2006-07-21
Don't Mess With Me
Life, apparently, believes in keeping people busy. Reprieve simply doesn't last for long, does it?
The old pain's far from gone, and already, frustrations are frothing up to ice the package.
This is a warning.
Don't mess with me.
Stop trying to dictate and arrange training sessions without informing me first - since the coach and I do, and have been making our own plans. The only way I can try to accomodate everyone, is if you let me know what you need, not decide for yourself and leave the rest of the world to die. Trust that every single session is meditated upon, and is organized to ensure maximum turnout. If you want me to make allowances for you, then you gotta respect this first.
I am irked by the fact that our quarterfinals opponent team has synchronized blog addresses, and frequent tirades about how they'll "take HCI down". Not that I'm against such a show of enthusiasm and confidence - this is really what I think pre-competition preparation should be like, but I can't help but dismay at the fact that THEIR team has synchronized blog addresses, and OUR team doesn't even have synchronized definitions of "friendship".
I am also irked by the fact that meddlesome, though noble relatives have taken it upon themselves to throw my mother a surprise birthday party (which incidentally falls on a day when I'm needed in school for HC invits), and decided that for the purposes of reinforcing mother-daughter relationships, I should be the one "organizing it". The catch? They're deciding the time, venue, itinery, and guess what, all the work I have to do as well.
I am possibly even more irked by the fact that my mother has taken the liberty to throw her own fondue party, to showcase the new chocolate fountain she had to pamper herself with, ON THE VERY SAME DAY HER SURPRISE PARTY IS. She's sent out invitations already, leaving my relatives to think that I'm one stupid girl who doesn't understand the meaning of a 'surprise party'. And worse, now I have to coordinate TWO parties, without ruining either of them. I actually thought this was funny, until of course, the next point.
I cant decide if this betters the irk-level, because now that my father has brilliantly decided to COOK instead of cater, demanding my presence at home to help out and play host, of course, all while I'm helping with the organization and running of our very own HC Invitationals in school.
I am furious with the attitude and guts of some members in the team. Sheer lack of discipline is not reason enough to justify inconvenience to the rest of your team, and a breach agreements over the last seven months. If this continues, I will have to take action, however sorry I will be, I will ensure that these people are going to be sorrier. Secondly, dammit people, where are your morales and morals? Teams require every single member, not just the speakers. Just because you're not given a main speaker role, doesn't mean you try to miss training. EVERY SINGLE PERSON COUNTS. I can't believe YOU'RE not the one saying that, since this very statement ensures YOUR value on the team, the very thing you've been fighting tooth, nail and skin to ascertain.
But being the ever able and adaptable person that I am, I have, naturally, come up with a solution for all this:
I am going to be at three places at once, find a way to multiply the number of hours in a day by a favourable constant - three would be nice, brainwash several people and instil the importance of respect and punctuality and a good morale, deal with the favours I'm supposed to do, and balance that with consideration for yet others.And of course, debate well tomorrow.
After I fix my depression, of course.
Oh yes, Charmaine, remmeber - "don't forget to smile."
nothing ever happens at 9:37 p.m.