I found out a while back some of the other volunteers (a clique) at a place I help out at think I'm autistic. The reality is far closer to me knowing they are 'otnay ootay ightbray' and I have noticed over the last few years the less they do the smoother the place runs. They are bloody deadwood, and I don't need the aggravation of their boobery. One of them has wet brain, another has a vicious cunt of a wife (a relative of mine) who over the years had made a tremendous amount of extra work for us, and the third keeps breaking things and overlooking obvious hazards.
I frequently work as a docent, and have been told I am quite good at it. (Already knew that, LOL) So it isn't me, it really is the clique.
Our biggest problem at that place is you can't fire volunteers. (although after 2 years of the silent treatment we did get rid of 'Gary')
I frequently work as a docent, and have been told I am quite good at it. (Already knew that, LOL) So it isn't me, it really is the clique.
Our biggest problem at that place is you can't fire volunteers. (although after 2 years of the silent treatment we did get rid of 'Gary')
