Janet (j4) wrote,
Janet
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What a to-do list

This post is just to remind me that occasionally I can organise my way out of a wet paper bag, so feel free to ignore boring stuff.

But, honestly, though, telephoning churches is not much fun. Anglican bureaucracy seems to rival even that of the University, and I feel as though every phone call is a potential minefield. I have been trying to contact St Luke's Church (Victoria Road), where the CCO are playing a concert (on Saturday May 21st from 5-6pm [teas from 4-5pm], not that this is a plug or anything), to organise publicity for the concert, and it appears that nobody in the church wants to talk to us. I was given the Rector's phone number by our concert manager, S., who is very pushy but not very good at actually giving people the information they need. I phoned the Rector twice, and on the second occasion she told me that I was supposed to contact her secretary (whose number she had never given me). I tried to contact said Secretary, eventually got in touch, and she told me to send the posters to her, but muttered dark things about there having been "issues" with the publicity. I sent the posters to the address she'd given me, and this morning got a phone call from the Curate (who apparently I should have spoken to in the first place, but nobody thought to tell me this) telling me that the dippy old woman from Orchestra who wanted to design some posters but her computer "couldn't do a pound sign, because it's broken" had already produced her own posters and given them to the Church to use to publicise our concert. I DESPAIR. The Curate also seemed fairly cross that we had been so disorganised, and I refrained from pointing out that if her minions hadn't passed me from pillar to post we might not have been, and instead did my best to soothe her ruffled feathers. She now wants to know things like how many chairs we'll need and whether there is room in the venue for an orchestra, which is -- guess what? -- something the concert manager should have established when booking the concert. I DESPAIR MORE. I think, however, I have sorted things out such that if I can get the information I need out of the only sane member of the orchestra on Wednesday night, I can get back to the Curate on Thursday morning before she and the Rector's secretary go on holiday (jointly or severally, I didn't like to ask!) for a week.

Unrelatedly, after several days of occasional failed attempts, I finally gave up on actually getting somebody at Skillshare to answer the phone, and left them a message asking them to get back to me. They called back within an hour or so, leading me to suspect that their answerphone is permanently on. I made an appointment to go and talk to them during a lunchtime chosen more or less at random, only to find that it's a lunchtime immediately before a webmaster meeting in town, meaning that a) I can kill two birds with one bike-ride, and b) if talking to them doesn't take too long, I just end up with a long lunch-hour. :-)

Now I just need to make a doctor's appointment and phone a plasterer.

This was a public information broadcast from the department of extreme boredom.
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