Today could have been a gritchy day, but by God’s design, I’m not normally a gritchy person.
A couple of people tried to pull rank on me to get time slots they wanted. Not once, but twice today.
It didn’t work. And I still had to be nice and tell them no, sweetly and effectively.
Karma, people. I don’t know how it really works, but I do know what goes around comes around.
And if you play by the rules, you win. And you go on to bless someone else. I guess that would be good karma. If you try to manipulate someone, you lose, eventually. And that? Bad karma.
I hate being manipulated. It’s a virtually ineffective tactic with me. I can smell it coming a mile away. It’s like my antennae shoot up into the sky, vibrating at the least little wave heading my way.
“Warning! Warning! They’re going to scream and cry and threaten to get what they want. Danger, danger, Will Robinson!”
And still? I fall for it. Until they're about halfway through their spiel, and out it comes..."we do a lot of work with your company"...or "we'll pull our sponsorship"... or....well, you get the drill. Or, they offer to pay me. It's a non-profit, dude. That won't work. I don't get paid to volunteer!
I hate that they don’t get what they want. There’s something twisted in me that wants everyone to be happy, and I’ll work like hell to make it happen for them. Ah, well, they’ll get over it. They can get happy in the same pants they got mad in. If they’d read the instructions, they wouldn’t be in this predicament.
Sweet tiny little rant over.
Thanks for listening. Seriously. Now I'm going to try to go back to sleep, okay?