I believe I am done. Volunteering for small film festivals, that is. Last year I volunteered at one that told everyone to come two hours earlier than necessary. When someone from the festival finally showed (two hours later), his only comment was "Yeah, we originally needed everyone at five, but then we figured out that would be too early." I see. But you didn't figure out you should tell any of your volunteers this. Later, after I had been told not to let anyone else in because we were at capacity, I apologized and turned away the next person who showed up. He turned to one of the festival organizers - the one who had told me to turn away people - to complain. The organizer said "Oh, she's just a volunteer. I'm telling you you can go in." Alrighty. So when that festival mass emailed all previous volunteers to ask if we're coming back, I promptly allowed it to go right in my recycle bin. ...
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