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I am so frigging irritated with myself right now
Last week, I signed up at our church to peel vegetables for the church bazaar this weekend. (They do a roast beef dinner with all the trimmings, along with a bake sale and flea market). The bazaar is today, from 3-7. Vegetable peeling starts at 1.
I signed up for peeling vegetables because I wanted to be in there and out of there before it all really started. If you're one of the first people in, you don't have to stick around for as long, you know? The LAST thing I wanted was to sign up for something going on later, and then getting roped into helping to clean up because I'll be the very last person to leave (I live RIGHT around the corner from the hall, and experience tells me that I will literally be leaving as they're locking up the doors...and cleaning up always take hours longer than anyone expects, so I'd be there til 9 or 10).
That is a nightmare, so with peeling vegetables I could get in, peel the veggies, and then get the hell out of dodge.
Being the nerd that I am, I even bought a gourmet veggie peeler this week to make my life easier.
All week, Dave kept telling me that I signed up for Saturday. I was like, nooo the bazaar is Sunday! I know it! And he kept insisting it was Saturday. I even got out the bulletin and showed him, that it is in fact Sunday.
So I just went there. Two little old ladies are setting up the fleamarket stuff. I ask them if they can point me in the direction of the kitchen, and they're like "Uh, the vegetable peeling was yesterday. All of that is done now".
Fvck. So Dave was right (he'd watched me sign up, and apparently SATURDAY was written in bold letters across the top of the sign up sheet, which I had somehow missed). I'm standing there like an idiot, and the one little old lady says "But I REALLY need someone to work the fleamarket from 5-6". Fvck fvck fvck. So obviously I am now roped into having to go back for 5 oclock, and I know I'm going to get suckered into staying until the end. I am SO MAD AT MYSELF FOR THIS.
AND! Because I had this thing going on, Dave made plans to go play hockey at 2:30. Normally I would go to the gym while he at hockey, but I can't even because now I have to be there for 5 so I won't have time to go, get back, shower and look presentable, and be back at the hall for 5. So I don't get to go to the gym either.
I hate today.
I'm sorry this was 10,000 pages long.
Re: I am so frigging irritated with myself right now
Yeah I probably will. Or I'll just escape out the side door when no one is looking. I'm so annoyed that I don't even really care if I pisss people off today.
I really want to just not show up but I figure that since I didn't show up YESTERDAY, that wouldn't look so great on my record
I hate today, too!
I'm working. I got here to find out that the building was already unlocked and that half a dozen people were scattered throughout. Half of the lights were on, half were not. Some investigation on the part of one of my aides indicates that the building has been open since at LEAST 10:30, and it's not supposed to open until I open it at 1:00. WTH?
Then I got a completely out-of-touch email from someone requesting a research session for a date that does not even exist. Never mind that we require two weeks' notice and I think they want next week. Or that I'm pretty sure this has already been scheduled. So I get to go back and forth with that person now.
And the creepy middle-aged hippie guy who used to hit on me a ton is here. I haven't seen him since well before the wedding. At least he got a good look at my wedding ring when he asked me to "update his record" (nothing has changed, so there was nothing to update).
Oh, he's coming my way. ::shudder::
Oh, you're telling me. Apparently there was an open house of some kind today (I was dimly aware of this), and nobody bothered to tell any of the library staff that they would be using the library building. I called security to ask how this happened, and they told me that they had opened the building earlier for the open house and that "the girl" in charge should have called them to come lock up when they were done. He didn't know who "the girl" was, though.
This kind of thing has happened before. It makes my blood boil. We have some very expensive books and realia in here, ya know, and with no staff in the building, somebody could just grab 'n go.