Piddle, twiddle and resolve, not one damn thing do they solve!

I think that I have had it with my place of work, or specifically the Board Members who supposidly run the place. They say they are going to do something and then never do it. Oh yes, Kristin, we are stopping by to pick up those items to put in storage, or today we are going to put up the Christmas decorations, or I'll stop by with that program you need to make the newsletter and show you how to do it. Apparently not. I ended up crying at work today. I know part of it was hormones/not getting any sleep last night, but really, if you can't keep even a small promise, why do I want to work for you anymore. And, I'm still on probation, as are they. So come January, I could decide to not work for them anymore. But, I'm not a quitter, I don't like to complain (this is my journal, so I can here, really), and knowing the economy I was just lucky enough to find a position in a museum. So really, I shouldn't complain. And another part of my problem is that I am to stubborn? proud? to ask for help. I'd rather do it all by myself. Something to do with my personality type or something. So, I'll muddle through somehow. But sometimes I do wish that I could just give it up in January and go to grad school in the fall. I fear that I am one of those people who could be lifers in education. I just love learning new things. Dorkus Maximus the III. That's me.

And the scary thing is, that the Board is thinking positively about taking on a third building. Right, they don't have enough manpower for two buildings (it's just me working there) and they want a third one. Who isn't thinking here? They really, desperatly need an executive director. I'm fresh out of college, what do I really know about running a museum?

I'm too tired to think. I will run off and sleep/watch Joan of Arcadia and write later about the "Camping Trip of Doom".