Sorry about the lack of posts, even though I’ve said that this blog is would have far less content than my twitter feed. A lot of things have happened recently in which I should be explaining myself, so I’d rather do it now to the masses.

I’ve recently ended my inschool affiliation with a certain major organization. Anyone who knows me well will know of the massive amounts of volunteer work I tend to get myself into. I think it’s fun and it’s nice to be able to help out others and give back to the community. So when an email came my way about the chance to become an “ambassador” for a certain major Canadian charity (which shall not be named, because they are amazing), I took the chance and went out downtown to Vancouver for the training session.  

I ended up going to the training TWICE and you people will be first to know that I was very much disappointed by this training. It COULD be because I’ve been to training camps and conferences with a couple organizations already, but I found that most of it was either giving us a presentation “assignment” or giving us the same information you could find on the press section of their site. I could’ve spent those 4 hours doing something far more productive.

So anyways, after the training, we were told that they would keep in touch by email.  The week after, I was approached at the bus stop outside of school by an ambassador who was  also at the training, telling me that we were starting up a club for the charity in the school.  Sweet, sure, I’ll be there. 

This is where it goes all downhill. At one of the conferences I attended prior to the charity one, we were taught basic psychological, personality, and leadership profiling. Maybe it’s because of that, but anyways
The group was all asians (surprised? I didn’t think so) and only 3 of us were ambassadors, and I was the only member (at the time the club was formed) who was not in grade 12. So seeing that I still have a couple years to go, that’s fine, I’ll let the 2 grade 12s lead the group.
That was my mistake. I’m sure the alpha male (for storytelling purposes, let’s call him Alfie) is an absolutely splendid person to hang out with and he must be a great outgoing and friendly person. HOWEVER, being all cool amongst your fellow grade 12s does not equate to having a licese to fuck around.
In layman terms, it means that telling the whole group to STFU and acting as if you were officially appointed the supreme commander of all things charity is NOT A SMART THING TO DO. Since September, these guys have baked cookies and barely given a presentation. I’m done with bowing down to all the crap that Alfie decides that we should do. I’m tired of having everyones opinions pushed aside because he’s the omnipotent and omniscient being. The faster he graduates, the faster I get the 2 new ambassadors to  completely rebuild the group from ground up. I know it’s kinda mean, but aftr what he’s done to the group and the rest of us, I’m fine with the results.

So I sent an email to the Tri Cities coordinator for the charity, telling him (in VERy sophisticated english) that Alfie could go fuck himself and that I’d be willing to rejoin the organization after he has successfully done so and contracted HIV and gonorrhea, or he heads off on his new life as a lemon. Which ever comes first. 

I’m sick and tired of having to deal with this kind of people. Autocratic leaders are absolutely wonderful,  if they are both logical and they are used in an emergency situation. Otherwise, their constant control freak mannerisms just piss everyone off. You know what? If you are unhappy with the way that I do it, DO THAT DAMN THING YOURSELF. I can’t read your mind and I don’t want to be randomly baking cookies after 3 MONTHES as the first fricken thing we do because your obsessive compulsive ass is unable to process that we have actually had 14 useless meetings before deciding to bake cookies and not publicize that we are doing such a fundraiser.

World Vision fundraiser last year was great for both the organization and it was a great experience for all the volunteers. Wonder why that is, don’t you?.