Warning: Rantage
Oct. 25th, 2002 01:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzilla*sigh* I've tried to be upbeat, this evening, and I've tried not to let things get to me. I really have. And I've failed miserably.
For all her faults, there are a few things that Megan is insanely good at. Near the pinacle of that list is sewing... and she'd recently begun doing some costuming work for a longtime mutual friend... someone that I've known and considered a friend for nearly 10 years. Miscommunication occured, and a deadline that was apparently carved in stone on that end never got plugged in on this end... and the ongoing and highly visible financial woes on this end were... utterly ignored on that end. Long story short, the dress was not ready for the final weekend of Faire.
Things were said in anger and in frustration. Such is to be expected, I guess. Kellie is a volatile individual... and doesn't cope well with change. What severely complicated the issue was the opinionated involvment of Heidi, who for whatever reason has self appointed herself as Kellie's watchdog. Between the two of them, they managed to reduce Megan to tears in (yes, I am going to be blunt) a HIGHLY BRUTAL BARRAGE that included potshots at our financial status.
Yeah, I'm pissed off. I try very very hard to be even handed, but this has not only poked my last nerve it freaking ripped it out and stomped on it.
Miscommunications happen. If Heidi continues her berating, I've already decided that I -will- step in and drop the anvil on her cute little red head. This is ridiculous. What utterly destroyed my afternoon, and left Megan a sobbing wreck hiding in the bathroom, was Kellie showing up unannounced and unheralded, WITH FRIENDS, to 'request' the pieces of the dress. I told her gently, evenly, that she was compounding a simple mistake tenfold... to which she just shrugged. I remained polite and courteous (there's a witness *waves to Crys*)... when I wanted to grab a bat and introduce her to what /pain/ is like.
To be honest, I don't know if Heidi or Kellie are aware of my journal. To continue being honest, I no longer fear injuring the feelings of either of them. I've labored and struggled to 'play nice' even when dealing with their various neuroses. I've played chaperone and bodyguard at various times. I've helped one of them move, not once, but twice. I've watched as the circle of friends we're all a part of has shifted and changed... it used to be a family... now it's a materialistic holier-than-thou clique with people advancing at others expense. I've watched as what was once a joy to me became first a burden, then a pain. I've watched as Megan's gone through a similar transition.
Some of the folks that -do- read my journal have seen Megan's sewing handiwork... at least the stuff she just dashes off in a hurry for herself. The level of work that goes into the outfits she's made recently is... professional grade, to say the very least. To see her treated this way leaves me burning... I've not had to deal with this kind of rage in many years.
The sticking point to all of this is Heidi... and her upcoming wedding. The one that Megan's been working, three nights a week for the last couple, on Heidi's -mother's- outfit for. Lore has been decent to us both, and seems to genuinely appreciate Megan's work... but again there's the not-so-subtle interference from Heidi herself. It's not-so-subtle enough that I'm -real- tempted to go over with Megan tomorrow night, and *loom* over the 1/3-my-size-and-mass intereference field that is this... former friend.
I've been told over and over again for well over a decade that I'm entirely too nice to people. Too forgiving. Too willing to accept. I've adamantly denied it... maintaining that most people are simply misunderstood.
Tonight, I believe it. There really are some folks that need a good public thrashing to remind them what being human is. Just give me a moment to fetch my bullwhip.
For all her faults, there are a few things that Megan is insanely good at. Near the pinacle of that list is sewing... and she'd recently begun doing some costuming work for a longtime mutual friend... someone that I've known and considered a friend for nearly 10 years. Miscommunication occured, and a deadline that was apparently carved in stone on that end never got plugged in on this end... and the ongoing and highly visible financial woes on this end were... utterly ignored on that end. Long story short, the dress was not ready for the final weekend of Faire.
Things were said in anger and in frustration. Such is to be expected, I guess. Kellie is a volatile individual... and doesn't cope well with change. What severely complicated the issue was the opinionated involvment of Heidi, who for whatever reason has self appointed herself as Kellie's watchdog. Between the two of them, they managed to reduce Megan to tears in (yes, I am going to be blunt) a HIGHLY BRUTAL BARRAGE that included potshots at our financial status.
Yeah, I'm pissed off. I try very very hard to be even handed, but this has not only poked my last nerve it freaking ripped it out and stomped on it.
Miscommunications happen. If Heidi continues her berating, I've already decided that I -will- step in and drop the anvil on her cute little red head. This is ridiculous. What utterly destroyed my afternoon, and left Megan a sobbing wreck hiding in the bathroom, was Kellie showing up unannounced and unheralded, WITH FRIENDS, to 'request' the pieces of the dress. I told her gently, evenly, that she was compounding a simple mistake tenfold... to which she just shrugged. I remained polite and courteous (there's a witness *waves to Crys*)... when I wanted to grab a bat and introduce her to what /pain/ is like.
To be honest, I don't know if Heidi or Kellie are aware of my journal. To continue being honest, I no longer fear injuring the feelings of either of them. I've labored and struggled to 'play nice' even when dealing with their various neuroses. I've played chaperone and bodyguard at various times. I've helped one of them move, not once, but twice. I've watched as the circle of friends we're all a part of has shifted and changed... it used to be a family... now it's a materialistic holier-than-thou clique with people advancing at others expense. I've watched as what was once a joy to me became first a burden, then a pain. I've watched as Megan's gone through a similar transition.
Some of the folks that -do- read my journal have seen Megan's sewing handiwork... at least the stuff she just dashes off in a hurry for herself. The level of work that goes into the outfits she's made recently is... professional grade, to say the very least. To see her treated this way leaves me burning... I've not had to deal with this kind of rage in many years.
The sticking point to all of this is Heidi... and her upcoming wedding. The one that Megan's been working, three nights a week for the last couple, on Heidi's -mother's- outfit for. Lore has been decent to us both, and seems to genuinely appreciate Megan's work... but again there's the not-so-subtle interference from Heidi herself. It's not-so-subtle enough that I'm -real- tempted to go over with Megan tomorrow night, and *loom* over the 1/3-my-size-and-mass intereference field that is this... former friend.
I've been told over and over again for well over a decade that I'm entirely too nice to people. Too forgiving. Too willing to accept. I've adamantly denied it... maintaining that most people are simply misunderstood.
Tonight, I believe it. There really are some folks that need a good public thrashing to remind them what being human is. Just give me a moment to fetch my bullwhip.
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Date: 2002-10-25 08:47 am (UTC)Love and luck, and all the understanding that a human can muster
-Kevin