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So after that whole a minister walks in and says “I like your blog” gig, I was walking into another meeting for the church. They’ve caught on that I’m a writer, because my therapist, Gary, says I have to start telling people it’s what I do, “I’m a writer.” They’ve caught on, because I’ve told them. That’s how I began helping with the Sunday School Curriculum. If these people had any clue to my psyche. They do now, because the words, “Well, can I do it and NOT work kids?” Actually came out of my mouth…again. Even better, they said yes. So, I’m walking into Sunday School Curriculum meeting when I see most of the staff circled around the work desk area in the church office.
Being my hilarious self that I think I am, I greet them all with, “Is this an intervention?” It looks like they’ve lured me in and that’s what it is, an intervention. They’ve found me out, they’re letting me go. I’ve never been fired from being from a volunteer (it’s hard to fire someone who doesn’t volunteer). But I think I’m about to be ousted.
They all laugh at my very funny joke and then new Administrator guy says, “Well, hahahah, if you mean by volunteering in the front office, then yes, it’s your very own intervention.”
That’s where the funny stops. Because I’ve gotten myself into a little too much fun at the church. Which is weird. I mean, a few months ago, I was a part of a church which I’m pretty sure had no idea what my talents were, and didn’t care. I’m pretty sure that church doesn’t don’t ask for volunteers. They might TELL you what to do, but since they refused to make eye contact with me, they never told me to do anything but give them money. Which I didn’t.
Anyways, it’s been a while since I’ve been active in a church. And by “a while” I mean like 20 years. I’ve gone from you might or might not see me on Sunday, depending on the holiday, but probably not _ to, can I get an office here since I’m up here so much? I’m actually trying to cut back on volunteering at this church I love to hang out at. So when Administrator guy asks if I could volunteer, my initial response is “Sure! What do you need?!” But I can’t say it outloud. Gary, my writing therapist, and Ricardo say I shouldn’t, anyways.
Instead I joke right back with new Administrator guy, “Well, if by ‘volunteering’ you mean paid part time position…then yes, I’m here for this intervention!” Hahahaha.
Famous last words. Careful what you one up someone about with your quick wit, Les. It turns out new Administrator guy did indeed need volunteers and they are also offering a paying position to work in the office part_time. Which is funny in a put yourself out there in the universe kind of way, because I needed a part time job.
Just the very day before all this hub bub in the church office went down, I’d been solidifying how to quit teaching. I’m burnt out, had enough, or as my kids like to say, “Always angry at students.” In my quest to be that writer, Ricardo supported my decision to quit teaching, and write.
Getting a part_time job was my idea. I had a small list of requirements:
1. Work at office, away from home. Leave work at the office. Never bring it home.
2. I have to enjoy the people I’m working with. No A_holes. And they all have to laugh at my jokes.
3. Whatever the job is, I want to be useful and helpful and smile a lot.
I’d started searching around on the internet for part_time jobs, but I could tell quickly that my very basic job requirements were possibly too high of a bar set. Until I walked into the church and all this interventionness happened.
I’m not so naive to believe that an entire church staff is fun to work for simply because it’s a church. It’s probably the opposite in most other churches. But not this one _ they are down_to_earth, uplifting, humble and fun folk. Every day I go to work eager and happy. I joke with the rest of the staff, and by contract _ because I made them write it in _ they laugh at all of my very funny jokes.
Had you told me a couple of years ago that I’d be working as a secretary (new Administrator guy keeps telling me I’m an Administrative Assistant, but that assigns too much responsibility to me…so I secretly go with the title of secretary behind his back. Shhh, don’t tell him) for a church, I’d probably have laughed in your face. But here we are, almost 40 years old, Master’s degree _ and part_time secretary for my church. And I couldn’t be happier about it.
That’s how I roll.
Song of the day: Happy Working Song by Amy Adams from the Enchanted Soundtrack Click on this link. It’s EXACTLY what I look like at work.
This is my time clock.