Stories Are Gifts To Share

The end of another week, ahhhh! And another booster-related, long-standing, banking chore completed! I'm thankful for the cooperation of volunteers who often look to me for direction. Like it or not, I am a leader (I usually like it, except for when things don't go as smoothly as I'd planned in my head!). As always, the weekly and monthly booster-tasks are also done. I am really looking forward to the band concert next week, and then after that I plan to take 3+ weeks from this 'second job' of booster treasurer. Here's a story: Dashing around town Thursday night, I noticed what I could do in 42 and a half minutes. I went to the booster vp's house to get a check signed and picked up her See's candy order (and I turned down the wrong street, so I had a 4 minute detour!); then I dashed to the grocery store with signed check to pick up the scrip cards for the fundraiser (where I ran into the parents of one of the former band members); then I dashed home again, jiggity-jig! These two locations are in the opposite direction of each other, and with the holiday season here, there's lots of people on the roads and in the grocery store. There's always a wait at the store because the manager is the only one who has access to the scrip cards, and they have to scan them through the register and take the check and zip my driver's license through the card-reader thingy. So, in 42 and a half minutes, I thought I did pretty good for getting all that done! The pre-quel to this story is my second job started earlier, when after work (well, and after going to Costco for 4 things) I met up with the director and his family at Sadie's Starbucks to pick up the majority of the See's candy forms and money. While there, I tried a tall Caramel Brulee, decaf. I got there first, and when the director and family walked in, the Starbucks barrista already knew what they wanted, and by the time they reached the counter, their drinks were waiting for them! Talk about service! That's something that happens in a small town. And this leads me to the next story, my name on my Starbucks cup. She got it right this time. I guess because I don't often go into Starbucks (and only when I have a gift card!), my name is usually mis-spelled. When I am asked for my name, I say "Bev", and once it was written as Bevan (ok, that's a cool name, I could take that), another time it was "Bez", and another time that I don't remember what it was, but it wasn't Bev. At work over the phone, I also introduce myself as Bev, but customers call me Beth (uderstandably) or if I say Beverly, the customer thinks I said Debra-Lee (another very cool name). If I were to change my name it would be Bevan Debra-Lee. Mark told me the new energy efficient cars are also named Bev. There's also a liquor warehouse store called BevMo, so I had to get a discount card because it has my name on it. And I will keep my name, Bev, Beverly, Mom, and all the cute little names Mark calls me--there's a new one every day (peanut brittle, patootie, muffin, sweet-potato). But booster-treasurer? Sure, you can call me that, but only for 5 more months!!