You know I love my job and more importantly, the cause we work for.
You know what I love even more? You fellow blogging buddies, because you will read my rants when it gets near event time! The event is Sunday. I am getting bombarded by stupid until then.
Once again, I could not, would not make this stuff up. In fact, I could probably inspire a whole study about the human brain (or lack thereof, in some folks) just based on calls and emails from today. But here you go:
Caller: "We're from out of town - Salem. Where do we park?"
What I wanted to say: "Well, in the glow-in-the-dark spots, obviously."
What my friend texted: "In the witch spots, obviously. Wait - wrong Salem!"
And lo and behold, not 15 minutes later, that's what someone did.
First she called our office. Then she called a county chapter's executive director. Then she emailed me. All of the questions had been answered verbatim in the email she said she read before calling and emailing.
Example: "The FAQ says team captains can turn in money for the entire team. So if one of my team members gives me money, and I'm the captain, I can turn it in for her?"
No, sunshine, you should eat it.
But the one that actually made me laugh was sent last night. And it started with, "Good morning..."
This person said she had emailed people asking for donations during registration but forgot who she emailed. Could I let her know?
Not being a clairvoyant, not so much.
I said I had no way of tracking this, suggesting she add a line in her email apologizing if people got it twice.
She wrote back asking the same question.
I had to sit on my hands to resist the urge to type, "I'm still not psychic, but I may become so if you ask one more time, nicely."