After 10 months, I FINALLY got activated on the Girlguiding registration system, and after two months, I was thankful when the pay-in book for our Senior Section unit’s bank account arrived. Which meant…WE FINALLY HAVE A BANK ACCOUNT.
The only thing was that we didn’t have the cheque book yet (not helpful, when you need to pay for activities!)
As I was sitting printing off boarding passes for the Parentals this evening (they go on holiday tomorrow), my stepfather picked up the pay-in book and said ‘Look! Here it is again – ********* Senior Section’
I’m like ‘Yeah, it’s for the Senior Section unit – I’m still waiting for the cheque book to arrive‘
To which my stepfather replied ‘Oh. But I took it to the Golf Club earlier‘.
He laughed – I thought he was kidding. And then I may have lost it a little bit.
Apparently, when he picked up the post that got shoved through our letterbox this morning, the envelope only showed the address and so he opened it. (This is the downside of not living in your own home – people open your mail assuming it’s for them. My Mum has a terrible habit of opening my Tesco Clubcard statements). Also in the post came his Golf Club membership things. It just so happens that the Golf Club is in our area, and so funnily enough has the same name. It also has a group for the older members. Confused at why something for ‘********* Senior Section‘ would be addressed to us, a debate was had between the Parental Unit and they decided that the Golf Club had made him treasurer or secretary of the OAP group without asking him and therefore had sent him a chequebook.
(Never mind that the chequebook came from the BANK)
Being the super organised helpful person my stepfather immediately took the chequebook and drove it to the Golf Club and dropped it into the secretary’s inbox.
Cue 4.45 p.m. when I find this out.
After all the hassle of phone calls and being put on hold and days waiting for the bank to call back and trying to get signatures…
Phone call to the Golf Club was made, and of course the secretary has picked up her mail and gone home for the weekend. NIGHTMARE.
Anyway. So the bank account saga continues on. With a new challenge of praying that the Secretary hasn’t sent the chequebook back to the Bank and that I’ll be able to get it back from her next week. Because Mondays aren’t manic enough already. Ha ha.
*Head Thunk* <<<<< sound of my head bashing off a brick wall.