When I was up for volunteering for the PTA at the school, I would have thought that maybe they'd have liked to have somebody who
was experienced with bookkeeping, particularly for charities,
a dab hand with poster, programme, ticket and price list design because I did that sort of thing in my previous job
was a qualified First Aider
had an accountant boss who had already offered his time for free just because I had volunteered (and thought it was a good thing, as he already provided his services for free to two charities and another school),
had experience of hiring and running professional PA (and mates who were up for the donating of equipment),
a partner who would be there anyway as he literally ran the hire company they used at full rates (he'd already said that he'd sort out the charitable donation/sponsorship for the future events) and, moreover, I was perfectly happy to do things like digging, building, gardening (part of my degree), sweeping up and working on stalls.
And I wasn't the sort of dickhead who expects to march in and be crowned Head of the PTA with all bowing at my awesomeness.
Apparently not. On the first thing I volunteered for, I was pointed in the direction of the kitchen and told to get the teas and coffees going, the stuff was in there somewhere. EIGHT HOURS LATER, I saw somebody from the PTA again. I had served hundreds of people on my own all day, not been to the toilet and not seen a single person checking on whether I was OK in there - or even still there in the first place.
And that person chucked a roll of bin bags at me from the door and said 'You've got ten minutes to clean your mess before the caretaker locks up' and walked away. After nine minutes, I came out with the bags and tried to find out where to put them. They fucking blanked me in favour of continuing their conversation about Ballet lessons. So I left the bags in the middle of the playground and walked out.
I didn't volunteer again. Or pass on any of the offers of help/sponsorship/FREE STUFF.
At another job (in a school), I refused point blank to work with the PTA head, as on her first day meeting me, she marched into my office, kicked my bag out of her way and sat in my chair, made comments about how 'these African children and their parents need people to tell them what to do' and then started telling me who had to have front row seats at the event and that my utterly compliant, auditable and efficient computerised payment recording and ticketing set up that I'd built from scratch was too difficult for her to understand and couldn't I just put the money in a drawer and leave it to her to count it out at the end.
Yes, I complained. Oh, how I fucking complained about that appalling woman. Fuck all done except for agreeing that I wasn't ever going to be in the same room as her ever again if they wanted the finances to be done legally. Still nearly ended up in a fist fight at the event because they were trying to take the ticket float by force from a TA volunteer to pay a dad who had 'kindly sold 15 crates of wine to us at a discount' in cash and I said NO.