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Originally Posted by Claire
My new title shall read "Auction Idiot" in my mind.  |
No, you misunderstand, dear. The Auction Idiot is :
"Dodge the phone calls of an obsessive-compulsive "I have no life, therefore you must not either, what do you mean you have three kids, work two days a week and you're sick, and you like to leave your house to see other human adults and have a social life and the preschool is not your life, how can the preschool NOT be your life, it's my life and I feel very fulfilled and blessed to be a part of it, it's a co-op and if you don't feel like you can be cooperative then maybe it's not a good fit for you, and I don't need any sleep since I'm not human, I'm actually a robot with zero social skills because hey how can anyone expect me to have social skills when this damn preschool is my fvcking life?" preschool president."
Her. We have one , too- she lives down the hill from us. She used to corner me every year, but now she acts as if I don't exist, and I see her almost daily. Must have something to do with the fact that I told her I'd rather send my donation to a school that actually needs the funds.
