Before I begin, there is this woman named Emily who has spent the whole weekend reading my last year's blog. I keep getting emails from my old blog, telling me someone has made a new comment, and I can see her progress. Yesterday she was on last July, when Marvin accidentally stood like a T-Rex in the middle of that wedding, and today she is all the way up to November. Unlike this Typepad blog, I cannot email her back when she makes a comment.
I figure at the rate she's going, she'll read this in a day or two. So, hi, Emily! Love you! Love your comments! Can't believe you spent this much time reading my silly blogs!
Maybe she will get fed up at the end of last year's and never read this one. You think?
So, I forgot to print out the bulletins for the other church today. Nice.
There is this other church that my boss, the rector, preaches at every other weekend. With the whole copy machine breakdown fiasco, I just absolutely, 100% forgot about it completely. Seriously, am I the worst church secretary ever?
Before I leave the church for the week, I have to print out 65 bulletins, insert 65 prayer lists into those bulletins, print six large bulletins and insert six large prayer lists, lay 20 of said bulletins out for the choir, put one on the organ for the organist, and put the rest in the entryway, topped by a slip of paper where someone write how many parishioners were present that week.
Plus, I have to remember to put a teller sheet and deposit slip out for the volunteers who count the money. Oh, and I have to mail eight copies of the bulletin out for the homebound, and one for whoever is doing the layreading that week.
As you can see, no details going on THERE. But I make myself a little checklist so I won't forget anything. But you know what I've never written on said checklist? PRINT OUT BULLETINS FOR THE OTHER CHURCH, YA MAROON!
I am just mortified at myself. You'd think church secretary would not be stressful. But haven't I already told you the mushroom farmer story? My brother-in-law, Bill, told me he knew someone who became a mushroom farmer and after a year he quit cause it turns out that is a TOTALLY stressful job. You have to get the soil content just right, you have to pay attention every second, whatever.
Of course, I spent the whole time Bill was telling me this story waiting to make mushroom jokes. "I guess after a year he was no longer a fun guy, right?" I said. "That was the cap on how much he could take," I also said. "That job really creamed him."
My brother-in-law Bill finds me tedious. I can tell.
ANYWAY, I ran three miles today. It was fun; I went to the high school track with this other couple. Not that I by myself am a couple. You know what I mean. Cut it out. So, the man part of the couple could really run fast, and his wife walked the track and also the stairs in the stands, which I did not do. But I ran in exactly 45 minutes, which is what I thought it would take. When you do the long runs, you are supposed to go very slowly.
In an hour, we are going over said couple's house for happy hour. After an hour we are all going to have sad hour. Then maybe indifferent hour. I don't know.
Are y'all watching the Oscars? It's the first time since 1992 I've had to watch them on East Coast time, so I am either going to be very tired tomorrow or I will miss some of it. Really the best part is when they are on the red carpet anyway. They should just show that part and call us the next day and tell us who won.
Anyway, I'd hate to be tired and make a STUPID MISTAKE at work.
