I’d try to sum up the insane Knitters Guild Special General Meeting I went to yesterday, but I couldn’t do it any better than Mary-Helen already did. Really, it was just the culmination of the whole drama set in motion at the AGM in March. A harmless but necessary motion got scuppered from the AGM agenda due to bureaucratic bungling (and a missed printer’s deadline), and here we are two months later with continued bad feelings and ill will all around. I sat there in the back of the room knitting away on my sock, wondering (for the millionth time) why in the hell I was wasting my Saturday on such a pointless exercise. And of course, the SGM wasn’t the end of it; I had to stay for the combined Convenor’s and Executive meeting. All up, I spent SIX HOURS of my weekend (a weekend I really needed after a stressful week) sitting in meetings listening to people suck all the fun out of something that is supposed to be a hobby. GAH.