In a Faded Black Shirt

I went to the front of the church and became an official member of FBC! It’s a funny feeling joining a church, standing alone as an adult. The only church I’ve ever been a member of is the Baptist Church in Seminole. And even though I had been thinking about joining FBC for a couple of weeks now, as the invitation began to play I had last minutes jitters about things such as “I’m leaving the church I was baptized at,” and other things of that sort, but I can honestly say I’m happy with my decision. I had needed to find a church home and family for quite some time now, but had never made the plunge. After going to the worship service only for a couple of weeks, I started attending a Sunday school class last week and am really excited about it. I think it will be good for me to have a group of people that I can meet and fellowship with. About 15 of us went bowling last night, and I’m sure that none of you will be surprised to know that I am, without a doubt, the absolute worst bowler. Oh well, humility is one of life’s many good-humored lessons.

They Say it Happens...

But you don’t believe them.

We’ve all played the get to you know your neighbor, coworker, whatever by humiliating yourself and sharing with the world your most embarrassing moment. Time after time, I’ve heard the whole toilet paper stuck to the bottom of your shoe bit and I wasn’t buying it. Until….

It happened to me. I’m exiting the ladies room and happen to look over my shoulder to say hello to a coworker. She motions for me to stop, puts her hand on my shoulder, and points out that I have something stuck to my shoe. I look down and low and behold I do have something stuck to my shoe, but by “something” she meant toilet paper. She is so kind as to help me with the unsticking of my sticky situation, as I look for a trash can to throw away the evidence. Turns out that throwing away the evidence doesn’t really masquerade anything, when you realize that this whole scenario happened in front of the coffee shop windows. That’s right folks, if you’re going to embarrass yourself, you might as well have an audience; which is not a comforting feeling to have seeing as how I’m going on a company sponsored hunting trip this afternoon. Fingers crossed!

I Think it would have been Better had I Said.....

If I tell you something, will you keep it between the two of us? Rather than saying (to my only female coworker) "Can the two of us have a moment that we never tell anyone about?" The problem with me and my mouth is that 73% of the time I don't realize that I've just said something that is likely to haunt me for the rest of my days spent around that particular, tortured listener. No, I don't realize I've said something that could possibly be misconstrued until I see the look on their face. Which in this case was a mix between "I've just outed my coworker and she wants me!" Thursday!

The Randomness That Is...

A white mouse running across the road. And not just any road, a busy road in Lubbock. On my way home from a much needed Wal-Mart trip, I noticed a very peculiar looking piece of trash moving along the road in a funny manner. (I'm very observant like that - odd, but true) I then notice that this "piece of trash" looks somewhat, no exactly, like a white mouse and seems to be dodging traffic. Hence, the randomness that is a white mouse running across the road. I've seen a lot of things on a lot of roads, but never a white mouse. Oh! Which leads me to my second on-the-road story for the day. While I was in Seminole this weekend, I was driving with my Mom back to my parents house when something (once again) crossed my path. One might guess that it was a chicken, right? Right, because that is something totally normal to see on any 'ole plain-jane residential street. Goodnight all, although I'm nowhere near hitting the sack. I have $135 worth of groceries to put up. Yippee!

It's Not My Job

After my alarm went off for the fourth time and after hitting snooze again, I snuggled up in bed and began to think about my job. I like what I do. At this stage in the game for me, it’s challenging. I’m learning new things and I love it. I work with a great group of people and for the first time in a long time, I’m working towards something I really want to do. I like my job. This leads me to the conclusion, that it’s not my job that causes such disdain for my alarm clock. It’s not my job that makes me loathe having to get up so early and try to look professional. It’s not my job that has taken the fun out of making my coffee. No, my job is not to blame. Plain and simple, it’s my bed, my wonderful, cozy, snuggly, soft bed. It’s an easy diagnosis really – I like my job, I would just rather still be in bed!

Two Things I Feel Must be Discussed

1. The Bank’s elevators are a little less than safe.
2. Somewhere a security guard is laughing at me.

Let me explain.

Elevator doors, typically, are meant to open if something (i.e. a foot, purse, small child) is in their path. This is not a hard concept to follow. The elevator doors begin to close. A last minute would-be rider shoots a leg / arm out, directly in between the already closing doors. In a perfect world, not even so much perfect as it is safe, the doors open and said rider hops on and is whisked away to their desired floor. Not the case when you dare the elevators that I just got done dealing with.

I’m walking past them. Where am I heading? Back to my office, up one floor. The elevator dings, I have an inner-battle with myself and decide to be lazy, and take the elevator up one floor. The doors begin to close, I reassure myself that if I stick my foot in between the closing doors, that my foot’s presence will be detected, the doors will magically open just for me, and I can save myself 16 steps and ride to glory.

It goes more like this. I rush closer to the elevator, put my right foot at great risk and thrust it in between the doors. The doors, seemingly moving at a higher rate of speed, continue closing, resulting in me jerking my foot out of the way and making for one of the most narrow escape attempts ever.

I turn and head towards the stairs, kicking myself for being so lazy, only to notice the camera pointed directly at me that recorded the whole incident. Hence, somewhere a security guard is laughing at me. Both blogger and foot are recovering nicely.