On dry land being a pushover is not always such fun. I know this because I'm just a girl who can't say no. Actually that's not true. Just ask my husband. I say no all the time. (Naturally I am referring to requests for extra pocket money. If you were thinking of something else, shame on you. Get your mind out of the gutter). Now as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself. I find it hard to say no. Sure I'd like to coordinate that subject, be on that committee, supervise that student.
The thing is that I believe strongly in Karma. What goes around comes around. Do the right thing by others and they will do the right thing by you. There are some people who will always disappoint you. Most don't. And when push comes to shove, as it did at South Bank today, I'd rather be a a bit of an easy target than a constant obstruction. But please don't tell my husband.