How in the world did I get myself involved in this?
Our church has a ministry called Visiting Angels. It’s a group of about 13 folks who rotate bringing food once a week to our priests. It’s a great little ministry and my hubby is involved. When he got involved he asked me to be the contact person for him – that’s where this all began to slowly go haywire. So when the last coordinator announced that she couldn’t do it anymore because of time constraints, I volunteered. I thought this would be any easy, stress-free way to give my time and since I am very organized it shouldn’t be any problem.
I’ve only been doing this for about 2 months now. I planned the schedule for 6 months out. Dusted my hands and said great that’s done until the new year. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
First I get an email from the previous coordinator – seems like she forgot to tell me that so-and-so is no longer on the list. Fine. Re-work the schedule – send it back out. Two days later – I get another email – seems one of the volunteers died. Ok, no problem. Re-work the schedule – send it back out. Later the same day, another email. Seems the previous coordinator forgot to mention that so-and-so volunteers – but doesn’t have email, so I’ll need to add her in somehow. I ignored this email.
Well today, I’ve been thrown another curveball. Apparently, we have visitors coming in on two separate occasions and will need extra meals. Fine – I send out a request. Oh my hell. Apparently, I confused the hell out of everyone and had to go back reassuring them of their time slots. Then, I get an email telling me that this person can’t provide meals anymore. Now I have to take her out of the rotation and find someone to take her place next month.
This was supposed to be easy and no-stress remember? These people are making me pull my hair out. This should be a 20 minute thing once every 6 months or so. But it has morphed into this thing where I am thinking about it all the time. And every time I send an email I get a response that throws a curve into everything. Every, single time. And once that response throws everything out of whack, I have to send out another email explaining why everything is changing.
This gig is making me question my sanity and my organizational skills. I’m sure that with every email I send out; they must be thinking “Who put this idiot in charge?”
I’m truly not an idiot. I do know what I’m doing. I swear. Who could have foreseen all this craziness? All I wanted was to do something good – that’s it. Now I cringe every time I see an email from one of these folks cause I know it’s just gonna give me a headache.
So, what do you think? Will I get bonus points for all this after I – well, you know – die? I sure hope so.