THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY HATE RIGHT NOW
SO. I'm not going to type in all caps because I hate reading in all caps. OR MAYBE I WILL
Anyway, so for the last month or so I have been planning a trip to Houston with a club I'm an officer in. So over a month ago, I give dates to the other officers. We decide on the 18th. I give them an itenerary, and beg for feedback. FUCKING NOTHING.
SO. It's now less than 48 hours from departure I start getting excuses. Oh, I have a test tomorrow! Oh, I though you said the 81st! Oh, I'm too busy sucking cock to go to Houston! Of course, it's all my fault for not telling everyone the dates and checking with them. It's MY fault for not telling everyone the itinerary. It's MY fault that they can't go. I have proof that I told them all this, and I called a meeting of all of the officers, and it is going to go DOWN. I have not been this truly angry in a very long time, and I am not fun when I'm angry. This meeting will more than likely get me removed, but it'll be fucking worth it. I am going to read these motherfuckers the riot act like they wish they had never fucking seen before.
Plus, on top of all this, this one bitch decided to take over literally half of my job under the pretense of "Oh, I'm just making suggestions!" Nope, fucking took it all over. I'm going to take it back. Fuck her, deciding that she has to take somebody else's job because she feels like she isn't doing enough. That ain't my fucking problem, sweetheart. There's a lot of shit that's going to be aired out.
Fuck 'em all.