Paying It Forward

Paying It Forward

These half days, while meant to allow me more time to do the things I want, are killing me. It’s my own fault – I cram so many things into the extra 4 hours that I’d be less productive if I were working.

Today, for example, I went to the gym as soon as the clock struck noon and stayed there for over an hour. Afterwards, I came home, shoved food in my mouth and cleaned up, and then drove to the volunteer office. I was there from about 2:45 onwards – working on documentation stuff, talking with people, figuring out logistics for some things, making an on-call plan for the evening, and then leading an orientation session. Between the talking with people part of things and the orientation, I had some “downtime” that I used to make about 110 copies of our booklets that we hand out to clients – they’re like rare commodities that mysteriously go missing, so 110 of them should keep us stocked for a week or so. While I was printing the booklets, I wandered downstairs, where I was met with a gosh darn feast (see above).

Yesterday was a luncheon, and all the leftovers were available in the fridge. I was told to help myself, so help myself I did – I grabbed some fried chicken, some green beans almondine, salad, and some salame. I’m such a sucker for dry salame; it’s not even funny. I’d heated up the food at around 5:55, thinking I’d have time to eat before my first orientation attendee arrived, but he arrived early… so he had the [dis]pleasure of watching me pick apart fried chicken with my fingers. Adorable.

Eventually, one other attendee showed, and another was a no-show. The other attendee who showed had a small emergency of her own before she arrived – her roommate had left the lights on in the car, so the battery was dead. She took an Uber to orientation. Want to make me immediately like you? Go out of your way to get to a meeting that I’m leading. Honestly, most people would have just called to cancel, but she took the initiative to do what it took to arrive (and early!) – that type of thing impresses me. 🙂

Anyway, since she took an Uber to the orientation, I offered to drive her home. Way back in February, when I attended my disaster team orientation (the very same that I led tonight), the presenter took pity on my bus-riding ways and drove me past her house to where my car was in Wilkinsburg. Lots of things have changed since then, but I’ve never forgotten how relieved I was when she insisted that she drive me instead of letting me walk and stand in below-freezing temps while it was snowing. So tonight, I had the opportunity to pay it forward with a new trainee. The circle is complete… at least for tonight. I say that because tomorrow, after much protesting and insisting it’s too much of a bother, a different volunteer is picking me up at my work holiday party and taking me to the volunteer holiday party – even though stopping downtown at 6pm is going to be a nightmare for her. As our program specialist said when she heard me arguing against it, “Linds, wouldn’t you do the same thing if the situation were reversed?” And of course I would; they all know me so well… so I stopped putting up a fight and I’ve accepted that I’ll be picked up tomorrow. In reality, once I’m good and toasted at the work party, I know I’ll greatly appreciate having a ride handy. 😉

Time to finish eating dinner since I never got to finish my buffet spread!


About Lindsay

I'm a Burgher who loves trying new foods and activities. I also seem to love getting myself into trouble. Basically, I'm a trainwreck waiting to happen. :)
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