Warning - spleneticness ahoy
Dec. 4th, 2009 02:26 pmRight now I am a calm bunny, but last night I was raging.
So a bit of background.
D, my housemate, is also our competition secretary. The big inter-university competition is this weekend. He nearly futzed up our entering it but that got sorted. He was also supposed to be organising the transport to Nottingham for us, in particular for Sunday because British public transport does not do Sunday mornings. So I ask him about this on Monday because I know he's going to Holland this week. I am assured that the Captain has it in hand.
On Wednesday, I text our Captain asking him about it. I even, jokingly, say that I'm aware expecting anything to be organised 5 days in advance is pushing it, but I can hope. I get no reply.
It is now Thursday. Our male epeeists have to be there tomorrow (Friday) morning by 11 (if we had female sabreurs, they'd have to be there too, but we don't have any of those). Our Captain is not at training. Our Comp Sec is in Holland. I still don't know what's happening on Sunday.
So we go to the pub after training. W, one of the male epeeists (and our Treasurer), comes up to me and asks what they're supposed to be doing tomorrow (Friday). No one knows. So muggins here is left to organise the epeeists (they're going by train) and the women's foil and men's sabre on the Sunday. There are no trains on time, ditto the buses and National Express arrives too late. Because there are 5 of us going (I think, J still hasn't got back to me, turn your phones on, fencers!) we're too big to fit into anyone but CD's car, and CD is going to the Hereford and Worcester. He thought our Captain was going too, but he isn't, so the Captain is in trouble with him too. From our Captain, once I've finally got hold of him, says that they only have the minibus for Saturday. So, we, the Sunday lot, are having to take a taxi from Leicester to Nottingham on Sunday morning. Someone is going to have to front the money, and I volunteered. W has sworn blind that I will be reimbursed and I have threatened people with being dangled off tall buildings if I'm not. CD, T and R have all agreed that I am justified in this (both getting the taxi and dangling people if I'm not reimbursed).
So I get home and H, girlfriend of D, the only person with a minibus licence, tells me to calm down because D told her to organise it and she has everything in hand. It is now 23.30, giving the male epeeists less than 12 hours notice. That I don't bean her and tell her that the night before is not sufficient time to organise anything should be brought up when they plan on canonising me.
First she tries to send the epeeists to Nottingham train station when Beeston is the one for the uni, then she suggests the National Express bus which arrives in Nottingham at 8.50 (we have to be at the uni by 9) and is mildly aggreived when I point out that even if we ring, we'll be scratched. She seems to think this is unreasonable rather than being the only way you can get a large national event running smoothly.
But she's got the men's epeeists going so she's on my good side.
People who are not, and won't be until they have done some serious grovelling include:
D, the comp sec
R, the captain
and British public transport.
So a bit of background.
D, my housemate, is also our competition secretary. The big inter-university competition is this weekend. He nearly futzed up our entering it but that got sorted. He was also supposed to be organising the transport to Nottingham for us, in particular for Sunday because British public transport does not do Sunday mornings. So I ask him about this on Monday because I know he's going to Holland this week. I am assured that the Captain has it in hand.
On Wednesday, I text our Captain asking him about it. I even, jokingly, say that I'm aware expecting anything to be organised 5 days in advance is pushing it, but I can hope. I get no reply.
It is now Thursday. Our male epeeists have to be there tomorrow (Friday) morning by 11 (if we had female sabreurs, they'd have to be there too, but we don't have any of those). Our Captain is not at training. Our Comp Sec is in Holland. I still don't know what's happening on Sunday.
So we go to the pub after training. W, one of the male epeeists (and our Treasurer), comes up to me and asks what they're supposed to be doing tomorrow (Friday). No one knows. So muggins here is left to organise the epeeists (they're going by train) and the women's foil and men's sabre on the Sunday. There are no trains on time, ditto the buses and National Express arrives too late. Because there are 5 of us going (I think, J still hasn't got back to me, turn your phones on, fencers!) we're too big to fit into anyone but CD's car, and CD is going to the Hereford and Worcester. He thought our Captain was going too, but he isn't, so the Captain is in trouble with him too. From our Captain, once I've finally got hold of him, says that they only have the minibus for Saturday. So, we, the Sunday lot, are having to take a taxi from Leicester to Nottingham on Sunday morning. Someone is going to have to front the money, and I volunteered. W has sworn blind that I will be reimbursed and I have threatened people with being dangled off tall buildings if I'm not. CD, T and R have all agreed that I am justified in this (both getting the taxi and dangling people if I'm not reimbursed).
So I get home and H, girlfriend of D, the only person with a minibus licence, tells me to calm down because D told her to organise it and she has everything in hand. It is now 23.30, giving the male epeeists less than 12 hours notice. That I don't bean her and tell her that the night before is not sufficient time to organise anything should be brought up when they plan on canonising me.
First she tries to send the epeeists to Nottingham train station when Beeston is the one for the uni, then she suggests the National Express bus which arrives in Nottingham at 8.50 (we have to be at the uni by 9) and is mildly aggreived when I point out that even if we ring, we'll be scratched. She seems to think this is unreasonable rather than being the only way you can get a large national event running smoothly.
But she's got the men's epeeists going so she's on my good side.
People who are not, and won't be until they have done some serious grovelling include:
D, the comp sec
R, the captain
and British public transport.