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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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.
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.