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The Res jumps off a cliff
Congratulate me; starting in January I will be the chair of the church's Fellowship Committee.
As this person is chiefly responsible for planning social events, I've been considering asking to be referred to as Empress Covered Dish, or maybe First Vice President of Fried Chicken.
Honestly, if I were the one in charge, I would not have let me do this. It's questionable to have a staffer be a member of the church, really darned risky to have a staffer be married to a member of the governing board, and borderline insane to have a staffer head an important committee. (Also, of course, it's rather odd to put an introvert in charge of social events, though on the other hand you can guarantee that an introvert won't schedule unnecessary meetings.)
It's also borderline insane that I want to do it. But for as long as I can remember, the committee has been headed up by a woman who's an Olympic-level Sigher, one of those people who would rather be put-upon than ask for help.
And apparently the easiest way to make me want to do something is to stand where I can see you and do it badly.
As this person is chiefly responsible for planning social events, I've been considering asking to be referred to as Empress Covered Dish, or maybe First Vice President of Fried Chicken.
Honestly, if I were the one in charge, I would not have let me do this. It's questionable to have a staffer be a member of the church, really darned risky to have a staffer be married to a member of the governing board, and borderline insane to have a staffer head an important committee. (Also, of course, it's rather odd to put an introvert in charge of social events, though on the other hand you can guarantee that an introvert won't schedule unnecessary meetings.)
It's also borderline insane that I want to do it. But for as long as I can remember, the committee has been headed up by a woman who's an Olympic-level Sigher, one of those people who would rather be put-upon than ask for help.
And apparently the easiest way to make me want to do something is to stand where I can see you and do it badly.
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Story of my fucking life. *raises glass* Good luck! We who are about to volunteer salute you!
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I've got that. In spades. It's a Ravenclaw trait, I think. I call it the "Oh, give me that" syndrome.
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We expect stories of great hilarity from this, you know :D :D :D
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NRP = No Red Punch
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Our tiny havurah has two potlucks a month and sometimes a catered meal on top of that. It's pretty easy to get people to bring food. Easier than getting them to do anything else, really. We don't coordinate the potlucks and usually you get a synchronization of dishes--sometimes felicitously seasonal produce, sometimes whole meals of lentil dishes. So the next time you're looking out over the fried chicken, imagine being in charge of reheating 12 kinds of dal.
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And apparently the easiest way to make me want to do something is to stand where I can see you and do it badly.
Yes, I know that feeling well.
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I vote for the Empress title ;) but then, I've long been recognized as a benevolent dictator by my friends, family, and now - coworkers.
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