The Volunteer
Thursday, February 16th, 2012
I was helping out at the community center last week when this woman who used to work for Wildkin walked through the doors. She said that she wanted to volunteer her services because she’d been working incredible amount of hours and felt like she needed to start taking it a little bit easier. She said that she’d been having chest pains and that last week when she was wrapping up some special needs toys, said that she felt like she was going to faint. Ultimately it was determined that she was having panic attacks, which can be really scary.
I had this once before when I was working for an investment bank that I eventually got fired from. I just couldn’t deal with the stress and having to sit all day trapped in an office, which was quite a disturbing feeling. Every day I’d come home and see my son’s Flying Turtle riding toy and just wish that I didn’t have any responsibilities. I think that’s the one thing about being adult that is a total drag. You can finally do everything that you want to do, except for when all of the little responsibilities come into play. By the end of the day we’d gotten to know each other pretty well, so we decided to go to lunch together.





