I found something interesting the other day, top dog at a museum somewhere in the USA. Sounded great, I’m perfect for it. But there are several issues.
First, it pays half of what any top non-profit position paid 30 years ago. They want the applicant to have personally raised millions of dollars and go it alone without a board or staff assistance. Their program must be in the dark depths because their paid attendance is abysmal.
So, I didn’t apply to the position. Instead I checked out their website and e-mailed the chairman of the board and offered some free advice from a professional.
Also, I talked to my father, who has headed several non-profit organizations, and is running one now even though he turns 80 in a couple of weeks. He says job sounds great, money is off and they need serious help before embarking on a capital campaign to raise mega-bucks.
Of course the Chairman never got back to me. That tells me about the seriousness of the Board of Trustees. So now they can go back to their bake sales and continue to drain the coffers while offering little to their patrons and visitors.
As for me, age has done nothing good for my figure, but my aptitude for figures, attention to people and situations and what works has been honed. I believe it’s called wisdom. See, I could’ve gotten this job and tried to sow the field and grow the crops but without willing participants even if I dragged it along and it succeeded despite them I’d have failed.
Now I’ve saved all that time and effort! Wow! That’s great. It’s pizza night, and I’m trying a new one with prosciutto and arugula. Had to buy overproofed dough from Whole Foods because I didn’t have time for dough to rise. The guy was shocked that I make dough every week. I asked if I could join him or his colleagues to make dough one day. What I’d really like to do is be in the butcher’s section behind the scenes. That’s strange because my husband’s parents met very young and were working at a grocery, his dad as a butcher and mom as a wrapper.
Now history is repeating itself. That’s what’s happening here today, folks. Go back to your own life now. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 