If I only knew....

So I was in the Queen City on the weekend at a meeting. It was a very frustrating, yet productive one.

Now, I am an organizer as many of my close, personal friends are, and don't get me wrong, I think the girls at the "organization" are fabulous. But after being in the office for the weekend and seeing how things are being "run", well...I was kinda shocked...I think...now my opinion only...don't anyone get their panties in a knot, but I think they have too many irons in the fire and a part time person to run the Auditorium is needed...and we get our girls back to their original job criteria.

We asked them to "pull", if you will the last minutes or any other "writings" for the committee to review so our weeekend could be faster and more productive....yah, we were told that there was no paperwork of ANY KIND!....WHAT?

No documentation that this committee even existed? Bah, you're on crack? There has to be! I was on the board the first time round and I had some documentation but not much. Where are all the minutes? Where are all the programs of previous years? Where are all the inductee bios and forms?

We were told there were none.

After seeing the state of the "office"....well, no wonder nothing could be found.

After the morning was filled with trying to remember all the events and motions that were once made...Just before dinner, I just happened to "zone out" and look behind of the members and see a cabinet with a drawer marked "Hall of Fame"....I blinked a couple of times and then finally spoke up...Guess what we found in the drawer!! Yup! Nothing.

Near the end of the day when the other two members left, Peanut and I thought we might go down to the file room...I was looking around the room commenting on that state of the office when I looked up and saw...yup, the minutes! A binder that said Hall of Fame minutes!

I'm not sure how Peanut felt at that moment, but I was pretty steamed. After all that time, all those hours, all the emails and bantering going on between us and the office staff and there in black, white and yellow were the minutes!

We did go down to the file room and wade our way through the mass amounts of scripts on the floor, file boxes, dust, dinner theatre paraphernalia, cans, bottles, everything stacked for no rhyme or reason from floor to ceiling, we found one lone box of Hall of Fame papers which we immediately took up to the office and filed into the gray drawer of the file cabinet which had our name on it.

I would absolutely donate a weekend if my time to dust, organize and help put away unwanted empty boxes, pop cans, and even in the display case where all the honoured ladies of stage were, contained screw drivers, old name plates, shot glasses....OMG Blanche!...

I just think those ladies are bogged down with too much responsibilites of running the other half of the facility.

I do love them both to death, but really...