I went and met my mentee today

I went and met my mentee today. After almost two months following my training and orientation, they finally matched me up with a kid.

I called my father to tell him about it, and also see if his memory could be jogged into realization that today is also my 33rd birthday. He sounded rather bored and disinterested that I’d had such a positive initial experience. You could almost hear his critical faculties grinding behind the silence of his tight lips—his natural tendency to let me know every single thing that could go wrong with me doing anything new at all. With my mother’s paranoia over befriending anyone who didn’t think exactly like she did, and my father’s tendency to overanalyze and overanticipate every last little thing that could go wrong with any given situation, it’s a wonder I’ve inherited any ability to get my ass out of bed at all in the morning without completely believing the world is going to destroy me.

But, it was a positive experience. I wasn’t held up at knifepoint, nobody jacked my car, the ladies in the principal’s office didn’t try to find something wrong with me. The kid was polite and respectful, and didn’t seem to be like all the kids I remember from that age, myself included—just all-around messes and mouthy little shits.

G from C was there. I redevelop an intense crush on her every time I see her. I hopefully will be seeing her again on Friday, when U has to present our dog and pony show to the non-profit partners who’ve agreed to participate in it. From day one, the whole thing has seemed like a giant clusterf, with U basically cooking up something to bring in cash since their new funding model has totally alienated us from 75% of the community. Instead of sticking with our guns, and trying to figure out how to build a marketable vehicle around the new programs we’re funding, we’ve pretty much spent the past year or so grasping at straws—throwing up anything that we think might get someone to give us money, whether it’s the Hurricane, or the holidays, or these new “products” we’re trying to push—where we carve out of thin air a new brand and beg the non-profits in the community to let us piggyback off of their success and promote some of it as our own.

Since we have literally no budget whatsoever for Marketing, other than the salaries of the three people who didn’t get fired, most of the Marketing collateral ends up being new microsites that fundraising will refer existing corporate partners to.

It means that I have a lot of job security in the tough economy—as long as there is a U that wants to do more than just “ra-ra” fundraising, I have a job. However, it hasn’t really given me a whole lot of faith that they know what they’re doing, among a zillion other things that have happened since I started there. But after all the shit that happened with me actually caring about the business health of MCE, I try really hard to stay out of it unless people are just making completely inane decisions that affect e-Marketing.

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