A Lesson

     There is a woman I work with. We'll call her Tabatha; not because her name is Tabatha, but because I think she looks like a Tabatha. This woman, Tabatha, is the Treasurer of the Board of Directors. Now, to give her the benefit, next to the President, the Treasurer does more work than anyone else on the Board. So  much so, that it ought to be a paid position rather than the volunteer position that it is. 

    Tabatha has been quoted as saying her job is to find the thing that is wrong and fix it. Regardless of whether or not there is  something that is actually wrong or it is her job to fix it.  This results in her minding a lot of other people's businesses and getting on a lot of people's nerves.

     This morning in the shower, I found a way to sum up her problem exactly: she doesn't know the line between the squeaky wheel and the boy who cried wolf.

   There is the old saying of how the squeaky wheel gets the grease.  Tabatha sees herself as the squeaky wheel - always pointing out the things that are wrong (or the things she perceives as being wrong) and demanding a solution.  

   Unfortunately, the rest of us are so tired of her constantly harping on things, we just ignore everything she says, be they valid points or not.  So no matter what imagined or actual problem arises that she feels the need to point out, we push it aside, assuming it's just another itch Tabatha has to scratch.

   Let this be a lesson to you, Dear Readers. Yes, the squeaky wheel does get the grease. But the wheel that constantly squeaks eventually gets replaced.