When my head gets cluttered, I make mistakes. That's all that it is. Really!
I was supposed to recruit a teen or two to attend an upcoming conference with me in March--The Wisconsin Teen Dating Violence Summit--fun, huh? But all I could find were boys. Which is cool, except that the conference requires that all teens are chaperoned and I may be a dedicated youth leadership specialist, but I am not sleeping in the same room with the boys I serve. Nuh uh. So, finally I found a teen and both his parents want to go with him. Yay me! But then I looked at our budget for the grant under which this event falls and we have no more money left for travel and conferencing. Crap. So, I had to email our funder to ask her for more money for this family to go...
This funder already gives a lot of money for my program. And the person who used to be in charge of it here is a WAY different personality than me. And our funder LOVED her. I'm not sure that she loves me so much. Where the other program manager was serious and stoic, I am silly and bubbly. Where she was calm, cool and focused, I am excited, energetic and sort of scattered. You see? None of these are bad qualities--just different. SO--I had to email our funder--and ask for more money. Eeek! She said we could move some line items around, but that we should hurry up and register because the conference was filling up.
So I said, I'd get them registered but that I was already registered. I registered in December.
She wrote me back. Apparently I am not registered. My name is not in their system at all. Perhaps I should check into this and get registered because as she said, it's filling up.
I opened the file where I keep all my conference stuff and lo and behold. My registration and signed pre-approval and check request. Never. Sent. CRAP!!!
I went to my boss who was gracious and understanding and took me to get the agency credit card.
I went to register online and a big screen popped up which said "Registration Full" ARGH!!! So I called our funder and left a really frantic message about how its full and hopefully she can fit me in and my teen and family already did register which is great but I want to be there with them. Perhaps they could fit me in? And on and one I went.
Then I hung up and looked at my computer.
I was trying to register for 2010.
So, I registered online successfully and then sheepishly called back to say that she could disregard my email and my voicemail and that I was all set. And registered.
Now I'm waiting for her response. Part of me thinks it would be really funny to call again and leave a message, asking why she's not calling me back and if she's mad at me.
Wouldn't that be hilarious?