Please. Step away from the name tags.

I have never professed to be the best at any job I have ever had.  I have never been the most highly educated, most qualified....

I have however, worked at jobs quite consistently where, it starts small and then begins to grow.  It's been an amazing career.  Not one marked with high acclamation by the Queen or the PM, but you know what I mean.

This week, I ran my last conference for the time being.  I don't think there is another one until November.

This weeks conference was a collaboration with 3 of us spear heading the effort.  3 of me trying to organize a meeting.

Seriously.  One of us is going to get hurt....It didn't happen, but that was my initial thought.

So each of us, bring to the table what she does best, this thing is going off without a hitch.  And man, was I right.

I was sent a package, by one of the coordinators who couldn't be there, so all the paper work we needed arrived the Friday before.  That left me and the other coordinator to do the actual day-of stuff.  I arrived to work at 7 am--ready to get this show on the road.

I went to the PCC Learning Centre to get things organized and my cohort arrived at about 8.30.

We organized the tables and chairs, tables for food and registration.  Then we set to organize the registration table.

I take all the alphabetized name tags carefully out of the box laying them in alphabetical order in front of me, when I look over and my coworker has made a pyramid of her name tags.

I clutched my chest and exclaimed, "For the love of all things Holy.  Please.  Step away from the name tags before you hurt yourself."  Ok, I didn't, but I sure thought it!

I gently say to her, here, let me help you organize this.

We set to reorganizing it.  I had the A-M registration, all neatly lined up, ready for participants to come in.  As they start arriving, the N-Z was still mostly pyramid......

So, I quickly ran around the front of the table and said, excuse me, I can't help myself....and I take the "alphabetized" R, S and T pyramids and make them into nice, neat little rows and put them in order.  The "alphabetized" rows she had created were groupings of N and P names.  When I successfully calmed the OCD in me, I sat down and greeted everyone as they came in.

I have always known that my role in a team doesn't necessarily garner the biggest limelight.  I know that I am never going to be a Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief....but I do know that my role within the team dynamic is important.

Not everything goes the way I want it to, but in the end, it always seems to work itself out.

It's not the "Prodestant Work Ethic" that drives me, although it's there....I won't dismiss that.  There is however this keen knowledge of who I work for.

I'm not talking about VIHA.

I am talking about God.  I know that my job out of the home, in the home, in my community or wherever is to make the Father look good, to make my team look good.  I love that.  My employers have loved that, and do love that.

I had great compliments yesterday.  My email had compliments in it.  In fact, my coworker that I didn't get to see Monday sent me a message about how well I performed yesterday.

Kudos to Kim, Praise be to Jesus.