The doom and anxiety that I felt last week is still looming about. Not in full-force like it was, but I can still feel the little turd circling above my head. I'm starting to wish something bad would happen just so I can get it over with and move on. BRING IT ON BIATCH!
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Last week I was asked to be the director for an event held in this city every year. Initially I was very hesitant, but after some persuasion I told them that I would think about it. I thought about it for a few days, got a few calls from some people who had been the director in years past, talked it over with BSC, and got a few more calls from people who kissed my butt. Please make note, this is all on a volunteer basis. This has nothing to do with my job, I will not get paid for this. In high school and college I did the whole "really involved" thing. I was editor of my yearbook, vice president of a service organization, treasurer and president of my sorority, chaired Welcome Week and was a representative in the student body government every year, all while taking classes full-time and working three jobs. Let's just say that I'm tired. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it, but I'm tired. I told myself that after I graduated I would give myself a much-deserved break. I promised that I would be selfish and devote my time to myself, my husband and my career (or lack thereof). So now, out of the blue, I've been asked to direct an event that over 10,000 people in this city depend on every year. I was on the committee last year and handled all of our advertising and printing needs, so I know what it takes to put this thing on. It's not going to be an easy task.
Yesterday I told them that I would do it.
What was I thinking? I don't know.
Was I high? Very possible.
Is this going to kill me and put me over the edge? Most definitely.
The event I'm directing won't happen until summer of 2007 ... a year and a half until I go totally insane. Oh wait, that's already happened!
So don't be surprised if I try to persuade my fellow Utah blogger friends to volunteer for me. I will go after you, I will find you, and you WILL volunteer.
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Does anyone know where I can find a really skinny, rectangular, pedestal table? I need one and can't find one. Preferably inexpensive (that should go without saying).
I also need some ideas for a backsplash in my kitchen. I want to do a tile backsplash along the entire wall against my sink and range. It's probably a total of 15 feet wide by 1.5 - 2 feet tall. Any ideas for designs? I'm all designed out.
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My nifty little graphic for The Shoe of the Day is no longer being uploaded by blogger. No idea why. So, here it is.
Name: Ghana
Brand: BCB Girls
Color: Dusty Pink Brocade
Size: 8
5 comments:
you're a glutton for punishment. if your suffering from anxiety, why would you agree to help? silly, silly, silly girl.
nice princess shoes.
um craigslist?
you'll do fine with the planning. you are super organized and highly efficient. after the event is over take a vacation somewhere tropical. it will all pay off in the end.
This is why you are having those anxiety problems. You knew they would ask you, and you knew you would say yes. It is all your own fault. :)
consider yourself lucky and important...the only volunteer job I get asked to do is babysit.
; )
but I'll tell you hit up Just Me, she's in Utah and DYING to help out a good cause! LOL
There is nothing worse than worrying about stuff looming over your head.. the unknown can be worse than anything else. I do know that from everything that's gone on in my world lately. Hugs!!!
Just don't hand paint a bunch of tiles for the backsplash.. Nana did that and then years later regretted it, even though they turned out really great. A ton of work, but a ton of committment.
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