At a minimum, Posh Corps volunteers are housed in homes or apartments blessed with modern conveniences such as electricity and indoor plumbing (think running water and toilets). They live in towns with grocery stores, cafés, and restaurants. They not only have kitchens, but the kitchens come with refrigerators, stoves, and ovens. Most have hot water heaters. Many have televisions hooked up to cable, and most have internet not only at their worksites but in their homes. The truly lucky ones even have washing machines and dish washers.
At our close of service conference, we all drew questions out of a hat. They were questions we were likely to be asked at some point by people in the USA when we returned home. We formed a large circle and a volunteer started by reading her question, which another volunteer of her choosing had to answer. We went around the circle until every volunteer had asked and answered a question. The question that I was asked was something like, "You served in Eastern Europe in a country that’s part of the European Union? That must have been real difficult (sarcasm)." At the time, I responded with an answer in line with the question, saying something along the lines of, "Yep. They don’t call it the Posh Corps for nothing." My response drew a smattering of boos and hisses from my colleagues and rightfully so.
No question. The volunteers serving in Third World countries face different challenges than we face. But, having talked at length with our former country director and our current assistant country directors, all of whom are former Peace Corps volunteers, as well as some other volunteers who have served in less developed countries, the primary challenges we face as volunteers – corruption, apathy, indifference, malaise, hostility, jealousy, mistrust – vary little from country to country. The work volunteers in less developed countries do might fall lower on Maslow's pyramid, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's more difficult.
Some will undoubtedly disagree and cling to the perceived distinction between real Peace Corps service and Posh Corps service. But how does one make such a distinction? Let's start with a list of ten. Without putting too much thought into it, here are ten things (all of which I've experienced during my service) that make one a Posh Corps volunteer:
10. You know you're in the Posh Corps when you heat your kitchen by opening your refrigerator.
9. You know you're in the Posh Corps when liquids, if left out of your refrigerator in your kitchen, freeze overnight.
8. You know you're in the Posh Corps when frozen locks prevent you from leaving your home, and, at other times, frozen locks prevent you from entering your home.
7. You know you're in the Posh Corps when frozen pipes prevent you from bathing for more than a week.
6. You know you're in the Posh Corps when you stop doing laundry, not only because you don't have water due to frozen pipes, but because even if you did have water you'd have no means by which to dry your clothes.
6. You know you're in the Posh Corps when you stop doing laundry, not only because you don't have water due to frozen pipes, but because even if you did have water you'd have no means by which to dry your clothes.
5. You know you're in the Posh Corps when your tile floor resembles a skating rink and you have no idea what's happening outside because two inches of frost have formed on the inside of all your windows.
4. You know you're in the Posh Corps when you teach less than five days in an entire month due to mandatory school closings ordered first as a result of an influenza epidemic and then as a result of temperatures well in excess of -20° Celsius.
3. You know you're in the Posh Corp when "breaking the seal" means peeing on and breaking up the ice that forms in your toilet bowl overnight.
2. You know you're in the Posh Corps when you sleep in long underwear, sweats, insulated socks, and a stocking cap in a sleeping bag under several wool blankets and you still wake up chilled and shivering because you're so cold.
All things considered, we live very well here. Lots of people, here and elsewhere, have it much rougher than we do. In that respect, our lives are "posh." But people who haven't served here and walked a mile in our shoes (at times through more than two feet of snow) are in no position to judge. The perception of the Posh Corp is far different from reality and is, quite simply, a load of bunk.
Winter was a bitch. Here's hoping Baba Marta is nicer. Честита Баба Марта!
The view from the inside looking out.
The way things have looked outside (even after a fair amount of snow melt).








