[meme] day two of filing proceeds as expected
1. I love being part of the inner-workings of nonprofits. They're just so fascinating, that combination of altruism and selfishness, caring and depersonalization, the things you want to do brought up short by the things you must. There's something immensely satisfying in seeing the sin-cracks in the saintly plaster. (Though if you don't like gossip, they are not the place for you. Forget lesbian separatist communes: if you want women in your life, to be totally surrounded by them, go into the nonprofit sector! Nary a man you will see, except for when the Big Bosses (the Board, dun dun dun) meet.)
I think I've mentioned before how depersonalized human services get - out of necessity; like doctors, charity-workers think of their "clients" as numbers or moments in time, no sort of grand continuum - but even so, you'd be surprised how much humanity that can be found there. People smile, laugh, make mistakes, make jokes, chat, cry, rage. Even a list of names in a file registry evokes. Hours of re-filing and crouching in crowded hallways is, I think, no one's idea of a good time, least of not mine, but I feel a bit better for a world that apparently contains a Ms. Little John, a Mr. Outlaw, a Yohn, an Orf, an Ogle, an Ours, a Pearline, a Moneymaker, a Muddiman, and as the topper on the proverbial cake, a Billy Justice (who I actually met) and Mr. McFail.
2. Of note: this is hardly a guarantee I'll write anything, because I think it'll be a miracle if I finish everything I'm supposed to within the alloted time. However - you never know. So prompt away! If nothing else, I will be happy to shriek, squeal, and discuss your prompt.
The "You Should Write..." Meme!
I think I've mentioned before how depersonalized human services get - out of necessity; like doctors, charity-workers think of their "clients" as numbers or moments in time, no sort of grand continuum - but even so, you'd be surprised how much humanity that can be found there. People smile, laugh, make mistakes, make jokes, chat, cry, rage. Even a list of names in a file registry evokes. Hours of re-filing and crouching in crowded hallways is, I think, no one's idea of a good time, least of not mine, but I feel a bit better for a world that apparently contains a Ms. Little John, a Mr. Outlaw, a Yohn, an Orf, an Ogle, an Ours, a Pearline, a Moneymaker, a Muddiman, and as the topper on the proverbial cake, a Billy Justice (who I actually met) and Mr. McFail.
2. Of note: this is hardly a guarantee I'll write anything, because I think it'll be a miracle if I finish everything I'm supposed to within the alloted time. However - you never know. So prompt away! If nothing else, I will be happy to shriek, squeal, and discuss your prompt.
The "You Should Write..." Meme!