A Day in the Life of.....

It's raining out side.  I'm tired.  Why??  Let me tell why with a description of a typical day.

We arise about six (Sis. P is usually up before that).  We rush through scripture reading and other study, getting ready, fixing our sack lunch, and cold cereal.  We leave for the office about 7:30 AM arriving about 10 to eight.  (Elder and Sis. C are always there before we arrive.  I think they sleep at the office.)  I turn on my computer and check for messages.  I have three new oil changes that are needed which will need letters to the missionaries, payment over the phone with my credit card when done, and all the paperwork put back in the computer.  I now prepare a report on vehicles for the Monday morning staff meeting at which the President casually mentions that six new vehicles are waiting to be picked at the ford dealership.  I round up people to help, sign my life away, bring them back to the office, and prepare glove box packets with insurance, credit card and log book.  I then have to prepare 5-way files for each to track miles, repairs, service, accidents, and new car info., and its only noon.  I then work with the President as to where the new cars will be assigned.  He will take them out this next two weeks to zone conf. and trade them for the old (those with about 55,000+ miles) vehicles which I will then turn into a used car salesman. 


Yes folks, go on a mission and sell cars.  Now there is a good advertising line to attract new sr. missionaries.  I have to prep them, contact potential buyers, advertise (they are great deals.  You want one?  They are well maintained and in excellent shape). 

Then my cell phone rings.  "Elder P.  This is Sis. Goodlife.  Someone ran into us.  What do we do?"  Or, "This is Elder Hansom.  My car stopped in the middle of the road and won't start.  What do I do?"  By the way these phone calls go on at all hours that missionaries are awake.  They didn't tell me that I need to get my cell phone surgically implanted on my hip.  (See earlier blog post).

The next day Sis. P, the financial and housing specialist take a load of furniture to a new Elders apt. about 150 miles north in Kentucky.  That kills the whole day.  The cell phone keeps ringing. 

Zone Conf. inspections

This week is new missionary week where I give training and collect driver information in preparation to giving permission to drive a mission car.  The next day we go to the temple with departing missionaries.  The next few days are zone conferences where we usually inspect the cars.  We don't have to this time as the President is departing in a week and is just saying good by.

That was Monday.  Now for the rest of the week. (Maybe more duties later).   Now you can catch a hint as to why you should not wait until you are 70 to go on a mission. 

Elder and Sister P.