Today was the deadline, according to our bylaws, to get the board-approved budget out to congregational members before our annual meeting in May. I'm the president of my church's board of trustees so it fell on me to get the dang thing in the mail by 5 p.m. And the board members knew this. We met again last night just to finalize everything. Yet today, tonight!, they are still circulating emails arguing over the budget that they voted on approving several weeks ago before the pledge canvass. One trustee even wrote he won't vote for the budget if the fundraising line is 6K. Umm, that's what it was when you voted to approve it several weeks ago, I'm staying out of the fray, which I know will bite me in the butt when they receive their mailings tomorrow or Saturday. C'est la vie. I was exhausted last night at the meeting, scheduled before I realized that I'd be bringing my mother home from rehab after a knee replacement. I was too tired last night to tell them this is it - no more talk. Deadline, folks. Remember that word? Done. Finis. Over and out. I spent four hours in the office today with the admin printing, signing, folding, stuffing, labeling, stamping and sealing. Mailed. Gone. Stop emailing.
Causes Jodi Thompson Supports
Unitarian Universalist Service Committee