Week 43- A Few Dances and A Complaint about the GSC

First of all, I found this video of one of my favorite songs--it always touches me, and this performance is fantastic. If you don't have time to watch it now, I was going to say save it for later, but actually, you should just watch it anyway. It's that lovely.

The last few week's activities included:

• Processing educational reimbursements
• Stuffing lots of papers in the confidential recycling bin
• Running an audit of job descriptions, because apparently if a tree fell in the forest and the GSC doesn't have documented, signed, and perfectly formatted and delivered proof, not only did it not make a sound, it never fell at all.
• Grumbling at the GSC because they kept on telling me that my e-mails were wrong and they couldn't process someone's back pay. They asked us to instead submit some document that never existed and when Andrew called, they said, "just send an e-mail." Ahhh!
• Organizing desks (apparently the director is a neat freak and is too polite to say anything about it driving him crazy).
• Terminating employees
• Writing a letter of recommendation with a few blanks for my supervisor to fill in, as if I were her. This was a little weird and a lot harder than I thought it would be. Usually I'm the one asking for a recommendation, not writing one.

This was also a very busy week. We hosted a prom dinner at our house. It looked and tasted amazing, but was way too much work for us to want to do it regularly. Mom and I were pretty proud of our decorations. You'll have to check out the family blog later to see the results. I mostly just arranged flowers. We were able to get everything we needed from the garden, even this early in the year, and it looked fantastic, if I do say so myself. 

We also went to the band fundraiser for FHE, a swing dance. I was more than a little worried about this. I'm supposed to look and act like a missionary all the time, but our family activity was dancing... I loved swing dancing before my mission, and that made it harder. I just danced with the family, so hopefully nobody got any crazy ideas about missionaries. I just felt odd. It was fun to see Mom and Dad dance together, and I got to see one of my good friends. Sally started out as my flute teacher when I was nine and in some ways was like a surrogate mother to me. I still try to keep in contact with her and her family now that I'm in the great big world of grown-ups, so it was a real pleasure to see her there.

That's all for this week.

-Sister Ward

P.S. I love you