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40cakesIn my defence, I think it's really stupid to have signs advertising a bake sale taped to the doors immediately in front of the bake sale. I also think it's backwards for a feminist group to hold a bake sale.
On the prosecution's side, I'm more or less the President's bitch, so if she tells me to make bake sale ads, I should make them, ne?
So Shannon says there's an E-board meeting tonight. Sometimes this includes chairs, so I went early with her. When the girls decide to start the meeting, Gina turns to me. "Do you mind? I mean, I wouldn't want the other chairs to think I'm being unfair."
"Oh, sure." I take my cupcake and leave the room, smiling. I just know she's talking about me.
And even if I didn't, you can hear her down the hall. Yeah, it's about me alright. I haven't made enough fliers, blah blah blah.
Again, in my defence - it's October. I've made two fliers for her to put up. They're not time specific, so they're the kind of fliers that could advertise the club until the end of the year. It isn't my fault if she only made 10 copies of each to hang up.
I hear another voice, just as loud as Gina's. And Gina saying, "I know she's your friend, but..." Someone's sticking up for me. I guess Shannon. Lindsay never struck me as a powerful public speaker. Official WiC meeting starts late, as E-board meeting lasted a while.
After the meeting, the E-board kinda sticks around, and I stick around because I'm waiting for Shannon. Every member of Wic has finally left, and E-board is still there. They sit down. "Oh, are you gonna finish up your meeting from before? I can go--"
"Not exactly," Lindsay says. No one looks me in the eye.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you," Gina tells her notebook. I can't imagine why five girls would stick around for an intimate conversation with her spiral-bound, so I assume she's talking to me.
The questioning begins. Though they seemed more uncomfortable confronting me than I was being confronted. In ten minutes, I think Gina looked at my face once. Jess said she was upset that I wasn't at the bake sale Thursday morning. She neglected to add that she hadn't shown up too, and that's why we didn't have a table. Minnie the Moocher said nothing. Lindsay was the one talking to me the most.
And then Shannon told me about the meeting at the apartment.
Minnie was furious! I was not being a proper publicity chair! When SHE was publicity chair last year, she made plenty of posters and did her job perfectly! I'm just a lazy ass!
Jess was upset. Because Gina was upset. Because Sam and her roommate/clone Leslie had to stay up until 11pm (on a school night!) making Bake Sale fliers. No wonder Leslie kept slamming down the pen and sign up sheet at my place during the meeting. So Sam hates me, which makes Gina hate me, which makes Jess hate me, which makes Minnie hate me. Oh, the slings and arrows of cattiness.
They were gonna take Publicity Chair away from me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Gina has made the meetings completely dull. There actually are classes I prefer going to over WiC. As I've told me flatmates, if I weren't Publicity Chair, I wouldn't even go to meetings. (Hee. Points for Shannon - she told Gina the meetings were too formal and boring and no fun.) In some way, I wish they had said, "That's it, Casey - you're not responsible for publicity anymore."
Because they'd expect me to be upset. Maybe say, "Please, don't do that. I promise I'll be better..." Maybe even cry. I think the last thing they actually expect is me saying, "You really mean it?" and dancing my way out the door.
But I still have my job. And I promised to be better. And I will be better. Oh, the fliers they're gonna get...
(Stay tuned for further updates)
>^..^
On the prosecution's side, I'm more or less the President's bitch, so if she tells me to make bake sale ads, I should make them, ne?
So Shannon says there's an E-board meeting tonight. Sometimes this includes chairs, so I went early with her. When the girls decide to start the meeting, Gina turns to me. "Do you mind? I mean, I wouldn't want the other chairs to think I'm being unfair."
"Oh, sure." I take my cupcake and leave the room, smiling. I just know she's talking about me.
And even if I didn't, you can hear her down the hall. Yeah, it's about me alright. I haven't made enough fliers, blah blah blah.
Again, in my defence - it's October. I've made two fliers for her to put up. They're not time specific, so they're the kind of fliers that could advertise the club until the end of the year. It isn't my fault if she only made 10 copies of each to hang up.
I hear another voice, just as loud as Gina's. And Gina saying, "I know she's your friend, but..." Someone's sticking up for me. I guess Shannon. Lindsay never struck me as a powerful public speaker. Official WiC meeting starts late, as E-board meeting lasted a while.
After the meeting, the E-board kinda sticks around, and I stick around because I'm waiting for Shannon. Every member of Wic has finally left, and E-board is still there. They sit down. "Oh, are you gonna finish up your meeting from before? I can go--"
"Not exactly," Lindsay says. No one looks me in the eye.
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you," Gina tells her notebook. I can't imagine why five girls would stick around for an intimate conversation with her spiral-bound, so I assume she's talking to me.
The questioning begins. Though they seemed more uncomfortable confronting me than I was being confronted. In ten minutes, I think Gina looked at my face once. Jess said she was upset that I wasn't at the bake sale Thursday morning. She neglected to add that she hadn't shown up too, and that's why we didn't have a table. Minnie the Moocher said nothing. Lindsay was the one talking to me the most.
And then Shannon told me about the meeting at the apartment.
Minnie was furious! I was not being a proper publicity chair! When SHE was publicity chair last year, she made plenty of posters and did her job perfectly! I'm just a lazy ass!
Jess was upset. Because Gina was upset. Because Sam and her roommate/clone Leslie had to stay up until 11pm (on a school night!) making Bake Sale fliers. No wonder Leslie kept slamming down the pen and sign up sheet at my place during the meeting. So Sam hates me, which makes Gina hate me, which makes Jess hate me, which makes Minnie hate me. Oh, the slings and arrows of cattiness.
They were gonna take Publicity Chair away from me. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Gina has made the meetings completely dull. There actually are classes I prefer going to over WiC. As I've told me flatmates, if I weren't Publicity Chair, I wouldn't even go to meetings. (Hee. Points for Shannon - she told Gina the meetings were too formal and boring and no fun.) In some way, I wish they had said, "That's it, Casey - you're not responsible for publicity anymore."
Because they'd expect me to be upset. Maybe say, "Please, don't do that. I promise I'll be better..." Maybe even cry. I think the last thing they actually expect is me saying, "You really mean it?" and dancing my way out the door.
But I still have my job. And I promised to be better. And I will be better. Oh, the fliers they're gonna get...
(Stay tuned for further updates)
>^..^
