I was certain that I had been doing a good job these last almost 14 years of adulthood presenting myself as moderately incapable, but I somehow ended up with a handful of volunteer jobs with words like "manager" and "leader" and "adviser" in the title. It's either my undeniable aura of sharp intelligence and inborn leadership presence, or I'm the only one without a paying day job and I can't come up with a good excuse to say no.
Troop Cookie Manager. I want a badge. And to un-do all the cookie eating that's been done this last week. Bleh.
