Thursday, June 25, 2020

Long-Ass E-Mail About An Impending Dumpster Fire

Just got done, after three Hours, of typing up an e-mail to my alumni club saying there is no alumni club anymore.

Yeah.  Got the news earlier this month in a Zoom which was reinforced Tuesday on another Zoom.  Instead of alumni events worldwide being done through board members of an alumni chapter, my alma mater's alumni association is going to "encourage" alumni to just volunteer for any old thing.  And even though they're thousands of miles away, those guys will "train" and "bless" that event any old schlub could do with the imprimatur of my university.  Yay.

This is like hollowing out middle management whenever a company has to lay off people.  There is now upper management and the rank and file.  No middleman (or -woman) with knowledge of the institution and the area that knows how to get things done -- and has proven he or she is committed to getting things done, because he or she loves his or her alumni.  Instead, I'll be continuing to do my own thing, but some jagoff can just come in, say, "Hey, I wanna do something!" and the alumni association will say, "OK, now both of you can do it!"  And it doesn't matter that I've been fucking President for eight goddamn years.

People on these calls have been pissed.  Like I said in the last blog post, some of the comments have sounded like people going to city council meetings vowing they'll never wear masks because of the "deep state" or some Republican stupid shit.  But otherwise, they're right -- this will be a disaster.

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