On Saturday, Patricia and I went to her boss' home in an obscure part of the HRM, there to pick up a free Christmas tree. Nancy was kind enough to offer her staff free Christmas trees. Very nice of her.
What a lovely home they have! I am the son of a carpenter. My dad specialized in wood working. To this day, I marvel at well-done wood working. I love the smell. I love the texture. I love everything about, good quality wood working. Well, imagine a whole house full of this stuff. Cabinets and closets nooks and crannies all made of wood, and mostly done by Nancy's husband.
After we left there, we grabbed a quick bite before I dropped Patricia off here, and I high tailed it my second 2007 shift at Operation Red Nose. I got there around 6:30 to help Corinne set up, and remained there until about 2:45 this morning. I could have stayed longer, perhaps should have, but it is a 30 minute drive from ORN headquarters to my home. As hopped up as I was on coffee and redbull, I knew I'd be pretty tired at some point, and didn't want that point be on my way home.
The ORN shift was uneventful except for a couple of calls. One guy asked us to pick him up a local bar, which is fine. When the ORN volunteers showed up in their red vests, they were told by this jive turkey that his car had run out of gas, but could they drive him home after all? "No", they said. We don't run a taxi service.
The other call came from another jive turkey who wanted us to drive him from downtown Halifax all the friggin' way to Lawrencetown. That is a considerable drive. We do not ask the volunteers to drive a client that far. It ties up a team for far too long. Yet, this j.t. insisted that he'd spoken with an ORN volunteer at 9:30 and that that person had said that we did service that area.
We absolutely didn't say that to anyone last night. He was pretty pissed as he was, well, pissed and expecting us to drive him all that way home. We were diplomatic, but wished him luck and a pleasant tomorrow.
I am glad to be a part of Operation Rednose. But there is a danger that people may begin to take us for granted, expecting things from us that no unpaid person would be or should be willing to do. To expect us to do it anyway is inappropriate at best and presumptuous at worst. We're all tired after a shift, sometimes dog tired; and to have some person expect us to do things that are beyond a reasonable request discourages us from volunteering in the first place.
Got home around 3:30 this morning. Slept until 7:30 when my father decided it would be funny to call and say hello. He won't do that again.
Felt sluggish most of the day. Fell asleep on my recliner late this afternoon, and blogged for the last hour or so to prove I could do something constructive.
Big ass storm today. Same one that's been lashing the mid west and places like Ontario and Quebec. We'll see if work still happens tomorrow. No way will I drive in this. If the buses are pulled off the road, I'll try to work from home. I can remotely connect to my work computer from home, anyway, so it shouldn't be a big deal.