I really enjoy all this United Way stuff that I do. Seriously, I do. It's a blast. But you know, come mid-October when deadlines start approaching, and you have to memorize speeches and build a big cardboard TV and assemble 300 information packets and make sure refreshments -- oh, I'd better e-mail somebody and make sure the refreshments are scheduled to happen -- are gonna be here, and on top of all of this, I need to get my actual work done. I'm pretty heavily caffinated at the moment, so I'm feeling pretty good, but I'm also expecting to pull 13 hour days today, and tomorrow. Wednesday I'm gonna have to be in an hour early, and I'll have to be back at 10:00 PM to talk to the third shift workers. I expect to be too busy to do anything socially this week. Wanna know what the worst part is? So far our participation has been inordinately good (so far -- we'll see how pledges actually turn out) to the point that if I'm still here next year, there's no way I'll be able to get out of coordinating again. On the one hand, it means I'm no longer totally expendable to the company.
On the other hand, well, my head's gonna explode. I can feel it.