SMASH!
I keep wanting to smash something. I could not sleep last night because I kept running through what could have altered the outcome, and could come up with nothing. Yet again, in yet another organization, one person has managed to ruin things for everyone else. I'm too outraged to write coherently and without excessive language. My only consolation is that ealdthryth will now be spending more time at home with me and the kitties instead of wasting it on people that do not appreciate nor deserve her dedication and diligence.
I am more upset on my sweetie's behalf. A couple years ago, she thought she was returning home to a place of spiritual safety and fulfillment only to find that the real-world analogue to Delores Umbridge had taken control during her absence. Oh, it can't be that bad thought my wife. Alas, up until this year, things went reasonably well for my sweetie. That is, until "Delores" was thwarted in her repeated attempts to force panic-based financial decisions to fund whatever hidden agendas she was pushing.
Sunday, "Delores" managed to lie to, bamboozle, panic, and manipulate the organization into doing her will--in such a way that made it patently obvious that rational thought could have no effect on the outcome. Realizing the wisdom of Kenny Rogers was appropriate, ealdthryth decided that it was time to walk away.
I feel as though a measure of our Christmas joy really has been stolen.... The irony is that even though she was a direct target of the machinations, ealdthryth is far more likely to bounce back from this than I am. She will find another outlet or activity to replace it--something I have failed to do.
I am still baffled as to how such toxic people get to be in charge of things....
In For a Landing
Rather than rage further, I will tell one good thing that occured this weekend. In spite of the weather, I got a little bit of our annual tackification done. The front yard is now a landing strip for the WWI Flying Ace, Snoopy and his holiday-bedecked Sopwith Camel.... Our little snowmen stake lights mark the edges of the runway. I doubt that I will do anything else this year, though.
Tower Fu
I had been wondering why the cats were not climbing around on their tower of late. For several months, I hadn't seen or heard any of them playing on it. All of a sudden they have renewed interest. Josie was perched up on the top tier last night and eventually fell asleep into the traditional "face plant" position. I have no idea why I think it is cute, but I tend to be besotted with our kitties' cuteness.
I am more upset on my sweetie's behalf. A couple years ago, she thought she was returning home to a place of spiritual safety and fulfillment only to find that the real-world analogue to Delores Umbridge had taken control during her absence. Oh, it can't be that bad thought my wife. Alas, up until this year, things went reasonably well for my sweetie. That is, until "Delores" was thwarted in her repeated attempts to force panic-based financial decisions to fund whatever hidden agendas she was pushing.
Sunday, "Delores" managed to lie to, bamboozle, panic, and manipulate the organization into doing her will--in such a way that made it patently obvious that rational thought could have no effect on the outcome. Realizing the wisdom of Kenny Rogers was appropriate, ealdthryth decided that it was time to walk away.
I feel as though a measure of our Christmas joy really has been stolen.... The irony is that even though she was a direct target of the machinations, ealdthryth is far more likely to bounce back from this than I am. She will find another outlet or activity to replace it--something I have failed to do.
I am still baffled as to how such toxic people get to be in charge of things....
In For a Landing
Rather than rage further, I will tell one good thing that occured this weekend. In spite of the weather, I got a little bit of our annual tackification done. The front yard is now a landing strip for the WWI Flying Ace, Snoopy and his holiday-bedecked Sopwith Camel.... Our little snowmen stake lights mark the edges of the runway. I doubt that I will do anything else this year, though.
Tower Fu
I had been wondering why the cats were not climbing around on their tower of late. For several months, I hadn't seen or heard any of them playing on it. All of a sudden they have renewed interest. Josie was perched up on the top tier last night and eventually fell asleep into the traditional "face plant" position. I have no idea why I think it is cute, but I tend to be besotted with our kitties' cuteness.