Do you use the same technique for remembering that the yummy "dessert" is spelled with a double-s that I use? Strawberry Shortcake. Never going to forget that, until my brain is addled completely.
Speaking of double-s: the shit storm with soccer. Wait, that could be a triple-s: soccer shit storm. No, wait, a quadruple-s: select soccer shit storm. Damn, I really wish I could make it a quadruple-f.
Yeah, so, anyway. The select soccer shit storm settled out in the end. I ripped the coach and I ripped the effer manager/treasurer from last year. And I ripped them all coherently and with eloquence in an email to one of the league board members.
When I left that meeting Wednesday night, telling the coach and his new manager/treasurer how offended I was, the league board members there all jumped into the fray after my departure. In the end, they wanted me to be the manager, the mo-fo manager/treasurer from last year to be the treasurer, and my co-manager to become the head of fundraising. And they were all so happy with such an arrangement.
And I told them to go to hell.
And then I laid out everything in that coherent and eloquent email. And then my co-manager (and her husband who is also on the board) seconded everything I had written and added far more detail about the squirreliness of the financial management of the team the last couple of years.
And so the manager/treasurer from last year was removed from any and all management of the team.
Which makes me almost happy enough that I won't go and key his car or sic the IRS on him.
When I introduced myself to the team parents on Monday, I admitted to being sarcastic, having a quick wit and being a bitch.
Yes, I did.
Did they think I was joking?
Apparently, they did.
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