Friday, November 19, 2010

Seriously.

Like the true dolt I am, I agreed to be fundraising co ordinator for the blasted PTA this year. I'm not on the board, so what the hell, right?

RIiiiiiIIIIIGHT.

Our first fundraiser is to have 2 grades sell these hoagies. The hoagies are easy to sell and popular because they're good value for the money, and we can make $2 per.

Deadline for orders was a week ago last Tuesday. I expected a few late orders. No big deal, planned for it, gotcha covered.

On Deadline day, I took no less than 2 calls from this woman about how her order form would be late. "Tomorrow" is what she said. I was fine with that, and since she wanted to pick up her order earlier than the time stated, I agree to pull her order first and call her so she could come get it. I asked her to be sure to put a note with her order form, so I could do just exactly that for her.

No order form with a note came. No order form that had any connection to her came. Okay, fine. It's HER problem. She called me, a week later, on the absolute last day I could take add-on orders and wanted to know if she could still send it to me. And blah blah would blah blah can blah.

Fine, fine, fine. BUT if I do not have that order form TODAY, I won't be able to get your orders added on. Period. TODAY. I don't see it, I don't call you, I don't care.

I got the order form. She has everything marked "pd" but there's $36 not in the sealed envelope. Kill me, Kill me now.

I get the add ons added on, no problem. I've quadruple checked my numbers, so we're good.

Today is delivery day: she called, 10 minutes ago, to ask me what time she can pick up her hoagies. I explained, for the 15th time, the schedule we're working on. And she agreed, for the 15th time, to the plan. I full expect to arrive at the school before the van pulls up, and for her to be sitting there, trying to grab her hoagies as we pull 'em off the van.

But, all things considered, she's still better than the woman who called me and gave me hell for having a delivery date on a Friday--do I realize how inconvenient that is for HER?

I think this particular gig may be my ticket out of the PTA. Seriously.

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