I found Jesus...he was in a box of items for the store...
I am happy and content with life, currently. In the past two months, this is the first time I could say that I was happy and actually mean it. There is one special person to thank for a good deal of this, and she knows who she is (or better know who she is, haha). I’m still a fairly insecure person, continually worrying about people’s impression of me and walking around with the philosophy of “If you expect the worst, then you’ll have less disappointment” (which is horrible, don’t go by that), but I’m slowly working on fixing those things.
A few weeks ago, while working my usual volunteer shift at Global Folk Art, I did something that I’m probably going to hell for. The days are usually long and slow at the shop lately, turning a simple, 4 hour shift into on that seemingly lasts for days. You can only imagine my excitement when there is something else for me to do there besides sitting behind the counter and waiting for a customer, even stocking items can put a smile on my face some days. Anyway, a few weeks ago I was asked to stock all of the newly arrived items. It is always interesting to see what new pieces of art and such come into the store, so I had no problem with that at all. Things were going fine and smooth until I came across the small, carved statues of Jesus. There were about four of them in the box and the workmanship on them was very well done. I picked one up and flipped him around to examine the back, and at the exact same time…both of his arms flew off in different directions. At this point I just stammered and gawked at the armless Jesus statue in my hands with an “I’m sorry” look in my eyes, all the while thinking “Oh, shit! I’ve just dismembered Jesus!”
It took me a while to find both of his arms. Well, one was right next to my feet, but the other one had landed in some box that was filled to the bring with packing peanuts…and that was, inevitably, the last place I had decided to look a detached arm.
At first I was a bit mortified that I had actually broken the statue and, in turn, would have to purchase it myself, and $45 is a bit steep, even for a wooden Jesus statue. It was to my relief when I found out that the arms were removable and I had not somehow broken them off. I reattached the savior’s arms and picked up the other three statues that were in the box. I stacked them on one shelf or another and happened to glance back at them for a second. I had to do a “double-take” type glance as I noticed that the arms of one Jesus were slightly different then the other ones. While three of them had their arms outstretched with their thumbs pointing up, there was one with his arms outstretched but his thumbs pointing downwards. Upon a closer look, I realized that I had reattached Jesus’ left arm into his right socket and his right arm into his left socket, thus making them…backwards.
Never again will I try to construct my own Jesus doll…
A few weeks ago, while working my usual volunteer shift at Global Folk Art, I did something that I’m probably going to hell for. The days are usually long and slow at the shop lately, turning a simple, 4 hour shift into on that seemingly lasts for days. You can only imagine my excitement when there is something else for me to do there besides sitting behind the counter and waiting for a customer, even stocking items can put a smile on my face some days. Anyway, a few weeks ago I was asked to stock all of the newly arrived items. It is always interesting to see what new pieces of art and such come into the store, so I had no problem with that at all. Things were going fine and smooth until I came across the small, carved statues of Jesus. There were about four of them in the box and the workmanship on them was very well done. I picked one up and flipped him around to examine the back, and at the exact same time…both of his arms flew off in different directions. At this point I just stammered and gawked at the armless Jesus statue in my hands with an “I’m sorry” look in my eyes, all the while thinking “Oh, shit! I’ve just dismembered Jesus!”
It took me a while to find both of his arms. Well, one was right next to my feet, but the other one had landed in some box that was filled to the bring with packing peanuts…and that was, inevitably, the last place I had decided to look a detached arm.
At first I was a bit mortified that I had actually broken the statue and, in turn, would have to purchase it myself, and $45 is a bit steep, even for a wooden Jesus statue. It was to my relief when I found out that the arms were removable and I had not somehow broken them off. I reattached the savior’s arms and picked up the other three statues that were in the box. I stacked them on one shelf or another and happened to glance back at them for a second. I had to do a “double-take” type glance as I noticed that the arms of one Jesus were slightly different then the other ones. While three of them had their arms outstretched with their thumbs pointing up, there was one with his arms outstretched but his thumbs pointing downwards. Upon a closer look, I realized that I had reattached Jesus’ left arm into his right socket and his right arm into his left socket, thus making them…backwards.
Never again will I try to construct my own Jesus doll…