J Bryson
Well-Known Member
It's a horrible affliction. I first noticed it in college, which was the first time that I bothered to pay attention in class. My professors would ask a question. I'd raise my hand and respond. After a while this got to be embarrassing, so I stopped doing it as much. The problem was that nobody else would raise their hand, and I couldn't handle the tension in the room as the professor looked around helplessly. Eventually it would shoot up again, as if of its own accord.
Now it's gotten silly. This has caused me to volunteer for the following: Nomination to the Church Board of Trustees (I won), greeting, ushering, homeless feeding, kitchen duty, cleanup duty, research of local businesses to promote our chapel for weddings, and liaison to city hall for an upcoming march we're planning. At the board meeting last night, it came up that they needed someone to run the soundboard at the church for a couple of weeks so that the usual guy can go on vacation. I have no clue how to do such a thing. Great, my first opportunity to NOT volunteer, right?
The problem is that the call had been out for a replacement for a week, and no one had stepped up to the plate. The issue was discussed around the table, with no resolution. I could feel the itch. My arm was twitching. Despite noble efforts on my part to restrain myself, my hand flew up in the air once again.
"Can you teach me to run the thing so that I don't burn the place down?" I sighed.
What is WRONG with me?
Now it's gotten silly. This has caused me to volunteer for the following: Nomination to the Church Board of Trustees (I won), greeting, ushering, homeless feeding, kitchen duty, cleanup duty, research of local businesses to promote our chapel for weddings, and liaison to city hall for an upcoming march we're planning. At the board meeting last night, it came up that they needed someone to run the soundboard at the church for a couple of weeks so that the usual guy can go on vacation. I have no clue how to do such a thing. Great, my first opportunity to NOT volunteer, right?
The problem is that the call had been out for a replacement for a week, and no one had stepped up to the plate. The issue was discussed around the table, with no resolution. I could feel the itch. My arm was twitching. Despite noble efforts on my part to restrain myself, my hand flew up in the air once again.
"Can you teach me to run the thing so that I don't burn the place down?" I sighed.
What is WRONG with me?