Thursday, June 22, 2006

Trying Not to Let the Door Hit Me on My Way Out

So when I began to recover from the birth of Mr. Personality and the subsequent six months of CONSTANT SCREAMING due to his colic, I began to realize I was a bit lonely. The organization to which I will assign the pseudonym "Disorganized, Backstabbing Club of Mothers" was something I read about online and decided to find a chapter in my area.

I soon discovered that I had not much in common with any of the ladies who had children close in age to Mr. Personality, or maybe they just thought I was a stuck up or something. Many of them were very well off monetarily, but very unahppy, at least that is the impression I got from our conversations. I got to be friends with a few women, but the interest on both sides never extended to meeting outside of normal playgroups or scheduled events.

I was fine with it until this incident. Interestingly enough, I saw said woman at the grocery store not too long ago (it was inevitable since this town is just not all that big) and I immediately recognized "Libby." We were both in the cheese/yogurt aisle and she actually started to make a comment to me. The comment died on her lips as I looked at her, and then I merely looked away and continued shopping without looking back. It might have hit her a little bit later who exactly I was, since we had only met once. But then I hope she felt stupid. As well she should have. Sometimes I can hold a grudge. Like you haven't? And I don't want to hear any passive-aggressive crap, either. Thank you in advance.

Anyhoo, I get a call from the same darling lady the other day asking me if I paid my dues and when and what was the check number because they couldn't find it and "Dottie" told her that I had told "Dottie" that I wasn't going to rejoin and blah blah blah. At first, I thought, what a bunch of idiots. Since it wasn't yet time to renew, I confirmed my dues had been paid a long time ago and that the check had been cashed.

It wasn't until I got the phone call today from "Bitsy" about a dinner I had volunteered to make for another member who is going to have a C-section and needs some meals delivered that it all came to me. "Bitsy" wanted to know if I was still a member, since "Dottie" and "Libby" were thinking that I wasn't rejoining and for legal reasons I couldn't do the dinner if I wasn't a member, blah blah blah.

Well, I'll tell you that the dues were not to be paid until August, so I was apparently a bit slow on the uptake in that they were talking about now.

I'm going to make it easy for them.

No, I am no longer willing to be a member of group that the "Little Rascals" puts to shame as far as organization and professionalism. They even had a litle gavel to call everyone to order and stuff. Waaay better.

Just sayin'.

2 comments:

Paige said...

OMG, you have got to be kidding! I sure hope you are not that lonely any more. {hugs}. As far as I can tell you are not the clique type of girl. And the old saying applies...
Good ridance to bad rubbish (club)!

Atasha said...

That same type of nonsense is going on with a few mom's groups that I know of. I tell you, when you get a bunch of women together, it spells disaster!(sometimes anyway)