So, I’ve been M.IA. for a few days. Three to be exact. And I’m back with complaints.
Thursday was the PTA event that had been dumped into my lap back in October. I took off Wednesday and Thursday to ooncentrate on tieing up the loose ends and running errands for it. Friday, I was busy closing the whole thing out and finishing up the accounting for it.
I’m pretty proud to say that I beat last year’s revenues for it by 20%, which is pretty awesome considering the lousy economy we are parked in the middle of.
A word of advice: If someone dumps a committee on you or asks you to chair something…say NO. The PTA has more red tape than the FDA and Congress put together. And you’re really on your own, because as much as everyone has an opinion on how things should get done, for the most part, people don’t want to get involved.
When I first went to the PTA meeting after having this albatross of a fundraiser dumped on me and asked for help with donations, only one woman raised her hand to help me. Get this though…she said “I’ll help you, but I don’t like trying to get donations”. Uh, am I missing something here? Why did that woman raise her hand to help?
The one thing that really pissed me off the night of the PTA function was this:
We had about 60 baskets and donations to raffle off at the end of the night. Each item had a plastic container in front of it for collecting tickets. To draw a winner, I’d hold the container up high, mix the tickets up with my hand, draw a ticket and hand the ticket over to the person in charge of announcing the winner. Mind you, there are 60 of these to do.
Still with me?
Can you imagine that there were women bitching that I wasn’t doing it fairly? They wanted me to take each container and dump the contents into a bag so the tickets were mixed properly. Um. Excuse me. GET A FREAKING LIFE.
What I wanted to say is…. “Ya know what? Next year, YOU run this event! YOU get 36 vendors, thousands of dollars in donations, 400 people to attend it, publicize it, organize the class baskets, get the permits and licenses involved, do the floor plan, organize refreshments, do the 3 hours of set up, post fliers, put miles upon miles on your car while running errands for it and whatever the heck else I left out and THEN you can pick the tickets any freaking way you want.”
What? Too much work for you? Thought it might be. So hush thy lips, buttercup.
Anyway, to unwind from that, now that it’s behind me (or maybe I should say another 9 months until I have to plan it all over again), I spent today doing my favorite “zone out” thing. Paint a room.
With the help of my husband and son, on what is actually my 16th wedding anniversary, we painted our master bedroom a warm honey color. (Warm Muffin by Behr Paints)
And tomorrow I think I will round out the unwinding with shopping for some new things for our freshly painted bedroom.
Ahh….it’s good to be back to blogging. Hope you are having a great weekend!