Today I drove my dad to work so I could have the car, and then I went to the local Homeless Coalition to volunteer. For three hours, I sat in a cubicle and alphabetized papers. The first two hours were fun. My self-esteem wound kicked in and I made a determination “to be the best volunteer filer ever!” – but the third hour was hellish. I haven’t worked in a cubicle farm in over a decade. (Hello, anonheifer!) My butt hurt from sitting, my back and neck from being bent over the desk, my ankles hurt, too. How uncomfortable it is to work in a modern office. I was SO happy that I wasn’t being paid to stay there until 5pm. I volunteered from 9 to noon, and then took off! LOL
I have been unemployed for so long that I forgot what it was like to be trapped at work all day. Even when I had a job, I had the freedom (and responsibility) to go outside several times a day. The six years that I worked as a Funeral Director, I spent the bulk of my day in the cemetery. I loved sitting alone under a tree and eating my lunch. I had the cutest lunchbox – purple with Ricky Martin on it. But I digress.
It felt good to do some labor for a change. I felt useful and talented. I also did something very mature. The Homeless Coalition office is staffed with 23 year old women who are so enthusiastic and vivacious. My volunteer coordinator actually believes that she can personally end homeless any day now. Okay. I kept my mouth completely shut and silently appreciated her idealism. May she be blessed in the work of her hands. Oh to be young and clueless…
Anyhow, I am proud of myself for volunteering today and I am going back next week.