Stress Catching Up
Shane has been persistant in not chatting with me over msn, so I sent him a couple messages telling him how I feel... not that he probably cares. He still has my silver chain and it has been 3 months since I asked for it back. He is sure taking is time. It really infuriates me.
My multicultural festival was fairly successful considering the weather was pretty bad. It was actually really nice when we started to clean the park up from the day's event.
When I arrived to set up a woman from the W.A.B.C started ranting to me about how we asked for a donation from the same place, and the owner was upset with them, because since I mentioned the W.A.B.C on my business letter he saw it as giving to the same cause twice. He is totally right in that regard. The W.A.B.C had its Annual Black Picnic and PRUDE incorporated a multicultural festival with that. It's the same cause, essentially. But as the case was... the lady was bitching at me because she felt that the W.A.B.C should not have been mentioned on the letter. The letter stated that donations were being asked for a multicultural festival by PRUDE, and it explained the details of it all which included how it was in collaboration with the W.A.B.C. She certainly wanted to make sure that any advertising I did made mention of the W.A.B.C. Certainly there was nothing wrong with what I said on the business letter, and there needs to be an examination of the truth of what the owner of that store felt. If they were more upfront with me about what they were doing it would not have been an issue at all.
The Caravan Dancers performed, and were quite entertaining. The Caravan Cancers are belly dancers, and certainly know how to grab the attention of a crowd. The old lady from the W.A.B.C rushed up to the person in charge of the Caravan Dancers at one point and wanted to make sure that the W.A.B.C was thanked. How did that make any sense considering that the Caravan Dancers were asked by me to perform... not the W.A.B.C. They donated their time, and had no connection with the group at all except that the festival was coordinated alongside the Black Picnic.
At the end of it all the same old lady from the W.A.B.C wanted to make sure that I stayed behind to clean everything. The reality of it was that the Katimavik Volunteers that I had come in already cleaned alot up, and I certainly did not bare 100% of the responsibility of it. Not to mention that park employees are paid to clean anything that wasn't picked up anyway, so I was covered. It is just outragious that I would be looked to to make sure that the loose ends of it all are looked after when I was not responsible for what they were designating. I certainly received no mention... unlike the numerous mentions they received from me.
Today i was asked to go in to work for 4pm, and it was 3pm when the call was made. I was told that I could basically leave whenever I wanted. What was discovered after arriving there was that the manager did a horrible job staffing the night shift, and suddenly they were wanting me to stay to 1am. This I refused to do, as I really didn't care to be there in the first place, and it was the manager's mistake. Because of this the manager showed up at work to help out, and I am rather certain he was annoyed by me, but I'm not paid nearly enough to put up with that.
Afer returning home I received the most distressing e-mail from Amanda. Amanda to whom had talked me out of living in residence and getting a place with her way back in February. Amanda who I went to see only last week to apartment hunt and make plans. Well, she and her boyfriend had been talking and decided that they think it might be too stressful with having 3 of us together especially when they might want privacy, so they aren't going be living with me.
This made me extremely upset. I actually cried for a minute, because the stress of everything crashed down on me. I feel betrayed and hurt. I'm certain that it is for the best, otherwise it would not have happened, but it doesn't negate that there has been this commitment to me. A commitment that has existed before Amanda and Pat were ever even together. I gave up the security of residence for it. I don't understand how this could happen... mainly cause I know I would not make the same decision. I say that without any doubt. I realize that their relationship is very important. I realize that their overall happiness and success in what they pursue next year is what is truly important to them. However, when you make a commitment like this there is far more to it, because it is a responsibility. By backing out so late my living situation has been drastically compromised, and there are fewer options for me. Unintentionally, it is one of the cruelest things I have ever experienced.
My multicultural festival was fairly successful considering the weather was pretty bad. It was actually really nice when we started to clean the park up from the day's event.
When I arrived to set up a woman from the W.A.B.C started ranting to me about how we asked for a donation from the same place, and the owner was upset with them, because since I mentioned the W.A.B.C on my business letter he saw it as giving to the same cause twice. He is totally right in that regard. The W.A.B.C had its Annual Black Picnic and PRUDE incorporated a multicultural festival with that. It's the same cause, essentially. But as the case was... the lady was bitching at me because she felt that the W.A.B.C should not have been mentioned on the letter. The letter stated that donations were being asked for a multicultural festival by PRUDE, and it explained the details of it all which included how it was in collaboration with the W.A.B.C. She certainly wanted to make sure that any advertising I did made mention of the W.A.B.C. Certainly there was nothing wrong with what I said on the business letter, and there needs to be an examination of the truth of what the owner of that store felt. If they were more upfront with me about what they were doing it would not have been an issue at all.
The Caravan Dancers performed, and were quite entertaining. The Caravan Cancers are belly dancers, and certainly know how to grab the attention of a crowd. The old lady from the W.A.B.C rushed up to the person in charge of the Caravan Dancers at one point and wanted to make sure that the W.A.B.C was thanked. How did that make any sense considering that the Caravan Dancers were asked by me to perform... not the W.A.B.C. They donated their time, and had no connection with the group at all except that the festival was coordinated alongside the Black Picnic.
At the end of it all the same old lady from the W.A.B.C wanted to make sure that I stayed behind to clean everything. The reality of it was that the Katimavik Volunteers that I had come in already cleaned alot up, and I certainly did not bare 100% of the responsibility of it. Not to mention that park employees are paid to clean anything that wasn't picked up anyway, so I was covered. It is just outragious that I would be looked to to make sure that the loose ends of it all are looked after when I was not responsible for what they were designating. I certainly received no mention... unlike the numerous mentions they received from me.
Today i was asked to go in to work for 4pm, and it was 3pm when the call was made. I was told that I could basically leave whenever I wanted. What was discovered after arriving there was that the manager did a horrible job staffing the night shift, and suddenly they were wanting me to stay to 1am. This I refused to do, as I really didn't care to be there in the first place, and it was the manager's mistake. Because of this the manager showed up at work to help out, and I am rather certain he was annoyed by me, but I'm not paid nearly enough to put up with that.
Afer returning home I received the most distressing e-mail from Amanda. Amanda to whom had talked me out of living in residence and getting a place with her way back in February. Amanda who I went to see only last week to apartment hunt and make plans. Well, she and her boyfriend had been talking and decided that they think it might be too stressful with having 3 of us together especially when they might want privacy, so they aren't going be living with me.
This made me extremely upset. I actually cried for a minute, because the stress of everything crashed down on me. I feel betrayed and hurt. I'm certain that it is for the best, otherwise it would not have happened, but it doesn't negate that there has been this commitment to me. A commitment that has existed before Amanda and Pat were ever even together. I gave up the security of residence for it. I don't understand how this could happen... mainly cause I know I would not make the same decision. I say that without any doubt. I realize that their relationship is very important. I realize that their overall happiness and success in what they pursue next year is what is truly important to them. However, when you make a commitment like this there is far more to it, because it is a responsibility. By backing out so late my living situation has been drastically compromised, and there are fewer options for me. Unintentionally, it is one of the cruelest things I have ever experienced.