Shoot me in the head
Sep. 17th, 2002 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebratqueenGOD. I was at a meeting tonight for the religious services committee and it took for-fucking-EVER to deal with. One guy who's been on the committee for months now and finally showed up for the first time tonight spent I don't even want to know how long just complaining about stuff. Like dude - show the fuck up to meetings if you don't like how it's going.
Then nearly an hour had to have been lost with talking about something that the entire church is having a meeting about this Sunday. Okay - guys? Meeting for that on SUNDAY. Talk about it then.
So what was supposed to be a 7:30 meeting that lasted an hour or so got out at 10:10. Which drove me nuts because I had to make a run to the store and I was hoping to get back here in time to answer emails.
And of course when I got back to the parking garage Devon me doesn't remember until I'm at the fucking cashiers that I don't have any cash on me and the garage doesn't take credit cards. So I had to park again and walk to the ATM to get money.
Of course this whole crisis could have been averted if I walked to the meeting in the first place but since I had to go to the store I took my car since no point walking home just to drive again.
I ended up getting milk at the stop and rob place that had the ATM and deciding I'll do the rest of my shopping tomorrow after work but still - ARGH!
I swear this week is nothing but things conspiring to make me late for stuff.
Then nearly an hour had to have been lost with talking about something that the entire church is having a meeting about this Sunday. Okay - guys? Meeting for that on SUNDAY. Talk about it then.
So what was supposed to be a 7:30 meeting that lasted an hour or so got out at 10:10. Which drove me nuts because I had to make a run to the store and I was hoping to get back here in time to answer emails.
And of course when I got back to the parking garage Devon me doesn't remember until I'm at the fucking cashiers that I don't have any cash on me and the garage doesn't take credit cards. So I had to park again and walk to the ATM to get money.
Of course this whole crisis could have been averted if I walked to the meeting in the first place but since I had to go to the store I took my car since no point walking home just to drive again.
I ended up getting milk at the stop and rob place that had the ATM and deciding I'll do the rest of my shopping tomorrow after work but still - ARGH!
I swear this week is nothing but things conspiring to make me late for stuff.
