I’ve been working in the realm of the not for profit for going onto 20 fucking years. Count ’em, almost 20 with folks who alledgedly work for lofty goals like curing shit and saving people.

Whatever.

When you work in the trenches of the finest of the fine of the goodest of the good of the givenest of the givers, you learn some shit about human nature. Mainly, people suck.

Everyone is motivated by selfish self-interest at some level. The good, kind folks have enough self-reflection to say “Yeah, shit, you got me. It’s all about me.” The dickwads try to convince you they’re looking out for everyone else. Um, hey, smart, helpful people, guess what? I’m bright enough to know when smoke is being blown up my ass.

On the plus side, and reflective of my own self-love, I’ll be rocking a rockstar suite and some comp’ed beverages, as I am the one making all the phone calls and working out the nitty gritty minutia for a company thingamabob meant to build team and whatnot. Call me Mariah Carey; I need bendy straws for my wine.

There will be no “Kumbaya” under my watch, but I will have highspeed Internet.