I've said many times here that I don't like committees.
(Well, who does?)
I had reservations about accepting Big Boss's request that I be on the new store committee three months ago. Sure enough, the first meeting was bad enough I decided to quit.
I talked myself out of it. Maybe I was being too sensitive?
Just because Big Boss makes unilateral declarations, with no discussion, doesn't mean it's going to be a pointless committee, right?
And I'm not going to see BB at his worst and start to dislike him, am I?
Wrong. I am––I have.
I won't go into everything wrong in the third meeting, a few days ago, just that fundraising came up (Nooooooo!), and the Invisible Development Director (hardly anyone has even met her), who gets paid more than the executive director,
. . . and I ended up yelling, What the hell does she DO?
I was told, as if I were a child, that she has raised $50,000 in a year.
Yes, I know that. That's why I was yelling.
I snorted. "Does that even cover her salary?"
Silence. "We have some concerns about that."
But the board just signed her on for another six months.
Hey! I know that one! It's the Sunk Cost cognitive bias, otherwise known as throwing good money after bad.
There's nothing I can do except note it in the minutes: "The emperor has no clothes."
This is the worst committee I have ever been on.
So yesterday I sent Big Boss a friendly email resigning from the committee, just saying I'd help the store most by playing to my strengths: caring for books and customers.
I figured Big Boss still wanted me on the committee--who'd take the minutes if not me? but I also figured he'd see reason.
But, no.
He emailed back that he disagrees, that he believes my discomfort is from God pushing me out of my comfort zone, and it's God's will I stay on the committee.
My discomfort is from GOD?!?!
I'm like, is it even legal to say this BS to me?
Telling someone you know God's will for them, which just happens to coincide with your will for them, is some nasty, creepy mind game.
The more I think about it, the more I feel slimed.
Hm. Maybe I could react like wild & wacky scientist Jillian Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon, below, far right, in Ghostbusters). After all, going into this workplace, I did say I was going to consider it a spiritual laboratory...
Big Boss is on vacation next week, so I can ponder what I'm going to do. Certainly any tiny, lingering doubt about my decision to quit the committee is gone--I'm just not sure how to best convey that.
No. Actually, I am.
I'm not going to discuss it with him. I'm disappointed in him, and I don't trust him anymore.
I'm just going to say, I'm sticking with my decision.
(Well, who does?)
I had reservations about accepting Big Boss's request that I be on the new store committee three months ago. Sure enough, the first meeting was bad enough I decided to quit.
I talked myself out of it. Maybe I was being too sensitive?
Just because Big Boss makes unilateral declarations, with no discussion, doesn't mean it's going to be a pointless committee, right?
And I'm not going to see BB at his worst and start to dislike him, am I?
Wrong. I am––I have.
I won't go into everything wrong in the third meeting, a few days ago, just that fundraising came up (Nooooooo!), and the Invisible Development Director (hardly anyone has even met her), who gets paid more than the executive director,
. . . and I ended up yelling, What the hell does she DO?
I was told, as if I were a child, that she has raised $50,000 in a year.
Yes, I know that. That's why I was yelling.
I snorted. "Does that even cover her salary?"
Silence. "We have some concerns about that."
But the board just signed her on for another six months.
Hey! I know that one! It's the Sunk Cost cognitive bias, otherwise known as throwing good money after bad.
There's nothing I can do except note it in the minutes: "The emperor has no clothes."
This is the worst committee I have ever been on.
So yesterday I sent Big Boss a friendly email resigning from the committee, just saying I'd help the store most by playing to my strengths: caring for books and customers.
I figured Big Boss still wanted me on the committee--who'd take the minutes if not me? but I also figured he'd see reason.
But, no.
He emailed back that he disagrees, that he believes my discomfort is from God pushing me out of my comfort zone, and it's God's will I stay on the committee.
My discomfort is from GOD?!?!
I'm like, is it even legal to say this BS to me?
Telling someone you know God's will for them, which just happens to coincide with your will for them, is some nasty, creepy mind game.
The more I think about it, the more I feel slimed.
Hm. Maybe I could react like wild & wacky scientist Jillian Holtzmann (Kate McKinnon, below, far right, in Ghostbusters). After all, going into this workplace, I did say I was going to consider it a spiritual laboratory...
No. Actually, I am.
I'm not going to discuss it with him. I'm disappointed in him, and I don't trust him anymore.
I'm just going to say, I'm sticking with my decision.
