Volunteering is supposed to make one feel good. All it has done for me is make me crazier than I was before I started - and that’s bad. For the past eight years, I’ve been the sole volunteer for managing meetings for a group of retirees. The past three years, I’ve added another group of retirees and a whole community of people that can’t follow simple rules on an electronic community bulletin board.
These jobs would not be so bad if it weren’t for the people. Let me clarify that, certain people. Those that have no idea what it takes to make these groups work, cause me untold misery. Everyday, I forget the majority that seems to appreciate what I do, because of the minority that create enough problems for everybody.
I don’t feel any better after complaining and I still don’t know why I continue to do this.
Maybe when those few get to heaven, God will put them in charge of herding cats.
PMO
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