Dishes scattered about the kitchen.
Tuna casserole crumbs littering the stove top.
Gross smelling animals waiting forlornly at the door.
These were just 3 of the things that awaited me when I arrived at The Writer's humble abode today.
I knew immediately it was going to be a long day. . .
Before I launch into today's tale, let me give you a little back story. The Writer began a poetry series a few years back which is actually a pretty cool. Part of my job is to do all the PR for this series to make sure it's a hit every month.
Initially, The Writer ran the whole thing mostly alone with some occasional help from a board of directors.
Twice now The Writer has had a major freak-out about the situation and threatened to quit the series and caused major panic among the BOD only to change her mind and return. Once we even spent weeks creating a dossier detailing everything The Writer does for the poetry series so that the others could carry on without her.
These impulsive decisions were accompanied by a multitude of breakdowns, panic attacks, crying, and almost fainting. Needless to say, it was incredibly intense.
Finally, it was decided that the BOD would step up and take on some of The Writer's work. This has proved to be more difficult than it sounds because The Writer likes to do everything her way, is easily offended, and hates confrontation unlike other members on her board.
Things seemed to be settling down of late, and a two month break beginning in August looked like a great opportunity to get organized and take a breather.
Today, however, The Writer received an e-mail from a board member that she found to be rather upsetting. Thus, the day proceeded in fits of crying, angry outbursts, and manic rearranging of the bedroom. Ugh. . .
Right before I left today, another crying fit came on in which The Writer indicated that she wants to just give the whole thing up.
OH. MY. GOSH.
Not to be drawn in to her web of insanity, I strongly advised her to neither send nor read any e-mails regarding the poetry series, ESPECIALLY regarding her leaving the series.
I then hightailed it out of there so fast, the house might have been on fire.
Less than two months. . .
Tuna casserole crumbs littering the stove top.
Gross smelling animals waiting forlornly at the door.
These were just 3 of the things that awaited me when I arrived at The Writer's humble abode today.
I knew immediately it was going to be a long day. . .
Before I launch into today's tale, let me give you a little back story. The Writer began a poetry series a few years back which is actually a pretty cool. Part of my job is to do all the PR for this series to make sure it's a hit every month.
Initially, The Writer ran the whole thing mostly alone with some occasional help from a board of directors.
Twice now The Writer has had a major freak-out about the situation and threatened to quit the series and caused major panic among the BOD only to change her mind and return. Once we even spent weeks creating a dossier detailing everything The Writer does for the poetry series so that the others could carry on without her.
These impulsive decisions were accompanied by a multitude of breakdowns, panic attacks, crying, and almost fainting. Needless to say, it was incredibly intense.
Finally, it was decided that the BOD would step up and take on some of The Writer's work. This has proved to be more difficult than it sounds because The Writer likes to do everything her way, is easily offended, and hates confrontation unlike other members on her board.
Things seemed to be settling down of late, and a two month break beginning in August looked like a great opportunity to get organized and take a breather.
Today, however, The Writer received an e-mail from a board member that she found to be rather upsetting. Thus, the day proceeded in fits of crying, angry outbursts, and manic rearranging of the bedroom. Ugh. . .
Right before I left today, another crying fit came on in which The Writer indicated that she wants to just give the whole thing up.
OH. MY. GOSH.
Not to be drawn in to her web of insanity, I strongly advised her to neither send nor read any e-mails regarding the poetry series, ESPECIALLY regarding her leaving the series.
I then hightailed it out of there so fast, the house might have been on fire.
Less than two months. . .
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