Last spring, when I finally emerged from my self-absorption long enough to realize that our PTO officers were the spawn of Satan, I vowed that I would become so involved in family and community events that PTO- or at least the Satanic branch of it- would become irrelevant. To that end, I joined the Family and Community Involvement Committee (FCIC) and I joined the STARs committee, and I volunteered to become co-Vice President of this year's PTO.
At this point in my post, I could list off all of the things that I have accomplished so far, and all of the remaining things that are slowly crushing my enthusiasm into coal, but I don't think I need to tell you that I have gotten in over my head.
But when I showed up at the FCIC on Friday with a piece of masking tape over my mouth (because every time a task comes up in that committee and no one volunteers, the silence overwhelms me before it overwhelms anybody else, and I say that I will do it) that had "I have to resign" written on it, all anybody did was laugh. And then when I ripped the tape off, painfully I might add, and insisted that I wanted to resign, my resignation was refused.
Looks like it's tape over my mouth from now on.
3 comments:
Now that you have walked into the Pit o' Hell and beaten said Spawn, you realize you still have to deal with the heat.
xoxo
Liz
I think it is time for Laurie to come out of hibernation and post.
You are HILARIOUSLY witty! But >three committees/groups??? Egads!
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