At our worst

I sort of cracked the other day (not because of the shitty kids - they are the same as usual, in pissing me off every day) when I emailed the library director about this guy who runs a non-profit org in my mid-sized Canadian city and is a royal ass. Anyways, he has a project going called "at our best", where the library bought video and digital cameras so that people could sign them out for free and film pictures of people "at their best" in the community ... long story short, I got put in charge of the cameras, and not only has NOONE participated in this project, but 2 of the video cameras have been stolen. The other day the ass came and talked to me about how he should extend the deadline for the project (just give it up man - can't you just face the fact that the program was terribly vague and no one wanted to do it?) but the library should buy some new video cameras, and he wanted to talk to the director about it but he wasn't in. I think it's a terrible idea, because the library will just be wasting money on more cameras that will also be stolen ... so I headed off the ass, emailed the director, and said "feel free to disagree with me, but I think you should say no to the ass when he asks and we shouldn't buy him the camera, because his project has been a failure and we shouldn't have to suffer for that". While I was happy to get that off my chest, now I'm regretting sending the email because I've seen the director twice since that and he hasn't said a word or replied to my email, and I don't know if I should mention it again or just let it go. Then, a day later, the ass came into the library with a Shaw tv girl in tow, and said "hey, we're going to film you with the digital cameras for the project" and I was like "ok, fuck you very much I'd love to, and by the way thanks for the heads up - no call, no email, no nothing saying I'd be on Shaw tv and maybe should wash my hair". It was ridiculous because she just filmed me holding a camera, then sitting at my desk and pretend-talking to the ass ... but he's such a little bastard because not only did he say "oh, where is the poster for the ‘at our best’ project?" (which we have downstairs on our bulletin board but not in the teen area because it's ugly) but I know he's doing this so that the director will HAVE to give him the money for some new cameras, and now I look like even more of a fool for sending him that email!