Ever deal with a micromanaging control freak who doesn't actually do any work? Wait, that's redundant.
This is a Seussy ode to one such person who shall remain nameless, except to be known as the Bitch of Vancouver. This person tried to control the seating at an event of mine that she wasn't even attending - the day before it - among other things. Enjoy.
Dear Bitchface -
There is no time for sentiment,
You aren't controlling my event!
I'm so tired of your bleating,
trying to control the seating.
You can't rearrange a chair
if you fucking won't be there!
You never do respond
until crisis and beyond.
You blame things on your staff,
but it's really simple math.
Your inbox is jam packed,
and you really should be smacked!
You're really quite a pain -
you point fingers and complain,
claiming others shirk,
while you don't do any work.
It won't be quite so funny
when your group runs out of money.
But then you'll probably blame us,
throw up your hands, and fuss.
The character that suits you best?
The green-faced Wicked Witch of the West.
Is it triggered by dementia
that you complain in absentia?
So go ahead and whine,
and if you find this post unkind,
I think you're a miserable hag,
and I won't be left holding the bag!