church state mishegoss
I'm back to feeding the football team, their coaches, trainers, and assorted camp followers at The Roost. There are wives and little children and other assorted non-students around. And then there's Pastor Bob.
Bob is an Assemblies of God preacher who has, apparently, a buddy at Eastern Washington University. He runs Chi Alpha, a campus prayer group, and Athlete Bible Study. It's creepy enough that this guy is on campus at all. He's my age, pervy-looking, and omnipresent in the student union where Baldy's rents space. He's always hanging around brainwashing witnessing in the public part of the building, which is also the dining room.
He sticks to the football team like a lamprey. Every lunch, every pre-game meal, there's Bob. Today he helped himself generously to my food, as he always does, hung out, watched TV and then talked to a football player who walked up with an open Bible in my dining room.
Whatever lifts your skirt godwise, until you start damning ME, and then, well, all's fair.
This guy's presence squicks me on oh, at least three levels. First, he puts out a vibe that makes the hair stand up on my neck. Then, he's preaching against me personally (well, okay, not PERSONALLY) on a couple counts, which tends to sour relations. And he's doing so at a public university that gives him access, apparently as a chaplain, where there must be no chaplain. He posts his flyers on "Administration Only" billboards with stamped-on university approval.
Bob makes me so uncomfortable that I think I should maybe take the question to HR. Is that crazy?
Bob is an Assemblies of God preacher who has, apparently, a buddy at Eastern Washington University. He runs Chi Alpha, a campus prayer group, and Athlete Bible Study. It's creepy enough that this guy is on campus at all. He's my age, pervy-looking, and omnipresent in the student union where Baldy's rents space. He's always hanging around brainwashing witnessing in the public part of the building, which is also the dining room.
He sticks to the football team like a lamprey. Every lunch, every pre-game meal, there's Bob. Today he helped himself generously to my food, as he always does, hung out, watched TV and then talked to a football player who walked up with an open Bible in my dining room.
Whatever lifts your skirt godwise, until you start damning ME, and then, well, all's fair.
This guy's presence squicks me on oh, at least three levels. First, he puts out a vibe that makes the hair stand up on my neck. Then, he's preaching against me personally (well, okay, not PERSONALLY) on a couple counts, which tends to sour relations. And he's doing so at a public university that gives him access, apparently as a chaplain, where there must be no chaplain. He posts his flyers on "Administration Only" billboards with stamped-on university approval.
Bob makes me so uncomfortable that I think I should maybe take the question to HR. Is that crazy?