April 9, 2008

  • I just had a phone conversation with a real bitch, the newsletter editor of the Newcomers' Club. When I joined in the fall, I got a warm welcome and people kept asking me for ideas on how to get younger women to stay in the group. I said the events they were already running were good for the existing members, but they were not suitable for people who work because most events were during the day or at suppertime. I offered to run some events, and they were thrilled. I planned a few events, but wasn't getting a big turnout (1 or 2 people each time, not worth the effort). So I was already planning events for a couple other social groups I'm involved with, so I started posting the same events to all three groups, including Newcomers'. I was getting praise from the club for planning such interesting events, and it worked well for me because I didn't waste time on things people weren't going to show up for.

    Anyway, this Kay that does the newsletter clearly dislikes me. She's always "politely rude" in the way that old women can be. I just brushed it off in the past, and just sent her my events to add to the newsletter. But then, she was hiding them in the back, in small print, as if they were afterthoughts. As a result, people stopped calling me for events altogether. I spoke to her about it, and asked her to treat my events like everyone else's, putting them on the group calendar. She didn't like that.

    Tonight she phoned me about the latest set I sent her, and she told me she didn't want to put them in the newsletter because they're not "just for Newcomers". I tried to explain, she kept cutting me off and shouting over me, and I hung up on her. It's people like her that make good groups fall apart. I had previously told the president of the club about Kay's rudeness, so I sent her another e-mail telling her about what happened tonight and saying that I refuse to deal with her any more, and that I'm hopeful that the next newsletter editor that will take over in the fall will be easier to communicate with.

    Speaking of vexing people, I am happy to report that Mom is back in her own condo and life is returning to normal for a few days. We'll be going to Menopause Out Loud and Puppetry of the Penis with her on Saturday, and bringing her back here on Sunday for one night so she can visit Grampa. I'll take her home on Monday when I go back for the sleep group.

    Last night i went on a date in Markham, with a guy I met online. He seemed alright online, didn't have an awful lot to say but I figured he was just shy. Well, we went for dinner at Korean Grill, and I'm glad at least the food was good. The guy was so shy he hardly said anything. I would ask him about hobbies and he said he didn't have any. I asked what sorts of things he does on vacation, and he said he drives across Canada but doesn't do anything, just drives across and back. Uuhhh... yeah. I asked about things on his life "to do" list, and like most people he said he didn't have one, but surprisingly he didn't see the point in pondering the question of what he might like to accomplish before he dies. He actually appeared to be terrified of me, and was visibly shaking at one point. Nice enough, but zero personality. Next, please!

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