I volunteer at the Alzheimer's Association corporate offices every week at the same time. They have been experiencing lots of staff turnover, including the Executive Director leaving. While searching for a new candidate for the position, an interim Executive Director was named. Every Thursday for the past 5 weeks, as I enter the office the interim Executive Director manages to greet me. This is not a planned encounter. I've noticed he lingers at his office door. Without fail, the conversation goes something like this.
"Hi there, I am Robert," He says as he offers me his hand to shake.
"Hi, I am Michelle, a volunteer," I respond.
"Nice to meet you Michelle! We love volunteers here. We couldn't get by without you. Now what do you help with?" He asks each time as though following a script.
"I help with whatever is needed. Usually putting together packets," I say.
"Well it has been a pleasure meeting you. Thanks for all you do," He says.
Every week, the same conversation. This week, I broke out into laughter at the irony of memory loss at the Alzheimer's Association. I felt like I was living in a scene from Groundhog's Day.