Just Another Long Day

Boy, was this a long day! I shouldn’t whine, after all I am sure there are many people who worked longer days that the one I lived through today. I am sure there are an even greater number of men and women who did not have any work available to fund their personal obligations. So, thank God for this long day!

Come think of it, it really wasn’t any longer than anyone else’s—I had the same number of hours and minutes. It doesn’t even have to do with the amount of work I did, since I even had a few moments to share a lunch date with my conference president. He paid! I had my iPhone worked on by a colleague who has a knack for technology. He spent the better part of the afternoon trying to normalize my recently acquired auditory gizmo, which had developed a serious hiccup since I tried to sync it with my ITunes program. I did not succeed. I sunk it instead. It was a mess and thus chaotic when I tried to sync it with my auto Bluetooth. I actually got that done. How did I survive in the meantime is beyond me.

The truth is that while my phone was being worked on, critical messages that I should have seen were falling unnoticed into my exiled telephonic contraption. These were not run-of-the-mill messages. These were messages from the Alumni Awards Foundation, who is still mulling over the potential for an association with Thunderbird Academy. I spent a couple hours in serious discussions about their two-day visit to TAA. In the end certain decisions that were affecting me personally began to crystalize in my mind. The end result is that there will be a larger turnover in personnel next year at Thunderbird than previously planned. That will undoubtedly create more ripples in the community. There is a price for change, I guess. We are losing good people—but it’s still the right decision.

In any case, as a result of that longer than expected meeting, I ran over an hour late to a personnel committee in Glendale, Arizona. Thankfully that meeting and the ensuing school board meeting flowed with little turmoil. Nonetheless while in transit to that meeting I was caught up in a tense phone conversation with teacher who has decided to part ways with the system. It was hard to hear how my best intentions to help were misunderstood. The end result is a fractured relationship that I had been cultivating all year. It’s tough to try your best to do the right thing and to have your efforts misread.

Life would be so much more pleasant if we just talked to each other and not at each other. I will have to find comfort in the assurance I have from God that He will be faithful to me. He will make my intentions come to light in time. In the meantime—Thank God for this long day!