* Well, not directly me but they got The Old Girl.
"JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I WAS OUT ... THEY PULL ME BACK IN"
Today, when I drove into town to pick up the new bespoke window blinds we ordered (maybe a series on curtains and blinds is needed), the president of the club who is a friend of The Old Girl called in to see if I was OK and to discuss my 'resignation'. As I was out The Old Girl entertained the president and - get this - told her that I had "thrown my toys out of the cot" because I was annoyed at the email. How about that? I know that it was true but I wouldn't have described my reaction in those terms. The president and The Old Girl apparently had a good old laugh and a chat about that. Did I mention that the president is a woman? What is it about women and how they seem to get a buzz out of disparaging us men?
Anyway, when I arrived home the president had left and The Old Girl told me of the details of her visit. I said that it was good that she came around but that my decision was irrevocable and the complaining committee member who was in fact the treasurer could write the newsletter.
The Old Girl said that this was discussed but that the president thought the treasurer would be incapable of doing this as she was a commercial cleaner schoolteacher accountant and had no creative flair. It was then agreed, as a favour to a friend, that The Old Girl would produce the newsletter herself for the rest of the year (the duration of the president's term).
WTF! I exclaimed (with an exclamation mark and not a question mark).
"You're on your own there pal" I said.
"Yes, I know" she answered "but how hard can it be?"
We will see. The problem with this exercise is not in crafting the newsletter, it is in gathering information from the club members, some of whom as well as being cranky can also be a bit doolally.
4 comments:
We waste our time worrying about shit like this. I'm going to resign as the ANZAC bugler as I'm tired of all the god references and never being acknowledged in the programme.
Maybe I could write your newsletter for you?
At least I'd know that the grammar was correct.
Imagine if Robert wrote it - no, don't do that - the poor old folks would be subject to bizarre catholic homilies along with incomprehensible spelling and sentence structure.
Robert seems to be doing a lot of chuckling these days. I wonder if he's becoming like the doolally guy in that pic.
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