Wishing Upon A Star



November 29
Upset again


Listening to: Christmas Carols of all kinds

Reading: Jewels of the Sun Nora Roberts

Weather: 39, sunny

Trivia: In 1681, the last dodo bird died

Cool word: disconsolate (dis-KON-suh-lut) - Beyond consolation; unable to be comforted; deep in grief or sorrow. "Franklin was disconsolate upon discovering that the last jelly donut had been taken moments before his arrival in the breakroom."



I am upset because of the emceeing of the chorus, yet again.

We had a committee meeting tonight, which I approached with a sense of dread. I know that the mix of people on this so-called team is not a good one. We are polar opposites and have two totally different views of what the purpose of an emcee is and how we should arrange our performances.

We started out in a tough place, as Dee had to get some things off her chest, ways that the two of us have been passed over and slighted. This was sort of taken care of, although I’m not sure how satisfactorily. Then the chair turned to us and wanted to know why we hadn’t video taped in front of the chorus. I flipped out, as I had done it, and I’d done it totally alone. This woman has no clue as to what is going on and acts as if she is never wrong.

Further discussion ensued regarding our difference of opinion over whether or not we should involve the audience in our performances via our emceeing. Dee and I strongly feel that that is the purpose of being an emcee and that we set the tone for the performance, the other two bitches think we should intro the song in a point blank fashion, or not intro it at all and then leave as quickly as we can.

I hate that and can’t live with that philosophy.



More wrangling ensued and compromises were reached, or rather than compromising Dee and I just gave in on some issues.

I felt as if things had gone well, then Linda, the bitch who thinks she runs the world started attacking me, and making these very wild statements and criticizing as if she was the all-knowing and I was dirt. I’ve been doing this for ten years, she’s been at it for maybe two. And often just chooses to not show up at performances, so Dee and I are left to scramble and fill in.

I left this meeting incredibly upset and totally unable to even think straight. I am absolutely beside myself with pain and hurt.

I need to seriously consider what I want to do as far as this is concerned. Do I even want to be part of a group of women who can behave this way?

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