On Sunday, I still hadn’t heard back (like he promised) or got a hold of the ward building scheduler, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I didn’t want to wait until the last minute and not have a room for our Ring Ceremony. I put notices on the gym doors that the gym would be in use on January 15th and to call me if they had any questions. No one had any questions, but the Stake President saw the notices. He was one of the people the glitched building scheduling online form emailed instead of emailing the correct person, so he has been in the loop since the beginning of how hard of a time I was having in scheduling this.
He got in touch with the stake building scheduler and told him to take down my notes and get my room scheduled. Now the stake is meeting with him and all of the ward schedulers to figure out why people are having such a hard time getting things scheduled. The stake scheduler called me to tell me how upset the Stake President was and that now there were going to be meetings. He told me he took down my signs. And that’s where the fun began.
The stake scheduler ended up being someone I knew from the ward I first lived in when my ex and I moved here from Arkansas. I sang in the choir with him and his family. His wife was my visiting teacher and when I was pregnant, she took me to prenatal appointments because she knew I couldn’t drive. That was much easier than taking the bus! But the relationship between his family and mine wasn’t all sunshine and roses.
My ex and I couldn’t make an assigned chapel cleaning day. We arranged for substitutes, but they didn’t show. The now-stake-scheduler-guy and the then-counselor-in-the-bishopric was upset about that. He and my ex had a quite irreverent argument in the chapel the following Sunday before church service in front of everyone.
This man was in the Bishopric with the Bishop who refused to allow me to go to the temple to receive my endowment. Church policy states that worthy women may attend the temple without their husbands if their husbands give permission. I was worthy, my then-husband wanted me to go. He said no. I disagreed with his judgment, making them all very uncomfortable.
So between not getting a long with my ex and between not understanding why I disagreed with the leadership of the Bishopric, this guy really didn’t get along with me and mine. I had no problem with him. I realize that my ex is really good at angering people and that even people in church leadership positions aren’t immune to losing their temper sometimes. I’ve since gone to the temple. I’m over any drama from that time in my life and from that ward. But I guess the stake scheduler isn’t over it. The entire conversation was at best uncomfortable and at worst rude.
I was polite. I said please and thank you. I didn’t push his buttons or bring up the past. I did the right thing.
Finally, we hung up the phone and I called Randy crying. That man hurt my feelings to the point of tears and it’s stressing me out trying to get the room scheduled. So, yah. What’s next in the building scheduling fiasco? Bring it! LOL. Ugh.