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Once upon a time I had a job that included regular paychecks instead of smiles and hugs. One of the duties with this real job was putting together a public awareness event in May to celebrate Children’s Mental Health Week. The event was theoretically planned and handled by a committee made up of other people who worked in social service jobs in Knoxville. In reality, about three people do all the work while a half a dozen other people complain and criticize. Last year I got talked into coordinating the event because my old boss knows I care about the event and hate watching it flounder under people who really don’t care. Every year I say I’ll never do it again yet here I sit pondering if I should do it again. Sigh.

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  1. He talked me into it again, he was practically begging – no he was begging. I know it’s b/c he doesn’t want to do the work. I’m not sure what he does for it actually. I’m sure something. I told him I would just do the food for the volunteers and he said that was fine.

  2. His contribution is to cheer everyone on and tell them how good they are doing. If I could do more of what I want to do with the event and less arguing with the people who don’t want change, I’d feel more confident about saying yes.

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