at work, making a printed label for male colleague: "you are so efficient. i bet you keep your husband fed and happy."
thanks?
moses 1
we recently taught this sunday school lesson, and it was going great until the conversation about satan's influence started dragging a little. i asked if anyone had any last comments about that section of the lesson, and a woman in the very, very back (all combined) bouncing her baby raised her hand. she started going on about all the evil in the world and 'people taking roles they don't belong in' and the threat of gay marriage and 'the feminist movement' and women wanting the priesthood...
as she kept talking i could feel myself glazing over. for real?
when she got done i stumbled around my words and said some b.s. about focusing on personal revelation and kindness and not working about 'big picture topics.' i kept thinking about it all afternoon. i was mortified that the moment had come and i failed to stand up for myself and for others there who might have thought like i did.
if i could go back in time this is what i would say:
"well, i'm a feminist and i think there is room for a lot of different view points in the gospel, which is one thing that's so great about it. i also think we don't know the answers to a lot of questions and, like the articles of faith say, we believe many things will still be revealed. it's important to focus on faith and building others up."
oh i wish i could change it.
as she kept talking i could feel myself glazing over. for real?
when she got done i stumbled around my words and said some b.s. about focusing on personal revelation and kindness and not working about 'big picture topics.' i kept thinking about it all afternoon. i was mortified that the moment had come and i failed to stand up for myself and for others there who might have thought like i did.
if i could go back in time this is what i would say:
"well, i'm a feminist and i think there is room for a lot of different view points in the gospel, which is one thing that's so great about it. i also think we don't know the answers to a lot of questions and, like the articles of faith say, we believe many things will still be revealed. it's important to focus on faith and building others up."
oh i wish i could change it.
veggie tyrant
"why would someone who's a vegetarian ever marry someone who eats mostly meat? you're kind of just setting yourself up for a grumpy, unsatisfied husband if all you cook is veggies." --employee
ooooor picky spouses can just cook their own f***ing food. and maybe happiness in marriage could be based on something other than what one spouse cooks.
(on a serious note tho, they may have probs--i guess?--when kids come in the picture, if it's something that matters a lot to them.)
ooooor picky spouses can just cook their own f***ing food. and maybe happiness in marriage could be based on something other than what one spouse cooks.
(on a serious note tho, they may have probs--i guess?--when kids come in the picture, if it's something that matters a lot to them.)
nightmares
i still have nightmares about my student employees ganging up on me to get the wages, hours, and allowances they thought they deserved. i wake up stressed and irritated. this shows a combination of how pathetic i am and how truly bad it really was. so glad they are gone.
just no
people treat secretaries like crap, period. especially when you are a 24 year old woman and they are an older man or woman. when people from the university come in, if i don't give them exactly what they want the first time (which is a problem when they usually don't know what they're talking about, or i have to ask questions to clarify what they mean), they will literally interrupt or turn away from me while i'm talking and ask for one of the men managers. they think i don't know what i'm talking about.
after telling a gentleman on monday that we don't do receiving in the reception area and directing him to the warehouse, he said "no i'll just leave this right here and you can tell him it's here." excuse me?
this morning a lady said "kurt asked me to pick up a table from the northwest corner of the building." ok, who is kurt? is it public surplus? there isn't anything in that corner of the building, do you know anything else ab-- "is the boss here? i'll just ask him." excuse me?
that is all.
after telling a gentleman on monday that we don't do receiving in the reception area and directing him to the warehouse, he said "no i'll just leave this right here and you can tell him it's here." excuse me?
this morning a lady said "kurt asked me to pick up a table from the northwest corner of the building." ok, who is kurt? is it public surplus? there isn't anything in that corner of the building, do you know anything else ab-- "is the boss here? i'll just ask him." excuse me?
that is all.
feb 3
this is the day we are moving in to our new apartment. i am beyond excited. and i think i'm going to go back to church. for real, guyz. all three hours, every sunday.
wish me luck.
wish me luck.
dad
tonight i barely missed a call from home. i called back and my dad answered. he sounded tired. he told me he just wanted to call and see how i was. almost as soon as he had said this, he started his usual goodbye spiel, "well, i just wanted to see how you were, that's the only reason i really called." i hadn't talked to him about anything yet, so i was confused. my connection was bad so we both kept cutting out. "hello? hello?" it might have just been my imagination, but his voice sounded helpless and a little panicked. i told him i'd send him an email soon so we could talk more.
my mom texted me later to tell me that when he hung up the phone, he started to cry.
a few mornings ago, sam told me i had been crying out for my dad in my sleep.
i feel like he will be doing fine until one day, he will just be gone. my mom shared with a few of us that one night last week he couldn't get to sleep--he kept waking up, terrified, just this intense fear of going to sleep all through his body. "don't leave me tonight," she told him as she held him and he finally fell asleep.
i have been doing fine, and he has been doing fine. but that deep, cold pain and fear are starting to come back.
my mom texted me later to tell me that when he hung up the phone, he started to cry.
a few mornings ago, sam told me i had been crying out for my dad in my sleep.
i feel like he will be doing fine until one day, he will just be gone. my mom shared with a few of us that one night last week he couldn't get to sleep--he kept waking up, terrified, just this intense fear of going to sleep all through his body. "don't leave me tonight," she told him as she held him and he finally fell asleep.
i have been doing fine, and he has been doing fine. but that deep, cold pain and fear are starting to come back.
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