Friday, September 21, 2007

The Sniper Within

Rolling Stones Album Some Girls
I was at the PTA meeting yesterday. [Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve joined the establishment. My days as a free-range radical are clearly over. Not only was I at the meeting, but I acted the secretary part as the duly elected secretary was at work and couldn’t attend.] [That aside and the noting of “duly elected” has me wondering something. Are they elected? I don’t remember voting for anyone. And I’ve been a member of the PTA for all of the years my kids have been in school. Hmmmmm.]

Anyway, there was a woman in attendance who really offered up nothing of value. Instead, she got on her soapbox to bitch about parents in the traffic circle who ignore the rules, scream at the volunteers directing traffic, cut people off, and act generally like complete and utter assholes. Offered the opportunity to channel that negative energy into something good by working toward getting some travel plan put together in order to get a much needed crosswalk and, presumably, a traffic “cop” stationed there, she shrugged it off.

Additionally, when the subject of the proposed eagle mascot came up – a cartoonishly hideous creation, she thought – she voiced dissatisfaction. Others raised their objections as well. Thus, the decision to fix the marquee at the front of the school was derailed for at least another month as the bid to repair couldn’t be approved with the artwork being derided.

What a pain in the ass she was. The pain in the ass you wish just wouldn’t show up. The pain in the ass who is really just a sniper. She has no redeeming values. She wasn’t constructive. She just sniped, sniped, sniped. Useless.

Who was this woman?

Me.

If I didn’t have to cover for the real secretary the next two meetings, I’d not attend. I think I need a break. Yeah, less than one month into the school year, and I need a break.

[How come the Stones come to mind for me? “People dressed in plastic bags/Directing traffic/Some kind of fashion.” Yeah, baby, it’s “Shattered,” one of my all time favorite Stones tunes.]

7 comments:

Jeni said...

Somehow, I have a hard time imagining you as a troublemaker, sniper type person. Sounds like your "sniping" got something accomplished though if no bid was awarded for the mascot thingy.

Linda said...

Hey! I remember that album cover! And yes, it was an album, not a CD!

Sometimes we all gotta snipe, 'tis the nature of the beast otherwise we'd go crazy.

VDog said...

She-doobie, shattered, shattered.

bobbarama said...

I'm thinking your days as a free-range radical aren't as over as you think.

:)

Nice post. And congratulations on that Breakout Blogger award. You certainly deserve it. Fun stuff.

Tawanda said...

We do the PTA thing here. Partner is Treasurer. Bleck. I could not stomach those meetings. Gives me hives. We are so lucky that JB can and willingly takes part in these meetings. Otherwise...

Just found your blog... Very cool.

Maria said...

I laughed. Because the whole time I was reading this, I thought to myself, God...that sounds like something I would do....

jenica said...

lol, sounds like me! and yet for the first half of the post i'm thinking, "what an ornery woman." ha!

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