So far i've been for an interview and found out that i've been accepted to volunteer at the London 2012 Olympic Games. I know I'm working with the Events team and I know that my venue is the Main Olympic Stadium. So far I know very little else. The people I met at the interview were fantastic and I can't wait to attend a training day to get to know the team I'll be working with.
Volunteering has always been one of my passions, from cutting down trees on a local conservation project to being a cub scout leader, it all makes me feel happy. At work you do it because you have to, to earn money, a living. I'm lucky in that I love my job but with volunteering its a totally different animal. Everyone wants to be there, if they didn't want to be they would be off doing something else, its that being part of such an enthusiastic and willing team that really makes it for me.
A volunteering memory that isn't exciting or significant but has stuck with me was when I used to help out at a care home for the elderly. I could only have been 15 at the time and I used to run the tuck shop and the library trolley. In one of the rooms was an elderly lady who always used to wear her wig on backwards and attempt to trick me into selling her chocolates. She was diabetic you see, she knew full well i'd been told not to sell her anything edible but each week it turned into a battle of wits, her making up stories of visiting relatives and me trying to work out why her fringe was on the back of her head. Its only a small memory but Its one that has stayed with me.