On day 2 of my new job, I was assigned the task of writing a year-end appeal letter.
So I did.
The next day we had a meeting to discuss it.
Then I rewrote it. And sent it off to one of my bosses for editing.
We repeated this game for 16 days.
I will admit I was a tad frustrated by the process. And more than a little insecure about my ability to write anything by the time I got final approval. Sixteen days to write one letter. How big a loser am I??? They’re probably regretting hiring me. I was tempted to hand my pay cheque back, “Sorry, for wasting your time. Clearly I’m not cut out for this.”
On Tuesday we started printing. 1500 of them, one at a time. Two different versions, depending on the recipient’s donation habits.
For the past two days we’ve been stuffing envelopes. No small task.
Every once in a while, I’d check over an envelope with interest… some guy in Alabama named Wylie Fox is going to be reading my letter. A North Carolinian couple, Hank and Puddin, will also read my plea for funds.
And then I got sick. Nauseas. And wished I’d invested more time, effort and energy into that blessed letter. Mr and Mrs Billy and Anne Graham should receive my missive in a week or so. Billy Graham! Billy Graham is on our mailing list. So is C. Everett Koop.
C. Everett Koop. The former Surgeon General of the USA. Crap.
(Mind you, Bubba from Georgia is on our list too…but still.)
(Oh, and the "C" in C. Everett Koop is for CHICK. Interesting, no?)
This isn’t a play job. It’s real. It’s for grown ups.
Whoa.
This changes everything. Everything I tell you.
Who am I to be writing letters that go to world famous leaders?
I am a mom. That title defines me.
I am Jane. An overweight middle-aged woman addicted to fudge, gravy, fresh bread and home made soups.
I am divorced. And very single.
I have inherited a passion for all things creative from both my parents.
I am loved by my Creator.
I have entrepreneurial blood flowing through my veins.
Can’t sing worth shit and hate praying out loud.
How did I ever manage to land this job?
2 comments:
Because God wants you there. You are a child of the KING, what better qualifications do you need?
And because, Jane, as I mentioned when I saw you last, YOU ROCK. YOU are doing this job; YOU are managing this life with your own resources and true grit; YOU are making this all happen. Make sure to take the credit where the credit is due. Damn, girl. You are truly a role model for the rest of us schleps. Keep it UP.
(as always...xoxo from jenn)
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