My Best Friend’s Wedding, Job, and randomness

Last week was my best friend’s wedding, and I almost started to cry.  I had a writing…where I almost lost it.  Then the minister doing the wedding, my minister coincidentally enough, asked both of them to talk about how they met, and they both mentioned how I helped to introduce them…I started to sniffle.  It was beautiful!  This is the second wedding I’ve ever been to, the first being my step-sisters…and that wasn’t too stellar.  This was the exact opposite….and I don’t think I’ll ever be forgetting it.

It did make me realize how much I miss her being down in Savannah – I’ve considered looking for a job in Savannah and thought about moving down.  But, alas, my company is giving me a mini-raise, with a pretty hefty raise coming next year.  I don’t think I could be doing much better two and a half years outside of college with a bachelor’s…in Public Policy.  And I’ll be transitioning from teaching to all-training and management stuff….it’s indefinitely intriguing.  I’m starting to become more career-driven than I used to be.  I remember a long time ago coming up with a list of my priorities in life and work was number one.  Well, that was certainly accurate…and I think my company’s realizing it.

I’m starting to get geared up for NaNoWriMo in just over a month…I’ve got a structure for it in mind but no plot.  Just like last year

Weight watchers is going well -36 pounds so far since June, but more importantly I’m pretty sure its sustainable – I’m not depriving myself of my favorite food, pizza, last last time.

Update on last night’s vent!rant!

Well.  So apparently my church has evolved, especially my ministers.  The Assistant minitster just called to talk about my rant to talk about it and to make sure everything’s ok.  And it is   Vent’s gone, its taken care of, plan created, and now I get to deal with the maddness of work and everything else with this completely gone and a feeling of slight warm fuzziness there.   I wasn’t quite aware that the staff knew of this…so thanks for reading

Weight Watcher Maddness

So I was having a pretty shitty day (see prior post) when I roll in to Weight Watchers after a little quiet time at a bookstore.  It was an odd weight watcher week for me – some days I did great, a lot of days I under ate to tell you the truth, I worked out an hour on Wednesday, and last night was all kids of screwy – I was up almost all night, didn’t eat a lot, and got a lot of exercise running after middle schoolers.  But friday night I went out to eat with da boss and have a burger and fries.  I had that twice over the week actually.  But I reemphasized getting my water in.

So I wasn’t sure what to expect.

I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to lost seven pounds this week.  Seven pounds!  What the hell?!?  Where did that one come from.  I hit not only 25 pounds but 30 pounds lost.

And I did something that brought out the drama queen in me.

Like most people, I have 3 different belts.  I’ve got a fat belt, a fatter belt, and a fattest belt.  Well, my fattest belt was too big.  It’s happened before, but this time instead of keeping it in the closet I went to my weight watcher meeting and cut the belt in half.

I know that if I keep my fat clothes around, I’m going to want to rely on them as a safety net, so if I do gain the weight back then it’s ok, because I’ve still got clothes for it.

Not this time around.  When the clothes get too big to be salvageable, it’s getting thrown away or donated.  No more safety net!  Except one certain outfit – that’s my “before” outfit I look forward to wearing one day and getting lost in a sea of fabric.

To Whom it May Concern – a Church Vent

To Whom it May Concern:

I got to church yesterday at 6:00p.m. and left at 12:00noon today.  I was there all night for the kick off middle school lock-in, with about 10 middle schoolers than I was expecting (29 were there.)  After dealing with a rather difficult 30-40 minutes trying to berate the kids to bed, and dealing with which advisor sleeps where since we were sort on female advisors, I got about 3 hours of sleep on the floor on top of my sleeping bag, waking up to clean up the place with my middle schoolers.  Immediately after this, I was the lead greeter/usher for the first, Ingathering service, my it was my first time being a lead greeter/usher…and I know I could have done such a better job than I did and I was getting stressed because of that.

Just a little background.

I didn’t appreciate it when you came up to me while I was lead greeting trying to coordinate volunteers who hadn’t ever greeted/ushered before, and trying to get everything perfect, people welcomed, to the kick off to the church year to talk about non-greeting-related-things.  I especially didn’t appreciate it when you wanted to talk for a few minutes.  And when you started laying in to me about how if I don’t attend a meeting THAT I CAN’T MAKE BECAUSE I HAVE A JOB THAT’S NOT NINE TO FUCKING FIVE that our group is going to lose “official status” which right then, and now frankly, I could care less about since I was in the middle of doing something more important than that conversation, I get a little f’n annoyed.  And although I can send someone else to the meeting if I want….if this is the damn attitude I’m going to get then why bother, and also these people have jobs/school as well they need to take care of.  I went through this bs before with a prior minister and we went “unofficial” for a year…and yet somehow we doubled in size during that period.  And, I *am* pretty sure I know what I’m doing, since I started one of these two years ago which started off with one group, and now has cleaved and cleaved into what’s about to be 4 groups.  You KNOW I can’t make these meetings, you even mentioned that.  I am getting tired of this church when I’m guilted for missing things because I don’t work a 9 to 5 job.  

I *almost* started yelling right in the middle of the greeting area for you to get off my back.  I’m pretty proud of myself that I didn’t.

So next time, please come off less confrontational, because you’ve got me questioning if I want to bother leading an “official group” when I have to deal with crap like this.  And if the policy is “you have to attend this meeting, or else” then that policy just plumb has to change.  Shockingly enough, it’s not the 1950s anymore – we don’t have to attend a meeting for everything.  We have technology that should be letting us evolve past the meeting-or-else philosophy.  Our church needs to evolve past this, because I know I’m not the only one who can’t make weeknight meetings and yet I too have worthwhile ideas to contribute.  How about we do the training at 10:00am?  That works great for me.  Or how about 11:00pm?  Those sound undoable to you probably – so does a 7:00 meeting for me.

And, golly gee, why is it I feel like a year ago I went through this already?