The parson was sitting in the lobby of the supervisor’s office thumbing through some literature when he was summoned.
“Hello, Parson, come on in.”
The parson followed the supervisor down the hall and into the conference room. Once there the discussion ensued about the parson’s service at his parish and headed into anticipations of what might be done once the parson decided to move on.
It was a good time. There were no issues where the two were not in agreement. No issues, that is, until ...
The supervisor handed the parson a computer printout that had been downloaded from the Episcopal Area computer. The parson stared at the sheet of paper.
“Do you mind if I see the form I mailed in before this meeting?”
The supervisor looked in the file and slid the papers across the table. The parson studied them.
“Look at this,” the parson said, pointing to a section of the evaluation forms. It was a section where the parson had filled in statistical data which he had been required to manually look up and some of which he’d had to determine with a calculator.
“What about it?”
“You had me spend all the time I did compiling these figures and you had them in the computer all the time.”
“Looks that way?”
“And you don’t see anything strange about that?”
“No, what’s the problem?”
The parson leaned forward and suggested, “Maybe we should end in prayer.”
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fantastic control there
Posted by: MMP | October 22, 2009 at 07:25 AM