You know, to hell with them….

Somehow while giving up my weekend to to train adults in scouting, I managed to piss off the council training chair, by noticing that she was cracking jokes with a friend, to the point of being distracting, while I was trying to teach knots to a very noisy group. Never mind that I was the only one all weekend to show any energy, or do anything to keep this particular group of adult students awake.

People are falling asleep in a lot of these presentations. I’m stuck with the last presentation of a long day, the preceding session was a boring video tape, and before that was dinner. I get to try to cram an hour of knot-tying into a half hour, and notice our ever so important council training chair is cracking jokes, not once, but at least three times, while I try to teach a group of exhausted people about knot-tying. Somehow noticing that, and joking about it, is a big insult to her. She wouldn’t put up with this if she were in front of the room, but apparently the Golden Rule doesn’t apply to her.

Damn it, there are lots of things I could dedicate my time to. I like training and working with adult scout leaders, but I certainly don’t need to deal with prima-donnas’ fragile freaking egos. To hell with them, I’ll find another way to spend my volunteer time.