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12:42 p.m. - December 28, 2005 Sometimes I�m knee deep in donor relations; sometimes I am working on tricky IRS issues for our donors, sometimes I�m dealing with prospect management and research. And sometimes I�m in charge of the sheep dip. However, a lot of what I do centers around the alumni and giving database, which has myriad data points that interrelate. The most important data we have on our alumni, parents and friends is their address information. Without that, we can�t mail to them, can�t find them, can�t do a lot. During this time of year, that�s quite crucial, because it�s calendar year end and always our busiest time of the year. So I�ve got about 11,000 active alumni and almost 60,000 records total to be worried about. (Now, I�m not usually worried about them because I trust for the most part that our data is correct. I am cleaning up about 1830 alumni that did not have phone numbers but in reality that turned out to be 800 phone numbers we could use � and I have 430 addresses left to check. Tedium is my life right now). I�m in tune with databases, especially databases that generate mailings. I get amused when I get mail at our house addressed to: � My late father in law. While Liz was working on the estate, she had the mail forwarded to our house in Zionsville. Right now, the AARP is the only one that doesn�t have a clue � and we told the AARP just a few days after he died that he passed on. Hmmmm�. So far, no junk mail addressed to Katie or Kristin, yet. What this is saying is that the above firms aren�t really paying attention to their addresses, their customers, or their finances. The AARP has sent me introductory mailings already (none for Liz, and she�s OLDER than I am). Around when I turned 40, they sent me something inviting me to join. Now, someone, somewhere must have mis-keyed a digit in my birth date. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. I looked at my profile on the search service (note: I can find out where YOU are and where you have been � but I only use it for forces of good and righteousness). I use and my birth year is right there. So I dunno where they got the idea I was born in 1955. The one that really makes me chuckle is a mailing I received about three weeks ago. It invited me to join the VFW. Now, my Dad was in World War II, on the USS Enterprise. My grandfather fought in World War I. My brother and sister were in the military, and my sister�s ex-husband also was in the military for quite a while. None of them have the same name as me, not even close. I never had the chance to get drafted, never even thought of serving, really. The Army really, really tried to get me to enlist during high school. They said I had one of the highest test scores ever on whatever test they let me take. (My Dad thought it would be a good idea to hear what they had to say � but he knew I�d never go. Besides, I weighed about 135 in high school and had the muscle tone of an anorexic gnat). I�m just not a military type of person, for many various and sundry reasons. But the VFW definitely thinks I served, somewhere. In this mailing, it greets me as a fellow veteran, and then asks me to fill out an information card. It asks me what branch I served in and what theater I served in. Wait a minute. If you guys are so smart and think I served, can�t you figure out where I served and what branch I was in? I�d love to see what THEY thought. (I did notice that you had several options to list � from WWII, through Bosnia, Afghanistan and Iraq. So the VFW is at least keeping up with the times.) However, I have no idea that I was considered a vet. I think there are only five or six people with my name in the entire country. Certainly someone could have done some due diligence here! Suppose the dude in Alabama is waiting for his VFW invitation on pins and needles, only to see that some pencil-necked geek in BFE Indiana got it? I can�t wait to see what comes next in my mailbox. Could it be junk mail for: � Zoroastrian�s Weekly I await the mail with baited breath!
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