Team…nuthin.

First, I’d like to put in a little disclaimer. #1 I’m not PMSing, #2 I only got 4 hours of sleep last night #3 I may or may not have forgotten to take my antidepressant yesterday and #4 Please don’t take any of this personally, I have to get it off my chest or someone at work is going to get their head ripped off.

Okay I like to think of myself as a somewhat patient person. I like to give others the benefit of the doubt, etc. but this has kind of left a bad taste in my mouth.

I found out over the weekend that someone else decided to start up a ‘Team Scotland’ (the day after I did I may add – apparently they didn’t Google it (like I did) to see if someone else had come up with the idea). I left a comment on their blog (four days ago) that I had started up a team and they were welcome to my button, etc. if they wanted to merge, etc., etc.

I haven’t gotten a response back from them at all. And they have posted since I left the comment so it’s not like they aren’t blogging. I guess I’m more ticked at not getting any kind of response at all than anything else. I’m starting to feel like I’m back in 10th grade and Andrea N. has decided I’m not ‘cool’ enough all over again. And, I’m starting to feel like this Olympic thing has turned into clique central. I just want to knit my damned sweater, alright?

No, I’m not naming names and no, I don’t want this to turn into a pissing contest. I’m just venting. Because isn’t that what journals are for, after all?

So, if you are the person who started up the other team and are reading this I am still more than happy to talk to you about it. And if I don’t hear from you that’s fine, too. I’ll just start up my own damned clique just like I did in High School.

Dammit.

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