The bones of volunteering

Last Saturday I found myself roped in as the official photographer at the School Gala Dinner. I'm not joking. Now, you know how shite I think my photographic capabilities are, so I think we can officially surmise that I've never met a volunteering job I could say no to. I'm a Helper, aka a Sucker.

In a couple of weeks the school's P&C is having their AGM where the entire executive - President, Vice-President, Treasurer and Random Official Office Bearer Number Four (I don't exactly know what she does) - all need to stand down having served their allocated three year term. The campaign to rope us Suckers into the top jobs has already begun. In fact, I could barely perform my official photographic duties on Saturday such were the vultures gathering to pick over my volunteering vulnerabilites.

I want to be on the executive for the P&C next year about as much as I wanted to be the P&C's Website Co-ordinator, PR and Marketing Co-ordinator and Official Photographer this year. That is to say, about as much as I want a leech to suck my blood at 120 km/hour, but...

... they're circling. They're coming. They make me feel guilty because "the school needs inspirational people like you" (see, they've got some serious moves!) and (less compelling) "if you don't do it, who else will?" Soon I'll be nothing but raw, bleached bone abandoned in a desert and even then how will I say no?

Are you good at saying no?
What do you tell yourself that I need to start telling myself?

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