To those who have seen "Serenity," you know that that special hell is, in part, reserved for those who talk in the movie theater. At work, I have discovered it includes more:
People who ask me to tape up their box. Watch me do it. Then make me reopen it because they forgot to put something in it.
People who send their letter or package, pay for it, then on the way out the door work up enough courage to ask questions about what they just did. (i.e. will I get notification back on that? Is that insured? Will you mark that as fragile?)
People who come in, look around at the empty lobby and say, "Well, this is a first!" "What happened to all the people!" This wouldn't be so bad if it didn't happen every hour, and everyone said the EXACT same thing! I am sometimes hard pressed to respond with civility and pretend that it is, indeed, a shock, and not the obvious result of an economic depression. How many years into the 30's did it take for people to not be surprised that a bad economy meant no one was buying anything?
People who lie to me, saying they are sending a book and want the media rate, when I can hear a box full of golf balls.
People who try to bypass the line because they "just have to buy a stamp."
People who fill out the addresses on a padded envelope only to discover that it's not big enough to send their book, and have to get a larger one.
People who insist on borrowing my tape gun instead of letting me do it, proceed to cut themselves deeply and bleed all over my counter and their package.
Annoying, 60-ish, ex-military (I think) woman with short hair and no makeup: "why are you looking so old an tired today?"
Caleb: "Excuse me?"
Woman: "Right here around your eyes, really baggy and wrinkly."
She obviously hasn't looked in the mirror recently.
Caleb: "That's kind of rude."
Woman: "Well you know me."
Caleb: "Yes, I do."
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In other news, I have been called as Ward Organist. Now, if only I'd ever played an organ....
Apparently, the bishopric was unperturbed when I pointed out that at least a dozen members played better than I, and that if those members were unable or unwilling to dust off their talents, and the bishopric was okay scraping the bottom of the barrel, then I would be happy to attempt a new talent, and that after hearing me, they were free to release me anytime after the Spirit is dissonantly driven out of the meetings.....we'll see I guess.
Who decided it was a smart idea to play notes with your feet! Idiots.
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In other news, I got an email from a girl I baptized on my mission. She was a worker in a camera and watch shop, and since she was single we didn't really want to teach her. But we gave her a BofM and astoundingly she read it and prayed about it and was baptized. She stopped attending church a few years later like most I baptized. She moved in with a guy and had a baby a few years ago. Last summer she started going back to church, and her boyfriend started taking the discussions. They got married and are going through the temple next month to be sealed. They both have callings in the church. Vindication that your mission was not a failure is a good thing. WOOT!
