But wait—there’s more!

Here I am again kvetching about me. Isn't that what a blog is all about?

It felt cathartic in a way to write about my feelings—probably not the best idea to make them public, but oh well. Getting all that off my chest reminded me of a few things I didn't mention in last night's blog entry.

Soon after leaving my great job, I also lost my volunteer job of being the nut mom for Sarah's Girl Scout Troop. It seems that my accounting process wasn't good enough for the troop leader, who said she got frustrated every time we spoke about it and that the whole project was making her too stressed out to deal with it. So, instead of leaving it (I mean, my numbers balanced, and another mom and I came up with a plan to sell the remaining nuts, what was her problem, anyway?) alone, she had to take control and "assign" or "command" the troop coleader to take over the job from me. I had to give the coleader all the paperwork, the remaining product—everything I had and relinquish all responsibilities for being nut mom. I believe I never heard of someone being fired from a volunteer job before.

When the leader phoned me about all this, she spoke down to me as if I was one of her clerks. She's a lot younger than I am, and no one needs to be talked to in that manner. Plus, she should have known that I'm just fragile enough to take it personal and get hurt. Afterall, she's the manager, she's supposed to be able to process well under stress—I'm just the flunky volunteer, right?

How do I get involved with so many control freaks at once? It's been very disappointing to say the least.

So, that, combined with the job loss, combined with the family issues, well, it's enough to make me run away and hide in a cave somewhere—but then the bears would probably control my life there, and it wouldn't be that much different.

I just had to add this bit so that all six of you would know that there was more to my despondence than the job loss.

Back to my cave. Oh, Batman, where are you?