An Exercise in Futility
So I’ve been helping my intern director, Katie, with this blood drive thing she organizes for the church about four times a year. And I’ve spent a lot of time on it, you know? I organized things in new, repeatable ways that make things better. I’ve created a lot of things that can be used again next time, too. Re-usable resources to make things more efficient every time this is done. I’ve created flyers for it, I’ve written blurbs on it for the church bulletain, I’ve put together packets with the sign-up sheets, flyers, FAQ sheets, and directions on how to help people sign up for the people who man the “Next Step” info tables at each location of the church– packets which I idiot proofed to the point where a ten-year-old could have carried out the instructions successfully. Today I discovered that not only did only three out of the six packets successfully make it back from their respective locations (despite the fact that the last of only four steps was to put the packet back in the tub at the end of the last service so it would go back to the office!!!), but that one of the three that did make it back, clearly had not even been opened.
I feel useless, pointless, futile and vain. And naive to even think that people would do something an intern wanted them to do…even though none of them knew that was ‘just’ and intern.
I am a people person, but I tell you there are days when I can’t stand people. Positively loathe them. This is one of those days. I think I need some time off.
That said, I know I’ll feel better and like people again tomorrow. But for now, grrr.

July 29th, 2004 at 10:01 am
i hear ya sista…power to the interns!! i wonder what kerry/edwards would have to say about this. i bet kerry will address this travesty in his speech at the democratic national convention!
July 29th, 2004 at 10:02 am
i’m sorry….did i say something…i’m too tired to remember.