I make a crap chairman. I even took my gavel to a meeting, but it seemed rude to use it. Very bossy, banging a gavel.
Do you know, sometimes I really feel I’ll be glad when I can quit. I devised a five-year plan to come off all committees. Within a few weeks, I had agreed to join another one as the secretary was moving away from the area and they really needed someone at once.
This happened five years ago last June. Last July, I left one committee. I still have a five year plan.
I suppose it would be useful to have a proper job at which I was visibly busy every day, so that people wouldn’t think I have plenty of time to spare. I know I appear capable, confident, articulate, but not domineering. I explain that I am also lazy, disorganised and casual, although efficient. This is absolutely true, but saying so is sometimes mistaken for modesty.
I will feel less grumpy in the morning.
But I will still rather want to quit.