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I'm feeling a little fragile and put-upon today.
I wrote an email to a guy in our division who's been taking pictures at our shows for a while, asking if he'd like to be the convention photographer. I CC'ed it to Charles; I figured he deserved to know what I was up to.
Charles wrote back, saying that he'd already taken care of it. :-/
Did I overstep my bounds? Probably. But as the person putting together the awards presentation, the website and the Kibitzer, shouldn't I know that this stuff's been taken care of?
I'm not upset because he's done it already. I'm upset because I feel like a small child who's been scolded. It's nothing Charles said - it's my knee-jerk reaction to it.
Then the situation with Vernon Company. Oy. I did get hold of the gal that Steve was talking to and got her email address. I sent a copy of the release letter to her directly. Hopefully that'll get THAT ball rolling again. I'm debating whether I should tell Charles or not - he'd probably go ballistic.
Then Kenneth decided not to use the potty at Hobby Lobby and ended up wet. Good thing we were headed home anyway, or I'd've been REALLY upset.
Lunch was nice, though. I had Cabana Bistro again - their Beef Tenderloin Wrap with salad. The beef was so tender and juicy it was indecent. I actually felt a twinge guilty eating it. I didn't let that stop me, though. >:)
This weekend looks like it'll be hell on wheels. Yeah, it's Mother's Day, but I've got the Kibitzer's coming out, and I have to label 1800 magazines so we can get them mailed. Whit will be in town this weekend for Scouts, but I don't know when he'll be leaving...so I don't know exactly what my deadline is. I expect to pick up the Kibitzers early Friday and work all day and get as far as I can. Then work more on Saturday morning, then do the Division meeting. I'll probably take members' issues to them rather than mail them. It seems such a waste.
I'm feeling a tad crushed by all that I've taken on. I haven't admitted to many others, but I'm drowning and I'm reluctant to let go of any of it. Stubbornness, pride, call it whatever you want. I just know that others within the Convention Committee are as overloaded as I am.
Why do I feel like I can carry the weight of the world all by myself? Why am I surprised when no one appreciates it or recognizes it? Why do I do this to myself? I'm trying very hard to maintain my sense of humor about it, but the strain is definitely starting to show.
I'm taking a long vacation from heavy Division work after the Convention's over. I want to sew and craft and ENJOY myself again. I've all but forgotten what it feels like to create something tangible - doing digital work just isn't the same.
I wrote an email to a guy in our division who's been taking pictures at our shows for a while, asking if he'd like to be the convention photographer. I CC'ed it to Charles; I figured he deserved to know what I was up to.
Charles wrote back, saying that he'd already taken care of it. :-/
Did I overstep my bounds? Probably. But as the person putting together the awards presentation, the website and the Kibitzer, shouldn't I know that this stuff's been taken care of?
I'm not upset because he's done it already. I'm upset because I feel like a small child who's been scolded. It's nothing Charles said - it's my knee-jerk reaction to it.
Then the situation with Vernon Company. Oy. I did get hold of the gal that Steve was talking to and got her email address. I sent a copy of the release letter to her directly. Hopefully that'll get THAT ball rolling again. I'm debating whether I should tell Charles or not - he'd probably go ballistic.
Then Kenneth decided not to use the potty at Hobby Lobby and ended up wet. Good thing we were headed home anyway, or I'd've been REALLY upset.
Lunch was nice, though. I had Cabana Bistro again - their Beef Tenderloin Wrap with salad. The beef was so tender and juicy it was indecent. I actually felt a twinge guilty eating it. I didn't let that stop me, though. >:)
This weekend looks like it'll be hell on wheels. Yeah, it's Mother's Day, but I've got the Kibitzer's coming out, and I have to label 1800 magazines so we can get them mailed. Whit will be in town this weekend for Scouts, but I don't know when he'll be leaving...so I don't know exactly what my deadline is. I expect to pick up the Kibitzers early Friday and work all day and get as far as I can. Then work more on Saturday morning, then do the Division meeting. I'll probably take members' issues to them rather than mail them. It seems such a waste.
I'm feeling a tad crushed by all that I've taken on. I haven't admitted to many others, but I'm drowning and I'm reluctant to let go of any of it. Stubbornness, pride, call it whatever you want. I just know that others within the Convention Committee are as overloaded as I am.
Why do I feel like I can carry the weight of the world all by myself? Why am I surprised when no one appreciates it or recognizes it? Why do I do this to myself? I'm trying very hard to maintain my sense of humor about it, but the strain is definitely starting to show.
I'm taking a long vacation from heavy Division work after the Convention's over. I want to sew and craft and ENJOY myself again. I've all but forgotten what it feels like to create something tangible - doing digital work just isn't the same.