OnTheBrink Posted July 14, 2008 Share Posted July 14, 2008 To say it's been stressful is an understatement. Let me preface this saga by saying I'm the president of our deaconess board, which means that I schedule the specific committees and oversee a lot of stuff. Oh, and I fill in when other deaconesses can't be at their assigned duty. It all started a week ago, on Wednesday. It was announced that one of our members had her baby. We have a deaconess committee that schedules meals to be delivered to the new mom. I noticed one of the deaconesses on that committee was there for the announcement, so I figured the meals were covered. The gals on this committee are great about keeping on top of this, so I was not concerned. Well, on Friday, I got a call from the mother of the new mom asking why no one had contacted her for meals. I called the committee chair and asked her who was up for that for this particular mom and she said she wasn't positive, but would arrange the meals herself, no biggie. I called the grandma back, told her who was making the arrangements and figured all was well. I was, however, a bit annoyed that the ball had been dropped and that the gal who heard the announcement didn't take the initiative to get this going. But, all was taken care of, no big deal. Sunday morning (communion Sunday) I got a call from one of the elders at 8:15 am, asking me why there were no communion trays set up. I about blew a gasket. I knew that this was the month the same deaconess who didn't get meals arranged for the new mom was supposed to get communion done. I called and left her a direct and (to be honest) not as seasoned with grace as I'd have liked message on what ended up being her husband's cell phone. I grabbed dd and dashed to church to get communion set up. I arrived at church (thankfully, I only live 5 minutes away) to find a few folks generously attempting to help get things set up, but honestly, were just creating more work for me, as things were just a mess. Top that off with the fact that there weren't enough cups for all 12 trays. Eight trays go for the main floor; 4 go up in the balcony. We only had enough for 8 trays. About this time, one of the deacons came up with the brilliant idea to empty all the coffee creamer cups and use those.:glare: His lovely wife, however, suggested just closing off the balcony and making everyone sit on the main floor so there'd be enough trays. About this time, our pastor came into the kitchen and agreed to close down the balcony. He asked who was supposed to be doing communion and I told him who it was. He said, "Oh. I need to talk to you about that..." Turns out, this particular deaconess is going through a marital separation and asked to be let off the board while she and her dh work through this time. Well, NO ONE TOLD ME THIS! Pastor said, "I was supposed to tell you about this and I forgot. I'm sorry!" UGH! So, here I've left a scolding message on this gals HUSBAND'S cell phone and she's separated from him. I felt terrible about that. I also felt terrible about the communion cup issue, as I wasn't sure if I was the one who was supposed to keep on top of that. (Turns out I'm not; we have an elder assigned to that job). As it turned out, we had exactly half a tray of juice left after the service, and everyone got served communion. So thus ended Communion Crisis '08. Then, this week was VBS. I was in the craft room and I tell you, I'm DONE with helping with VBS. I can't take the noise. I just can't. The yelling, the screaming, the high energy. It makes me extremely tense and jittery and I lose patience very fast. I just can't do it. This week was just torturous for me, noise-wise. So, bearing in mind that I had to pinch hit for a few duties at the last minute, and bearing in mind that I'm half insane from sensory overload, it didn't please me at all to receive a list of duties the assistant VBS director dropped on me, expecting the 3 elderly deaconesses in charge of the VBS cookie reception to lift tables and set up 6 gallon drink coolers of lemonade outside. So. I met with the VBS director, asking her to clarify what it was she expected, as her assistant's list called for duties to be done that are not outlined in the deaconess manual and further, were unrealistic for 3 elderly women to accomplish. Turns out. NONE OF THE VBS COOKIE RECEPTION COMMITTEE WAS EVEN AVAILABLE! AUGHGHGHGHGH! So, I take a deeeeeep breath and start recruiting other deaconesses from other committees to help. Thankfully, we got things done and cleaned up and VBS 2008 is OVER. Top all that off with the fact I'm PMSing, I'm tired, my nerves are shot and I came THIS CLOSE to curling up in a corner and crying. And, we had no less than 15 packages of Oreos left over and did I bring home even one package? NO! I totally forgot! We really need to improve on communication. I don't mind filling in, when I know in advance and can be prepared, but this last minute stuff is just irritating to no end. End of saga. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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