those little girls in green….
I am really annoyed. Annoyed at all things girl scout, actually. So annoyed, in fact, that when they came knocking on my door offering to sell cookies- I did not answer.
That’s right, I ignored them…
Oh, the willpower it took.
WASTE OF TIME apparently, because my husband opened the door on their second round through the ‘hood and purchased a horde of Samoas.
Other than venting my frustrations to my husband, (and secretly wishing those coconut and caramel replicas of heaven were here so that I could show those girl scouts whose boss) I’ve pretty much kept my Girl Scout issue to myself.
Until now… I was deep into a project when life jolted me out of concentration and I realized that I needed a break. In normal fashion, I pulled up my reader and saw that one of my favorite bloggers, Darcie had posted about her own Girl Scout issue. It were as though blogger suddenly became my own support group forum. Before, I considered it some unspoken crime to badmouth the Scouts who are girls, (everyone already bad mouths the boys with their popcorn and calendar sales. Poor boys.) but today I saw that I was mistaken…
Issue numero uno-
Several years ago Gen wanted to be in. I went to the orientation meeting and got weaseled into saying i would be willing to help with a new troop. Before I knew it, I had mom’s calling me. I was listed as the leader of the new troop. There was no way I had time for that, so I declined gracefully and informed them that if that’s what was expected in order for my daughter to be a girl scout, she’d be pulling out as well.
They bid us goodbye.
Fast forward to an entirely new state, and issue numero dos-
Genny wants to be a girl scout. Several mom’s give me the number for the head office of troups in this area. I call. And call. For 12 weeks, I call once a week. No one phones me back. Cookie sales begin (in 2008) and I chalk it up to that. It gets pushed to the wayside until School begins, in September. Miraculously I phone them, and get a live person. “We’d love to have her! Print the registration form from our website and mail it in with her registration fee.”
The woman was pleasant and I was happy.
I printed. I filled out. I mailed. I waited.
And on January 4th, a little girl came to our door selling cookies and I blew. Instead of answering the door I called. And called. And then, a few days later the newsletter for girl scouts and their families, in our area, was emailed to me. I replied and got a very nice woman. I explained the situation and she responded immediately. She CC’d me on an email to someone “higher up”, saying this should resolve the “mix up”.
It’s the 21st. Are you as “shocked” as I am that I never heard anything back?