I volunteer on the Design Committee of my local Main Street organization. Yesterday was the first day of replacing the summer planting in urns with mums. The woman who takes care of the urns does so much. An e-mail went out to all volunteers regarding the dates and times to help. As I walk down to Main Street with my neon green volunteer t-shirt, gardening bag & tools, and a spring in my step, I am in denial. I have a vision of a group of us doing this work.
I get to the office...and its just me and Marta....Again...
Not that I mind doing this. I don't have to. I choose to volunteer. But why is it the same people all the time? And why is it always the four people who work full time and have bills to pay and other things going on in their lives? Where are all the retirees in this town who say they are volunteers but never show up if the work takes a little effort? Grrrr...
And you may wonder why write about this for a school blog...
Well...the same thing happens with the yearbook. The seniors get the book for "free." What a joke. If those in charge of decisions had to endure the smirks from the publishers and photographers when I tell them how PV pays for this book, they may be shamed into doing it the right way. So, just like in my town, a few people make the effort to raise the money to pay for the book and 322 students reap the rewards. I bust my butt getting things done by deadlines, making sure everything looks good and deal with students and parents who don't know the meaning of "due by" and I feel like I am beating my head against the wall here. This book causes me countless sleepless nights and lost time with family and friends because of the time I put into it at home. Sure I get a stipend, but considering the one coaches et for a part of the school year and I do this all year...Ugh!
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