For many years I worked as an assistant to a high profile company executive. I ran his diary, arranged his meetings, booked flights, hotels, organised managers meetings, organised social events, liaised with other company executives. All the usual stuff a personal assistant would do. It was a highly responsible position.
My husband and I were regular JWs, going out in field service most Saturdays and Sundays. After we had been out I would note down our hours and placements in my field service notebook, and then at the end of the month tally up all figures and fill in our report slips, then hand them in to our study conductor. I did this for years. One time we had a new study conducter and, after observing me fill in our reports, he commented that it wasn't right for me to be filling in my husband's report. He refused to take my husbands report off me - he said I needed to show it to my husband first so he could check it was correct. I actually laughted because I thought he was joking, then I realised he was deadly serious. This was an elder in his late 40s who had been brought up as a JW so I was completely shocked by his attitude.
Me and my husband had a real laugh about it on the way home. He remarked that if the then United States Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, and her husband became JWs, who was going to tell he she couldn't be trusted to fill in her husband's report?
At the end of every month when I was due to fill in the reports, I would whisper to my husband during the meeting, "just call me Condoleeza," and we would stifle our laughter. I'm glad we were able to find the funny side of it, otherwise I might have just punched the elder.