Must... write… first… before opening inbox… but its power is too strong for my mere mortal mind… must check email immediately… no. No.
Shake it off. It will be there in fifteen minutes.
And so begins day four of my life as Executive Director. Had a recent graduate from the University contact me out of the blue yesterday to offer her volunteer services. She is interested in the intersection between policy and the environment and has some time on her hands while she studies for the exam to get into law school. Could she do some sort of project or just general office tasks for us while she takes the next few months to study for the exam, she wondered?
Um, yes.
That was the bright spot of the day. Not so bright spot- talking to a fundraising consultant who confirmed my fear- our fundraising options are pretty limited. Few people are really going to “get” what we do, and fewer people are going to have the capacity to fund it, especially in these tight times. Forget about sending direct mail as a revenue stream, it won’t work for us she explained. But maybe a major donor program would work, she went on to say. Great idea! Now where are those major donors?
Went to a Pilates class last night. Meh. Most likely I wasn’t doing the moves right, because I didn’t feel much except a growing anxiety that I wasn’t getting a good enough workout in my limited workout time. Went home and had chocolate covered pretzels. Now that that is written down, it seems much worse than the way it felt last night. Huh.
Alright, I am plunging into work now and I will tackle my inbox and show it who’s boss.
Onward and upward.
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