Hung over from the wild party the night before he sauntered in. He started his sales pitch "the team needs you to step down from the board, and play the game you do best."
Like?
With a scrunched up face he implied washing dishes, cleani ng toilets, and making beds.
I reminded him of all things I brought to the organization. Also that I sit on other boards.
He said that all we want from you is a check point, if we need it next year.
I said I didn't want to hang around being dry humped. By this board, or by him.
"But before you resign, vote for my friend to be president, and we are going to hire a bookkeeper " he said. WTH. I saved them shit tons of money, and gave them my space fir their event free for two years .
Think of it we will have a sports caster right here, and go pros. Lots of media coverage.
They did nothing to promote my lodge for two years, and left my name out of all TV reports.
A lot fuck you's were said.
Then I sent all the treasurer stuff down the highway, and resigned.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
He walked in my bar in a cloud of Marijuana smoke
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