Bailing Out

And then the call comes in. I had pencilled in for next week—although actually pencilling something in does nothing to aid the razor sharpened memory—a day to make a call notifying my available times to help the little people out. Not for the vertically denied of the area, but the ones who are low on the income scale—and as I was told, intellectual confidence. Seems as though the centre has already had two volunteers pull out and they were desperate to ease the load on the lone girl still there.

They leave a lot to the volunteers: call up to chase down bookings, be there for the bookings, sign declarations for the police, be nice to the people, pay attention to details. Heady stuff for someone who mainly deals in things esoteric and imaginary. I'm not even sure that there are going to be any clients. For their sake, I hope they don't get me this week, I was planning to actually read the material and books so as to really understand how to fill in the back of the forms for starters. Big circles all over the back of the forms I got back. Not a real confidence booster at all.

Froggy are trying to screw me over. I'll be holding out on the bill to see if they go under any time soon.

Soon Van

Thursday, 9 August 2001 - 08:12

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