I’m on a committee at work – in charge of it, in fact. Didn’t intend to be – I was perfectly fine with being the vice-chair. Which, roughly translated, means a nice title and no actual work. Other than running the yearly election and I was doing most of that anyway. Anything to avoid taking minutes. Ugh.
But then the chair suddenly resigned and I took over as Acting Chair – or so I tried to convince people.
And when the elections came back around for officers, I couldn’t manage to step all the way down and ended up as co-chair.
Ended up being kind of okay with that, somehow. I think I’m doing an okay job with running the meetings and keeping things on track – but still looking forward to gracefully setting the role aside.
And even more so now.
One of the sub-committees has gone off the rails on a project and is trying to push it forward – without getting the rest of the committee to agree to it. There were some ugly emails and an even uglier meeting – over what should have been a really positive project.
Heavy hangs the head, as they say, that wears the crown.
Most annoyingly is that we could just… stop, and very little would change. We’ve got little authority and even less influence. We do some good work, but it’s pretty small in the grand scheme of things.
On Thursday, we’ve got a meeting with the new president and somehow, we’ve got to have a united voice.
I think I have my work cut out for me.