She is the visiting teaching coordinator. It basically entails:
1) Trying to get the "visiting teaching supervisors" to get their reports to her each month. It is incredibly frustrating for her because she is always late getting her stuff done because they are always late.
2) Once of month scrambling to get the visiting teaching message printed off before church because she waited to the last minute again.
3) Data entry at the church. Which means either having a really hard time getting on the computer because the "priesthood" are always using it or going at a time where she is alone in the dark and is creeped out.
4) Hearing the annoying gossip about who can't get along with who so they have to be reassigned companions and visits.
5) Handing out changes in VT assignments - typically with the people whining about not liking the change.
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For me it had to have been the few months I was ward clerk. Waking up for a 6 am meeting on Sunday mornings was torture.
bc Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > For me it had to have been the few months I was > ward clerk.
Ditto. This is where I saw how much tithing money gets sent to SLC while the wards keep such a pitance to actually help the members. I was membership clerk, so It was my job to try to keep track of all the baptized members who were still in the ward boundaries even if they hadn't attended for decades.
I nearly had the worst calling ever - ward chapel cleaning supervisor. I declined Bishop's invitation.
The next month when invited by the newly called supervisor to 'volunteer' to clean that next week, I politely told him to take my family off the list as we wouldn't be doing it ever. He was surprised.
I did feel a bit sorry for him - he must get a huge amount of crap from people over this and I know he ends up doing a lot himself. Well, I suppose he could also have said no.
Ah, but you learned valuable life's lessons. I bet you got so good that you could now jerk off in the Goldman Sachs executive board room during a meeting--with CNBC cameras running live--and no one would even know.
the worst are any callings that required begging others to "volunteer".
Stake music chairman-at times after stake conference, the new SP would tell me I was not trying hard enough if all the choir seats were not filled.
EQ presidency-I was in three different times. I hated filling initiatory assignements or getting work parties to help someone move. I actually enjoyed both of these activities, just didn't like getting others to join in.
I even had a bishop tell me I needed to drop out of grad school because he needed me to be available for any assignement and that was not possible with me working full time and taking a full school load.
In college I was called as my student ward's Institute rep. THAT was the worst. I had to give a talk in SM the first week and tell everyone what a special and fun thing Institute was. Then I was given a list of everyone in my ward who hadn't registered for an Institute class and was supposed to badger them until they signed up. Then I was given a list every week of those who didn't attend their classes and I was supposed to badger them until they went.
The kicker? I WASN'T SIGNED UP FOR INSTITUTE WHEN THEY CALLED ME. I had signed up for a night class my first semester, blew it off because hanging with my friends was much more fun, and didn't bother signing up my second semester. But then they called me anyway.
Home Teacher. I saw from the first assignment that it was a manufactured friendship. Even as a TBM I never liked being one, never liked them coming over.
Stake missionary. It was like being on a mission all over again. Yuck. The first stake missionary meeting I went to, i had a nervous flashback as everyone in the chapel stood up and started chanting in unison DC 14 or whatever the h#ll section it is about "the field is white and ready to harvest, so thrust in your sickle with all your might, blah blah blah." It felt so creepy and cult-like. This was in SLC, so it amounted to tracking down inactives. I'm surprised I lasted another 15 years as a member after that.
The one highlight was meeting a 60's hippie that lived in a time-warp in Sugarhouse. He still believed, but he said the modern-day church was in apostacy. His words were, "The church changed after David O. McKay." As much studying as I've done, I've still never managed to figure out what he meant by that.
Home teaching was the worst calling ever. It was also my first calling as a new member at age 12 and I've always detested it. So here I am, as newbie as you can get, and the freakin' BISHOP was one of our assigned families? It's amazing to see just how far back the warning signs go.
In this ward the 2nd counselor got all the stuff the Bishop and 1st Counselor didn't want to do, and programs they didn't want to support.
We had the worst Primary of all time, in my opinion, and least supported Young Women of all time. They just didn't care about the children or the Young Women.
They can say they care. But they don't effing care. By their actions we can clearly see they love those 12-18 year old boys more than anyone else in the whole world. I could go on and on...but I won't.
I concur. They don't effing care. I was YW pres and would be in a constate state of rage of how the YM were blatently and unapologetically prioritized over us.
Collecting fast offerings door to door...sooooo far outside of my comfort zone back then I think I only did it once....and then refused......followed by my last home teaching assignment. Old geezer partner without a fucking clue about why people didn't really want us to come.....painful memories...
Beehive teacher--that damn lesson about "marrying (someone worthy) is more important than anything else you could ever hope to do". Horrible. I couldn't teach it. I asked to be released (for "other" reasons; I was TBM and had a huge Cog Dis shelf at the time) and I stayed home for 3 weeks until the Bishop realized I was serious and complied.
I hated Relief Society callings the most. One RS pres called me to be the "kitchen coordinator." I would be given a key to the building. It was my duty to see that the stake center's kitchen was clean, following every Ym/YW, Scout, Relief Society, ward parties, the Christmas parties, etc. I already had two other callings. Actually, the RS pres. had just lost out to me being elected to the school board, and she wanted to bring me down. My answer--I just laughed, and left.
I liked children, and teaching, and music--but always resented all the preparation, meetings, rehearsals, and lack of flexibility if my kids were sick, or if we wanted to take a weekend off. They acted as if they owned my weekends.
BTW, the kids and I were treated worse when we were faithful TBMS, than when we left. I'll take the threats and shunning, any day. They can't hurt us now.
Sunday School 2nd councilor. It was my job to ring the 5-minute bell and the 2-minute bell to signal the end of Sunday School classes. That was it.
I disliked Home Teaching as a youth, and collecting Fast Offerings. I was surprised that some people still donated even though I had never seen them in church - ever.
Finally, youth Sunday School teacher. I was a Jr/Sr high school teacher during the week with difficult students. Why would they think I wanted to do this every Sunday as well? Oh, right - inspiration!