Well, okay. Not a thousand meetings, but close enough. For some (crazy) reason, I scheduled all my SPCA meetings for this month within a three day span. Yes, I did it to myself. Yes, it seemed like a good (well, all right) idea at the time. And yes, it seems monumentally stupid right now.
I’ve been a volunteer with my local SPCA for a number of years. I stopped counting at five, somewhat like some people stop counting their age at 29. This year, I’m the COE (Chair of Everything). I like being chair; my psychiatrist and I laughed like hyenas the day I told her that I’d returned to the SPCA as the Chair of the Community Council. (When I told her, she said, “Of course you went back as chair. We both know you have control issues.” And boy, did we laugh. She knew me well. Dr. F., I miss you!)
So I get to run things, which is my favourite state of affairs. And sometimes, I run them with my head up my ass, and schedule a month’s worth of meetings in three days.
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August 21, 2008 at 12:13 am
Bobby
I like meetings. I get to leave my desk and get away from work, and I can just space out. Unless somebody asks me something…then it is quite embarrassing.
August 22, 2008 at 5:05 am
themuseasylum
Well, I’m the one that runs the meetings… although sometimes it would be great if I was the one that didn’t have to say anything!