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Last of my WSD nights
Sep. 30th, 2003 10:35 amHad to raise my voice to my boss yesterday. Last week, she called me and told me to send an email to "Ray D" to have him review something. I emailed him, and copied her. Yesterday, she called back and said that she had said to email "Richard W," NOT "Ray D." I informed her that I'd go ahead and email Richard, but the only reason I emailed Ray was because that's what she said. She said, "No, I said Richard." I stood my ground. She screws up her words all the time. Why on earth would I email someone else out of the blue? Bitch.
The GLBT group at work is going to have elections soon for new officers. I submitted my name. When I go in February to try to find work elsewhere in the company, this may be good for the resumé.
Got home in time to see Steve before he left for activities down the peninsula. We looked at about 150 of the 248 digital pics he took during his trip. He got some good shots. The camera works well. I'm sure we'll probably review the rest of the pics tonight.
Got to WSD about 7:30pm. A larger crowd due to "graduation." Enough for two squares. There were four graduates, only two of whom can really dance. Those are the ones who've never been through the class before. I'm not sure how many times the other have been through the class. They sure can't dance that level. Except for one song, Ron's calling was very slow. He cued the definitions for all the calls. What's the point of completing the class if they can't get through a call without cued definitions? At one point, he called "Peel Off" from a box circulate formation. For about three minutes he tried to get certain people to get into the right position. When they finally got there, he went on for a minute about how well the call was executed. Luckily my back was to him so that he couldn't see the expressions on my face.
WSD is now dark until club night on 10/15 in the new location at the Mission Playground. The new WSD class starts 10/27. I have no idea who would come to their class. The website hasn't been updated in years, has no valid contact information, and they've made no mention of recruiting people. I'm pretty sure that I won't be attending any more of their classes. Too far, and too lame.
Steve didn't sleep well. At 3:30am he woke me up, got me up, and got me off. *sigh* Husbands are great.
The GLBT group at work is going to have elections soon for new officers. I submitted my name. When I go in February to try to find work elsewhere in the company, this may be good for the resumé.
Got home in time to see Steve before he left for activities down the peninsula. We looked at about 150 of the 248 digital pics he took during his trip. He got some good shots. The camera works well. I'm sure we'll probably review the rest of the pics tonight.
Got to WSD about 7:30pm. A larger crowd due to "graduation." Enough for two squares. There were four graduates, only two of whom can really dance. Those are the ones who've never been through the class before. I'm not sure how many times the other have been through the class. They sure can't dance that level. Except for one song, Ron's calling was very slow. He cued the definitions for all the calls. What's the point of completing the class if they can't get through a call without cued definitions? At one point, he called "Peel Off" from a box circulate formation. For about three minutes he tried to get certain people to get into the right position. When they finally got there, he went on for a minute about how well the call was executed. Luckily my back was to him so that he couldn't see the expressions on my face.
WSD is now dark until club night on 10/15 in the new location at the Mission Playground. The new WSD class starts 10/27. I have no idea who would come to their class. The website hasn't been updated in years, has no valid contact information, and they've made no mention of recruiting people. I'm pretty sure that I won't be attending any more of their classes. Too far, and too lame.
Steve didn't sleep well. At 3:30am he woke me up, got me up, and got me off. *sigh* Husbands are great.
