1) Well, it's official, I'm the new Church Lady (TM)! I've been training twice a week since sometime in late July, I think, and I don't feel much more prepared to take over than I did that first week, but there you go. The time has come and I'm going to do the best I can. :)
My first official act as church secretary was to be a complete dorkfish. See, the woman who just left the job has a similar name as my own. Well, similar in the sense that her name is Katie and my name is Kelly, and if you are hard of hearing or not paying attention, you might mistake one for the other. Since pretty much my first week, when I'd answer the phone, saying my name and everything, whomever was on the other end seemed to think I was Katie. At first I'd try to correct whomever was on the other end of the line, but it happened so often that I gave up and just let whomever had called think they were speaking to Katie.
Right when I was in the middle of trying to complete a task I was completely unfamiliar with (this was after Katie was gone) I got a call from a lady who was upset about something. Our pastor usually provides counseling, or at least a listening ear, to people who have problems both real and imagined. One thing I've been specifically instructed NOT to do is try to fix people's problems, which I'm OK with because how in the world would I know what to tell them? Unfortunately, when this lady called, she called me Katie, and I just went with it because she sounded upset and it would have been more trouble than it was worth to correct her. When I told her the preacher was unavailable because he was out on a visit, she immediately launched into telling me her issue. I didn't know what to do, but I calmed her down the best way I knew how (don't worry, it wasn't life or death stuff) and thought that would be the end of it. Alas...she started asking me some questions about "my pregnancy" and "my doctor" and I kind of panicked. I honestly didn't know what to do, because in not correcting her when she first assumed I was Katie, it would have seemed very weird to tell her who I was at that point. Oy. Luckily, I knew the answers to most of what she asked, and I just pretended I was Katie until she hung up. On Sunday, the pastor told me that he'd actually talked to the lady later on that night, and she'd told him how sweet and helpful Katie was and how she was sure that the "New Girl" would be fine, but she was sorry to hear Katie was leaving.
*shakes head*
2) So there was an election yesterday. I personally didn't vote.
Oh, wipe that look off of your face. I had my reasons.
I didn't feel I was informed enough to make a good decision about anything on the ballot, and believe it or not, I'm uncomfortable making uninformed decisions about important things. As you well know, if you're a long time reader (or if you personally know me at all), you know that anytime I make a decision about anything without thinking about it first, things go awry: things get set on fire, I get fired from a job, or I end up getting caught up in things I don't want to be involved in! I wish I had known more about the amendments and local candidates that were on the ballots, because I'd have liked to be able to vote on them, but I didn't understand a lot of what they were trying to accomplish. I really, really hate politics. It turns perfectly nice people into complete and total know-it-all, narrow minded jerks.
I prayed that the right candidates be chosen, so I'm hoping that prayer was answered. My main hope is that the government doesn't cut the military and defense budgets too severely. Steve's job, as well as most of the people's jobs in this town, rely on those contracts to exist. I like my town too much to see it destroyed.
I was happy to see that some states have finally passed marriage equality laws! Josh and Jeoff can't get married yet, though, but hopefully they can soon. :)
3) So, my weight loss has completely stalled. Granted, I haven't been as hard at work as I was before we left for New Orleans, and I'd set that weekend as my goal date. I didn't quite hit my goal, but I came close. Now I need to start a whole new program with a new goal, but it's so, so, so hard. I'm still seeing the dieticin I need to get my head back in the game and my body back in the gym. It's harder now that I have a job, because that means I have to get up early to go and I'm too used to sleeping in to make myself do it. I'd go after work, but at this point I'm still so stressed about learning everything that I'm exhausted by the time I get home and all I want to do is eat cupcakes and chips. I wish I wasn't a stress-eater. I didn't think being a church secretary would be stressful, but until I learn what I need to know and get more comfortable, my nerves will be pulled tight - and so will my pants.
4) I think my veterinarian is trying to emotionally destroy me. A few weeks ago, we took Butler to be boarded while we were in Louisiana. When I got there, the girl behind the counter called Butler "Bear." Now, I can't blame them for that, because they only really see us a few times a year and it's on record that we had a dog named Bear, so the mistake is bound to happen. The girl apologized and I said that it was fine...yadda, yadda. Then she took the PA mic, and called "Bear Pratt is here for boarding." She looked mortified, and she kept apologizing over and over. I told her it was OK, but she looked like she'd kicked the dog, not just called him by the wrong name. Several days after we got back from our trip, we got a card in the mail from the vet. It had a big tree on the front, and on the inside it said that a tree had been planted in Bear's name in one of the national forests. I'd been OK when she called Butler Bear, but that just sent me over the edge and I had another pitiful, snotty crying session on the floor of my kitchen over the fact that they got him a tree. Does it ever end?
I kind of wonder if they usually do that for pets when they have to be put down, and maybe it just takes a few months before they get the card sent to them, or if they felt bad for calling Butler by Bear's name so many times that day and they did it to make up for that? I don't know. Maybe my wailing the day we had to put him down traumatized them and they're afraid that I'm so emotionally fragile that if they remind me of him I'll jump off the roof. At any rate, Bear has a tree. :) That was sweet of them.
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