Work… Heigh Ho Heigh Ho
Work. . . . Heigh Ho Heigh Ho
2002-07-29, 11:30 a.m.
Here I am, back again, like some sort of purgatory. Like the Stephen King short story, That Feeling, You Can Only Say What it is in French, only I can’t think what my sin to deserve this might be.I so wish the direct cell would just take care of their own stuff, and not act like I was part of CH’s little band of minions. She’s got 2, that T-W-O 2, people to do this crap for her over there, but NOOOOOOooo, she’s gotta drop stuff on me. Not like I don’t have my own stuff. And their files are so screwed up! I can’t find a thing in there! They don’t input their stuff into the Shiplist, and they don’t get proper field checks. I am so sick of CH and CW and JS that I could scream sometimes.
I still feel bad for embarassing the DH yesterday, but dang it I really felt offended by the ‘opinion’ parts of the sermon. Worse yet I felt very convicted by the scripture portions. I felt like that was really speaking to me, and I should listen, but then the pastor would start spouting his own ideas again and I really felt like that wasn’t of God, like it wasn’t guided by Him only by the pastor. It was very confusing and conflicting.
I really want to find a new church, but nothing (and I don’t just mean churches) seems like a good fit here.
