i'm done with donuts. done, done, done. done, done, done, done, done.
it's always something, and yesterday it was the check that wasn't enough to cover the cost of the donuts. i'm done. i have officially resigned. i have told the church that i will finish this month and then i'm done.
done.
it's scary, really, that an organization that's supposed to assist you in seeing to it that your soul gets to heaven can't even get a donut order right. i mean, what the?
part of the problem is that there are too many cooks in the kitchen. there's the priest who tells susie how many donuts to order and there's susie who tells john to actually order them and then there's betty who susie tells to cut the check, made payable to kroger but sent to me, and there's cindy who sets the donuts and the coffee out and there's phil who tells cindy not to bother with the donuts and the coffee this week because we're not having donuts and coffee this week, even though we are, and it's phil who tells cindy to bother with the donuts and the coffee this week because we are having them, even though we aren't.
and then there's elaine, who likes to stick her nose into everything.
i have tried many times, all of them unsuccessfully, to wake this donut committee up to the fact that it. isn't. working, but the donut committee doesn't care. either that or the donut committee is stupid. either that or the donut committee something. any which way, it. isn't. working.
it's bizarre, really. they can turn bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ, for pete's sake, but they can't get a jelly-filled donut on the table.
(speaking of jelly-filled donuts, susie told john not to order any more jelly-filled donuts cuz nobody seems to like jelly-filled donuts so john doubled the order of jelly-filled donuts.)
i hope they don't have donuts in heaven.
