I spent my evening volunteering at an event for the New York Philharmonic. That’s right; I stood outside in the hot and humid New Jersey weather, trying to convince patrons—85% of whom were over the age of 60—to write down their name, address, phone number and email address on a card so that they may have a chance at winning free tickets. (The addresses are culled into a database for marketing as well, of course.)
We had a successful night, and my rewards were listening to great live music performed by a number of the best musicians alive in the world and spending time with interesting, bright people. That seems fair.
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