Drawing lines

The previous post was supposed to be set to yesterday's time and date. Because I am a programmer and have
difficulty with the most basic things like editing the date on a blog post or working a mobile phone, its gone and
placed itself in as Tueday's posts. Sometimes I don't understand code. Only sometimes mind you and its usually
when I can't see it.

The meeting went well yesterday and the team all gave their feedback. One of the administrators, who also happens
to be the best mate,C, couldn't make it. Spoke to him this morning and I can tell he's pissed off as a result of certain
descisions that were reached at the meeting. As a result, there's been no contact. I've been told I'm great for drawing lines for people. There's a difference between be just being Shelly and when I am an adminstrator on my site. I don't see how its an issue to draw lines? I've had numerous conversations with various members at different stages who just don't get it. They feel if they are friends with me, that I should be able to talk to them or that I can answer questions about the site. I can understand their confusion. I guess it just makes things simpler for me. Although with the best mate, I would expect him to understand.

This is the time when I need him most, both as a mate and as my administrator. But on both accounts, he's decided he's peeved. Sometimes we make mistakes, sometimes the descision goes against us, god knows I have been out-voted more times then I care to remember when it comes to most things but you have to learn within a team, and accept certain things. There's 10 people in the team, so if six of them vote for one thing, chances are its the right thing to do.

Men, sometimes they are fecking complicated. The kid has made a full recovery. We arrived home after the meeting to find her painting a picture of Marilyn Manson for her mate K. She needs hair dye, to get her hair colour, phone credit and her pills. She's home one day and the bank account is doing press-ups. She headed into school today. Thank feck. She was up at the ungodly hour of 6.30, something to do with hair straightening. She's meeting up with her man tomorrow and she might be staying down with him on Friday night. I'm trying to keep the smile from my face. Another night of free time and time to spend with the lovely Mammy 2. I'm starting to like all this free time I have.