The Executive Leadership Team for our denomination met last night and today. Good meeting. Today's lunch was at Huntington University. We had a taco salad. It was okay, after I scraped off the sour cream and guacamole. But not what I would have picked. Not that I got to pick.
Susan Hoopingarner was the administrative assistant five administrative assistants ago. Yes, lots of turnover lately in that position. Anyway, Susie always ran the menu past me, so I could pick something that I most definitely liked. I'm sure our meals were a bit boring back then, because I'm not culinarily adventurous. Ham croissant, chips, salad, cherry pie. Something like that. That's what I would pick.
Then Susie left. Sherry, Erinn, Marsha, and now Cathy--none of them have deemed me important enough to review the menu. And so, everyone ends up with a tremendous taco salad that THEY all think is pure heaven, but which I'm not so sure about.
Just one of those small sacrifices I make for the cause of Christ. I'm sure my reward will be in heaven. Preferably with a butterscotch topping.
Career-wise, I've been hanging around and writing about and cheering on churches and pastors for the past 25 years as my denomination's Communications Director.
I know you weren't writing this to me, but for the record, I really am sorry if I didn't think to ask you. I should have. Little things like that do matter, and I should have noticed them.
Erinn--
Ah, looks like I put you on a guilt trip for your past sins of omission.