Today was hectic. I left Noble Valley and flew to Dorinda. I had to go to the GBF headquarters to look at the numbers for registration.

The numbers are good. They are better than they were this time last year. I am glad about that.

My cell phone has been ringing off the hook. Why do people feel the need to call me personally with questions about the Youth Convocation? Oh yea, I am the convocation co-ordinator. I may have to check the hotel listing page and see what it says because people keep calling me asking why they can't get the convocation rate through the phone or web service of the hotels. If I am not mistaken, in bold print, I wrote, YOU WILL HAVE TO CALL THE HOTEL DIRECTLY. I am going to make the print bigger. I am tired of getting angry phone calls. Oh well, let me leave that alone before I get upset.

I made the change to the page, I hope that helps.

I had to call 38 people and let them know that I was in Dorinda. I mean, I am flying out in the morning, but that doesn't matter because I still have to call the people that I know in Dorinda. Why do all 38 of them want to have lunch with me? I made 22 of them made when I told them that I couldn't have lunch with them. The other 16 of them understood.

I talked to Bishop Adkins for 30 minutes. I hadn't planned on it, but he was at the GBF office. He walked up when I was telling someone off about reading the information on the website. "Lord, why do I gotta act a fool in front of the presiding bishop?" Bishop was cool. He said, "Sis. White, do I need to have an altar call right here for you?" I said, "Yes sir." He laughed and said, "We can go talk in my office if you want to." I said, "Ok." I was hoping that he was going to tell me that he was going to appoint someone else to the position. (Not really. I like doing the convocation.) He did most of the talking. I felt better after I left his office. I am so embarrassed though, my phone rung 12 times (no exaggeration). I cut it off. Bishop laughed and said, "They are looking for you." I just shook my head.

Nevertheless, I am in my hotel room chilling. I gotta go, my phone is ringing!

Labels: 2006