Weekly Whinge 06 Jan 2007
It was nice to see the YAVs the other day. We had a rockin' time learning about Mardi Gras, eh? I'm pumped up. I also want more king cake. As soon as I can be reasonably assured that volunteers will feed me this month, I am blowing my entire food stipend on king cakes.
I've only worked a couple days thus far, and already I want to tear my hair out. We're having some scheduling snafus, and upon further investigation, I'm reasonable sure that they're not my fault. Perhaps there's just some communication error here, or something, but we'll see how that plays out. I'm also still working on our volunteer database project, which is sometimes challenging and sometimes tedious, but it's something to do.
We have a new pastor at First Pres. A new interim pastor, anyway. He's an old white guy, used to preach at some church in Metairie (I forget which... maybe it was John Calvin?). He's a lot easier to understand than the former interim pastor; he speaks a bit more slowly and enunciates more clearly. As we all know, enunciation is important in the church (or was that the annunciation?). He seems like an alright guy, though.
I need to get way more serious about hunting for jobs or I'm gonna get burned.
Since we're called to hold each other and ourselves accountable for our actions, and since I know I'm part of a loving community here, I must confess that I am in the grips of an addiction that I fear will destroy my health. It keeps me up all night and fills me with blissful feelings, but before long I know it will ravage my teeth, suppress my appetite, suck up all my money, and eventually prevent my organs from working properly. I am writing, of course, about jelly beans. My parents gave me a small bag of Jelly Bellys for Christmas and it takes all my willpower not to devour the whole bag. I can't help it. I'm addicted to those multicolored morsels of sugary goodness. I want to swim naked through an Olympic-size pool of jelly beans, picking out the ones that look good and munching on them. All that sugar flowing through my veins, assaulting my pancreas and kidneys, can't be good for me, but if jelly beans are wrong, I don't want to be right. Even 'normal' jelly beans, the non- Jelly Belly variety, are good. Except for those nasty licorice buggers. Those are just Good & Plenty in disguise, pretenders to the jelly bean throne. Good & Plenty? I say Gross & No Thanks. Long live jelly beans!
I've only worked a couple days thus far, and already I want to tear my hair out. We're having some scheduling snafus, and upon further investigation, I'm reasonable sure that they're not my fault. Perhaps there's just some communication error here, or something, but we'll see how that plays out. I'm also still working on our volunteer database project, which is sometimes challenging and sometimes tedious, but it's something to do.
We have a new pastor at First Pres. A new interim pastor, anyway. He's an old white guy, used to preach at some church in Metairie (I forget which... maybe it was John Calvin?). He's a lot easier to understand than the former interim pastor; he speaks a bit more slowly and enunciates more clearly. As we all know, enunciation is important in the church (or was that the annunciation?). He seems like an alright guy, though.
I need to get way more serious about hunting for jobs or I'm gonna get burned.
Since we're called to hold each other and ourselves accountable for our actions, and since I know I'm part of a loving community here, I must confess that I am in the grips of an addiction that I fear will destroy my health. It keeps me up all night and fills me with blissful feelings, but before long I know it will ravage my teeth, suppress my appetite, suck up all my money, and eventually prevent my organs from working properly. I am writing, of course, about jelly beans. My parents gave me a small bag of Jelly Bellys for Christmas and it takes all my willpower not to devour the whole bag. I can't help it. I'm addicted to those multicolored morsels of sugary goodness. I want to swim naked through an Olympic-size pool of jelly beans, picking out the ones that look good and munching on them. All that sugar flowing through my veins, assaulting my pancreas and kidneys, can't be good for me, but if jelly beans are wrong, I don't want to be right. Even 'normal' jelly beans, the non- Jelly Belly variety, are good. Except for those nasty licorice buggers. Those are just Good & Plenty in disguise, pretenders to the jelly bean throne. Good & Plenty? I say Gross & No Thanks. Long live jelly beans!