So back in November, I inadvertently offered to do a library cookie event for a senior citizen group at the library (I mistook their bus for the mentally challenged adult bus, so just went ahead and offered to do a cookie event for them as well). There were 6 retirees on the bus plus their supervisor.
Ya. Nothing ever ends up being that simple.
When I called to make a date arrangement in December, the supervisor said December wasn't possible and I suggested Valentine's cookies in February. She agreed and then politely ix-nayed my library site and asked if I could do it at their facility instead so retirees who couldn't ride the bus could participate. Alright. She said it might be up to 12 people.
I called her three weeks ago to firm up dates and never heard back.
Today she called, said did I remember her from December? And I said yes, I've sent you a date request weeks ago and never heard back.
After apologies on her side, the function is now set for February 12 and oh... it's going to be 15 people, but then "folks might just walk in. We could have 20 or more."
Oh, and she'd like it to last an hour and half.
This is where my anal-retentive "how can I control this" gene kicked in. I volleyed back with "max it at 20 people, 3 cookies per person and no more than one hour.
Her final shot across the net was: Oh...I'm so excited! This will be so much more fun that just decorating a cookie from one of those kits.
One guess who already has $40 worth of cookie kits sitting in her kitchen?
Ya. Nothing ever ends up being that simple.
When I called to make a date arrangement in December, the supervisor said December wasn't possible and I suggested Valentine's cookies in February. She agreed and then politely ix-nayed my library site and asked if I could do it at their facility instead so retirees who couldn't ride the bus could participate. Alright. She said it might be up to 12 people.
I called her three weeks ago to firm up dates and never heard back.
Today she called, said did I remember her from December? And I said yes, I've sent you a date request weeks ago and never heard back.
After apologies on her side, the function is now set for February 12 and oh... it's going to be 15 people, but then "folks might just walk in. We could have 20 or more."
Oh, and she'd like it to last an hour and half.
This is where my anal-retentive "how can I control this" gene kicked in. I volleyed back with "max it at 20 people, 3 cookies per person and no more than one hour.
Her final shot across the net was: Oh...I'm so excited! This will be so much more fun that just decorating a cookie from one of those kits.
One guess who already has $40 worth of cookie kits sitting in her kitchen?
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Good luck!
Read the questions aloud and have participants write down their answers. (Or put that coordinator to work to keep a tally board)
