if only I could switch the two

The other day my boss (whom I love) and his boss (whom I also like very much) asked me if I would like to participate in a Round Table — one of many that are being held this fall. These are open discussions with about 10 employees at a time. Attendees are encouraged to say what is on their minds. A couple of executives from HR will also attend. And we will not be judged. "We want to hear what you have to say."

It speaks well of both my boss and his boss that I am invited, given how vocal I am. And how much they know already of what I think. My boss Marlon often teases me about my complaints. But in the end, I know he respects me and never devalues what I have to say. 

So even though I'm not working on the day the Round Table is being held, I eagerly accept the generous offer to participate and show up.

None of the issues raised are surprises. Nor are the responses. But it does feel good to be heard in an open forum. 

I come home and a host of BAFTA-related emails and phone calls await me. One includes trying to find a date to screen a film and coordinate a Q&A with some major talent. I love that I have real conversations that include the names Meryl and Angelina as if they know me. 

The ridiculousness of my life does not escape me. 

My non-paying volunteer job (as a Board member of BAFTA-NY, and Chair of the Screening Committee) is something I love doing. And now, during screening season, I am very very busy.

Work, too, is very busy as we move into the fall. But most of the issues there are relatively petty, and should be (but mostly aren't) easily resolved.

I wish I could get paid to do what I love, and then volunteer to sell clothes to get the discount and the exercise.