Stick a fork in me...

I'm not really sure why this pisses me off so much, but it does. Gal who is a mom of both a football player and a cheerleader in our organization sent an "article" that she was going to send to one of the local rags to another mom/former cheer director. That mom forwarded it to me and I told her to e-mail the other gal back and tell her not to send it cuz I was already working with our 'media relations' gal on an article that she was submitting to both local rags (same publisher, catering to neighboring communities) along with a picture. Our media gal writes stuff all the time, so it was a good article (though I see one bit of info is incorrect) and what the mom wrote is awful. Thought we dodged that bullet a month or so ago.

As luck would have it, the larger of the two rags didn't publish the original story/picture. Not sure why. Mom texts me yesterday and asked me to put something out to everyone (or send her a list of my contact info) to let them know the article will be in the paper on Wednesday. Ummm...nobody GIVES A SHIT!! It doesn't name any of the players by name, and if she uses a picture, it won't have everyone in it (about 75 kids). I'm dragging my heels about it. I'll prolly send something out about it, but mash it in with other info I have.

In saying it outloud to a friend not associated with the whole cluster fuck, what pisses me off is: 1. NOBODY checked with me to ensure that something wasn't already being done
2. It's poorly written, and that is a reflection upon all of us (I would have edited it for her so she didn't make us look like numbskulls if we didn't already have something in the pipeline)
3. It piles on to other things that have happened/been said that I'm taking as people not thinking I'm doing a good enough job. Maybe that isn't their intent, but it feels disrespectful that things are being taken on without consideration for what is being or needs to be done that I'm either DOING or have KNOWLEDGE OF.
4. I said it out-loud to my friend that I'm no longer here for the 171 kids in the program. I'm only still here for my "boyfriend" (we started this mess together), and that I want to put everything in a box and hand it off to someone. What stops me from doing that is my own procrastination. Things aren't in order, and I don't want anyone to see that I'm doing this by the seat of my pants.

So, I fired off an e-mail to Boyfriend when husband-of-mom asked for contact info via e-mail today so he could send something out about the article being published (uhhh...no, not giving him EVERYONE's info out of respect for their privacy...he doesn't sit on the board, has no 'position' in the organization) and will see what he says. I'll send the stoopid reminder out, but when I'm damnfuckinggoodandready. Paper publishes on Wednesday.

Gah. I just want to be done.