20/20

Hello there blog, it’s been a while since I’ve entered a sarcastic, asshole writing, so sit back and enjoy… Also, please review my disclaimer. I am currently in the Peace Corps In Service Training, exhausted from 2months of restless sleep and bored to tears. I highly respect most of the speakers, but when the content is plan B to pounding my head against the wall (which I actually did during group presentations). Tony Robbins couldn’t make it good. The workshop maybe improving as we’ve now moved on to creating a “Vision Statement,” but I took a grad class that covered the issue. Also, I find the vision statement to just be the little glow stick on the hill that inspires workers who lack the capacity for intelligence and still won’t, but it gives them something to do. The Vision Statement, a smidge of opium for the organization’s masses. They’re the same lemmings subscribing to “Anything is possible, if you try” and get sucked in by infomercials resulting in a BowFlex sitting in the garage as a failed piece of modern art spruced with dust and coat hangers. Equal value as a bubble machine to a 4year old. Yes, I love the Vision Statement. At least the Mission should broadly define the organization, but I was just side-swiped for saying a broad Mission Statement can be a benefit when in desperate need for funding because it doesn’t overly restrict grant outlets, allowing the NGO to control what information the funders receive and new organization should stay broad because it’s still attempting to hash out it’s purpose. Of course I’m sure I have no idea what I’m talking about and should just keep my mouth shut, which I just did as it was stated that all organizational goals should be measurable. I really wanted to whip out Clinton’s plan of the 1990s with indicators and outcomes and how it manipulated government and the 3rd Sector’s direction forever, but then my snobbish side would be emerging. Redundancy is the key to memorization…unfortunately, it’s also the catalyst for the eager find of roof access to a tall nearby building. This morning we took a good 30minutes discussing punishments for tardiness to sessions and who should judge excuses. We still haven’t one session start on time. Thanks to the numerous breaks for gluttonous foods in a country starving, I realized the best way to get people laughing is to walk up to them and say, “What an exhilarating workshop.” It’s bound to get some laughs and eye rolls. At some point in the sessions, I can estimate half are doodling, a quarter is spaced out, and maybe a quarter is intrigued. Now I say all this, but the workshops have been deemed necessary based on past PCV groups, the content mandatory, and I’m sure it has helped some volunteers. Thus, I’m glad they have them. I just wish I could stay in my room.