conversation - then questioned why things were done this way - didn't sufficiently kiss her nether regions - and became persona-non-grata. I've learn to live with it - and frankly enjoy it...
The lady who pseudo-replaced Mandy as the leader of MD, likes me. Haven't figured out how or why - but she does... I like her. She calls, we talk, I do what she needs it works. Like a real grown up professional relationship. Go figure.
My kid was President of MD for the last year - this was her convention. Apparently that only applies when its a kid of the chosen few (i.e. those who kiss Mandy's nether regions)... again NOT me. So when the President Kid tried to do X, or Y and it didn't meet with some one's inner circle they gossip like 14 year olds and say how she thinks it's all about the President Kid--- it is!! We are a girl's organization - we are there to advise and guide not bully and be petty... but alas the inner circle has yet to figure that part out.
My kid did a great job! She traveled all year, worked hard and did things right. The inner circle made her life hell. And I can't blame her when she told me she won't be back. She said if I needed her for something local - no problem but don't expect her back at state events. And these people wonder why the older girls don't come back.... Um Clue?!? I told my kid to go enjoy forget all this for a while - I'd let her know when, where and how we'd need her again. About 2 years. ;-)
I guess what I'm chewing on is -- what can I do?? And the answer is nothing! If I call out the inner circle they are vindictive enough to make my kids' life a living heck - and since I've got another one in line to be president and her parents are both clueless and useless... why make thing harder than they already are going to be?!? Vent here, keep doing what I'm doing and plow ahead... what fun.
And Deep Cleansing Breath.... several good night's sleep under my belt... And ahhhh Zen. Well at least I've expressed the emotions and moved on. Why beat a dead horse...
Speaking of dead horses - or at least their aroma.... The Furries Convention. Sweet Lord do I lead a sheltered life... I didn't know what the Sam-heck a Furry was... now I do - in full living and smelly color... for those, like me, who are, well, clueless, let me 'splain. Furries are grown people who dress up in costumes like animals, dogs, cats, foxes, other things I couldn't readily identify... head to toe. Oh there are those who just don tails, and ears and hand covers (XXL) and foot covers... they drink, all day, all night, and apparently according to multiple witnesses (1 of which I was NOT) these people hump in the lobby of hotels. After two days with these folks... the one hall way we were permitted to use to get to elevators had a certain shall I say... a rank aroma. Frankly it stank to high holy hell... I shutter to think of what is done in those suits but frankly boys and girls - a room simply for steam clean, and Febreeze showers isn't too much to ask for.
But ask yourself this... what hotel manager in his or her right mind books a Group of teenage girls convention the SAME weekend as a Furries Convention??!? Adults had to escort kids everywhere, we had to restrict what part of the hotel they could go to - but again apparently the lobby was becoming a no-go -- I heard a Grand Mother checked out of the Hotel and took her kids with her after a "display" in the lobby. Nice no?
Now - I can just imagine what folks think of kids and adults wondering around dressed in white dresses for days on end, but we keep to our meeting room and don't bother anyone else - and for the most part those Furry folks did the same... but again, in what universe is a group of hard partying drinking adults in costumes is a good idea the same time as a bunch of teenage girls?!? Maybe they did that because when we were going to breakfast these people were going to bed... NOT kidding.
It certainly added to the spice of the weekend. I can only hope this is the final straw to leaving this crappy hotel for good. The place is a complete dump... but they have been having this convention there for 20 plus years... same carpets and everything. Of course if I were to say anything negative against the sacred cow of the State Convention Hotel I would be labeled and shunned - oh wait. Too Late - but its like trying to teach a pig to sing, it frustrates you and annoys the pig. This boys and girls is why Aunt Ing sits in the back of the room with her Kindle. Keeps her out of trouble... at least it tries to.
Some days are better than others...
All righty-- I have vented, purged and otherwise excised the demons of the weekend. Furry and Petty alike. I am off to pretend to do something constructive - and enjoy a un-booked, unplanned week ahead. Oh yeah have I mentioned my in-laws are supposed to visit this weekend??? I may start drinking again.
Later...
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