1) I'll be honest, I thought I'd have more time to blog since I'd be, once again, sitting behind a computer for most of the day. Silly me. You know, I feel like a complete dork when I say that my job is demanding. Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm JUST a church secretary. I don't have to save lives, or negotiate with terrorists. I don't even have to go to meetings or teach anyone anything. As far as jobs go, it isn't very important in the scheme of things, but daggum if I don't come home from work everyday feeling like I've had to run a military obstacle course while someone fires tennis balls at me from an air cannon.
I could actually go on and on about why the job is currently frustrating, but it would take a long time. It isn't even anything really huge, just a lot of little things that have suddenly come to light that nobody noticed before. I can't finish one project without someone coming by and finding something else that needs to be done RIGHT NOW, and it all gets tangled up and the daily stuff can barely get finished. I'm hoping that eventually we can get everything caught up and fixed so that I won't dread going to work everyday. 'Cause right now, I do.
Office work aside, I've realized it's hard to work for a church in other ways. There are so many people who call or come by asking for help. Some people need food, which we can provide as long as our benevolence pantry has been stocked. Most people need money, which we can't provide because we just don't have the funds. So many people call asking if we help with rent, utilities, and things like that, and there's nothing we can do for them. It's depressing as hell. Then we have the people who call with hard luck stories and come by with their hands out, but they're scammers. They want the church to give them money, or pay bills, or give them food and what it all comes down to is that they want something for nothing. We've even had someone call asking if we'd pay their cable bill! We've had people come by crying because they don't have money for this or that, and when offered a short time job to earn the money, because that kind of pay can be worked out, they never come back. That's depressing in a whole other way. It also makes me angry, because I can't tell the difference between those who truly need help and the ones who just go from church to church asking for handouts. I'll be almost in tears thinking about the sick, little old lady who comes by asking to just pray with the pastor, only to find out that she comes by every so often to scam for money and the whole "Just want to pray with the pastor" thing is her way to get a foot in the door.
I love my church, and I love the people I'm working with, but I'm swiftly losing faith in humanity by working there.
2) Thanksgiving was great, thanks for asking! Once again we traveled to Georgia to spend the holiday with our Puckett and McGee family, minus a couple of them due to a wedding up north. Our food was awesome, seriously, the turkey was the best we've ever made in my humble opinion, and except for an unfortunate canned sweet potato incident and the fact that I accidentally booby-trapped the coleslaw (I answered the age old question of how much cayenne pepper is really too much), everything was wonderful. When we weren't eating, we were hanging out, playing games, and watching silly TV shows together. The only difference is that we didn't do Christmas together that week. Since Greg's wife and daughter were at the wedding, we've decided to put it off until another time when everyone can be there!
3) Ha! I was such an idiot the other day! I had to go to Target to do some grocery shopping, and there were just TONS of people in there. It was a cold day, so most of them were drinking cups of whatever from the Starbucks at the front of the store. (That's important, I promise.) As I was walking down an aisle, my foot slipped in some brown liquid. I was wearing my Fuggs (Fake Uggs, if you don't already know) and the soles of them have very little traction. Anytime I walk on something wet or slick, I slide around. Luckily I didn't fall down, but I thought that someone must've spilled their coffee and no one had come by to clean it up. How rude, right? Well, I walked a little further, and I slipped again. Again, it was some brown liquid, and I thought that maybe someone had a hole in their cup and didn't realize it. As I walked, my feet kept slipping in dribbles of this brown stuff. I slipped and slid so much that it got stupid and I started laughing. I couldn't figure out how in the world I was managing to walk in the exact path of the person with the leaky coffee cup! I even started weaving the basket, just to see if I could get out of the path of it. It wasn't till I stopped in the meat section for a second and AGAIN slipped in a big puddle of stuff that I realized one of the Coke Zero bottles in my cart had a leak, and I'd been bobbing and weaving all over the store trying to get away from the "coffee" on the floor, only to be spreading it all over the place myself! I felt like such an idiot, and I'm glad no one else slipped and fell because of me. At least I helped clean it up! That's got to count for something, right?