|GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR! GRRR!
||[Feb. 19th, 2004|09:25 pm]
James is pissing me off so much. He's being like 'oppressive man' trying to control the cunt convention, which by the way... IS FOR PEOPLE THAT HAVE CUNTS! Yeah, but actually his ideas are good and his points are valid, and since his on the cock converntion comittee and the bucketworks exec' director his does need to be involved. Unfortunately, he's a goddamn businessman and he introduced a major issue to us which we expected to be able to get around. MONEY. Ugh... We planned the entire thing as a free event and all of the sudden James drops into the meeting and goes, by the way I'm the big bucketworks boss man, and we need to make $1,000 dollars off of this event. Then we all yelled at him because he insisted everyone pay $20 which is insane, so we settled on getting sponsership. This obviously creates a lot more work for everyone. But yeah, okay, money exists and I have to deal with that. Whatever.|
He also introduced a new format for the dicsussion groups called open space, which I don't even wanna go into... Everythings gotten more complicated, but I still think in the end it'll be a fantastic event.
Finally our commitee (comittee? committee?) is solid with long run non-flaky women. Kinda...
Ally (didn't even show for the meeting)
Emily (doesn't contribute much anymore, but I have faith)
Me (the politician, ha)
Mel (thank god for Mel!!)
Lisa? (maybe will do something...)
Jen? (maybe will do something)
Anyway, we can do it with a 5 girls, at least 4 of which are doing solid work. Aside from frustration, everythings going well.