Beyond. Irritated. At. This. Club.
If I don’t get anything from them by Monday for the final dance event, I’m walking. Because I don’t need to stay up until 11:30 Mondays and Wednesdays for people who aren’t going to do any of the business work that goes into being a club. People need to goddamn step up and take leadership and responsibility. And they need to respond to my messages and texts. Because I am their treasurer who is desperately trying to pull this budget together to present on Tuesday.
So, I’m pissed. And want to cry. And continue to eat everything. Like people’s heads.
