I hate selling. I went to college to be a writer, ended up a TV reporter/producer/director/editor. And then I became a teacher. Nowhere did I have any desire to become an accountant or work in sales. In fact, I despise anything to do with selling stuff.
The way I figure it, if you want something, you will buy it. If you don’t, you won’t. I hate all the garbage about advertising appeals and pitches, etc. I hate collecting, counting and accounting for money even more.
It is a necessary evil when it comes to yearbooks. Today, I turned in yearbook sales money. The amount of paperwork involved to account for each sale is amazing. In addition, we keep a database in a secure online server as well. The total work of making one payment for a yearbook is easily five minutes of data entry, printing, filing and accounting.
I don’t even want to talk about selling yearbook ads.
Yesterday, we had a meeting to discuss our budget process over the last year or two. The meeting was a shocker. I can’t really tell more, but I’m still in shock. That’s why I didn’t write a post yesterday. Needless to say, it didn’t make my ulcer any happier.
I hate fundraisers. Almost as much as I hate posts that delete themselves and have to be retyped.
Fundraisers are education’s way of telling us just how much schools are not funded to the proper levels. We basically have to sell our souls, and in this case some t-shirts, in order to purchase things we really need. I’m not talking about frills. Other kids raise money to go to Disney World or New Orleans. We raise money to go to yearbook workshops. Basically, yearbook kids volunteer for extra school during the summer – on their own dime. Who else does this? This is not cheer camp or band camp – it is serious, go to class, do homework camp.
And no fundraiser ever goes off without problems. This time it was names on the back of the shirts – I really mean – no names. So that mean a refund to at least 30 people. The paperwork for a $4 refund – joy!