I seriously can’t remember how long I’ve served on our HOA board, but I’m ready to tap out. Except somehow I keep getting a two year term. What the? I think our community manager is lying about this. Not on purpose, but she’s probably lost track too. I could quit at any time, but I’d feel bad. #VolunteerProblems
Serving on the HOA board is really not that hard. The last two years I went in thinking I was done. It’s a bad version of Groundhog Day.
To continue my rant complaining, it is like pulling teeth to get people to participate in THEIR community. There are a hundred and forty some odd homes in our neighborhood. We had a whopping total of eleven residents represented. Two by proxy. Six neighbors representing five homes plus four board members plus our community manager plus Allan (the first gentleman of Story Rock) for a grand total of twelve people. I’m no math whiz at two in the morning, but I believe that is definitely less than ten percent and about twenty shy of the number we need for quorum.
The good news I guess is that I won’t be president next year. So while my mic drop wasn’t as epic as President Obama’s, it is at least a transition to a new role and a step closer to retirement.
Back to complaining. When our community documents were written (probably before I’d even reached home owner status), some brilliant mind decreed that our annual meeting be held the first Tuesday in November. Hmmm, that sounds oddly familiar. I feel like we have something going on that day.
Oh yeah, ELECTION DAY. Wonder why we rarely meet quorum? We usually compete with local, state and national elections. Kind of important stuff. This year we finally didn’t have to compete with Election Day. Instead some folks were attending church for All Saint’s Day, while others were attending the church of Game 6. After all, sports is religion to some people. The Cubs won by the way. In case you were busy being involved in your community or anything.
While we’re on the subject of not participating, my final complaint is related to elections, or rather people who tell me they don’t vote. Aside from a flawed system and candidates you aren’t head over heels for, how do people not vote? For me, I’m grateful for the opportunity. Apathy is wack, be a grownup.
Okay, I think my complaint is over. I feel better.