Because Sylvia is calling. Again. Sylvia is a Market Day volunteer who has dedicated her life to the position. She may as well have dedicated her life to making me miserable because the result is the same. Forced to think about the issue, my goals are for the school to get their money (not that they deserve it the way they treat the volunteers, JANITOR TED), and I make the customers as happy as I can even if I have to deliver orders, get stuff from other sales, or anything humanly possible.

Not Sylvia. Sylvia has looked up old volunteer job descriptions and is determined to dot all the Is and cross all the Ts. Actually capital Ts don't need to be crossed---but knowing Sylvia, she'd do it anyway. I am sort of a regional coordinator for three schools. When I was in Sylvia's position, I used to have to type all the names of the people ordering that month, their phone number, and the quantiity of items ordered. I'd never make anybody do this because I have no use for it; I have the info on the forms, which are delivered to me. Sylvia not only copies the names, but she's even found that the sheet has a name; it is a "transfer sheet'. Who knew? The FBI should handle chain of evidence so diligently.

I am supposed to keep a list of volunteers that arrive at each sale. I don't. I just ask people to come out and help if they can when I do the flier. Sylvia informs me that the "PFE (like PTA)  President wants the information". In my opinion, all the PFE needs to know is if we had enough volunteers; I always estimate the number. I hate having rules just for the sake of rules. One day I am going to break it to Sylvia. The PFE President (trumpet fanfare) does not actual have any legal powers over her.

:Sylvia must go behind me every step of the way and question everything I do, pointing out, "official policy" when she can. If  I want to say "black', Sylvia would insist that we say "Ebony". For no reason. What my husband states was obvious. In front of a bunch of volunteers once, she asked me how I got the 'job'. They all gaped. Turns out she really did know that I didn't get paid. To answer her question, I told her that I was unable to say, "No" when the last coordinator asked me.  At the beginning of school, Sylvia decided to set up a booth for her at open house. I got her supplies and the rep delivered some samples. The principal did not allow her to distribute the samples because there would not be enough for everyone. He's been hanging around kindergartners too long and forgot that adults would not cry. Screw that! That's the last thing I'll do for them.

Tell Sylvia that if she wants the 'job' so bad, she can have it. Conveniently (for Sylvia) she can't. She's not online! No, she does not work.

She will call me up every day and discuss Mkt Day for an hour. The volunteer jobs were never meant to be full time. We are lucky in this district; we do not have to squeeze every nickel out of the parents. I couldn't do that anyway; guilty conscience. It's just a side fundraiser that kind of runs itself. Second, with the way the school has treated us on top of their refusal to loan me a math book for my daughter/tutor over the summer even though I was willing to write a deposit check for the full amount....let's just say that I still buy Mkt Day, but not from a site that would benefit that school.

And Sylvia continues to call.