Keys @ MindSay

This Picture Pretty Much Sums Up My Day,
Dont Ask,
Mushroom Bag Is Called Robert

And This Ones Called Bruce.
I Have Another Friend Called Brice, Hes A Conem, But I Havent Got A picture Yet,

Yeah I Know What Your Thinking,
I'd Tap That Mushroom Bag Anyday.

Alright, I promise to stop blogging about work... after tonight, lol.  I turned my keys in last night... today was my official last day, but I had absolutely nothing to do, so I turned in my keys last night and didn't go in (yet another think that makes working for a church different than almost any other job in the world... my list continues to grow).  On the way home, I gave my parents a ring, just to give them the update.  Mom (who has also worked in churches), made a comment about how it's "always hard to turn in your keys," but truthfully, it wasn't at all.  As I explained it to them, I will not miss the building, or my access to the building, one bit.  There are two reasons for this.  First, I don't believe that the building has anything to do with the actual church.  It's just a convenient place for Christians to gather in worship and fellowship... nothing more.  The second reason is actually very much related, because there were far too many people in that church who were far too worried about that silly building.  Now certainly, I understand that many of these attitudes came from the culture of the area the church was in, but it was still very frustrating for me.  No, I won't miss the place at all.  What I will miss are the people I worked with (most of them, at least, lol), the friendships that I was able to form with a few of them, and most of all, the children whose smiles always brightened my day.  I will miss the church, not the building.

In other news, the other church that I applied at called back today.  They wanted to set up a second interview, which I think is promising.  They also took the job posting down off their web site today, and it didn't run in the local paper this week... which I think is also promising.  Continuing to hope and pray on that one, but the interview isn't for a couple of weeks, so it will be a little while 'till I know much more.

My arm felt good enough to play today... but it hurt pretty bad by the time I was done... dang.

Well, I know what you're thinking. SHE SAID SHE'D BLOG EVERY DAY! SHE LIED! FETCH THE TORCHES! Well, I have a good reason. From friday night to just now, I was locked out of my home. Yes. That's what I said. I was locked out of my home. And through no fault of anyone else, it was my own DUUUUUHHHHH moment.
My family went to the reunion in Kentucky this weekend, and I needed to go spend the night there to let the dog out of the house so he could pee. God forbid they should actually install a dog door. well, I packed an over night bag, 'cause I was intending to spend friday night there, go home saturday, let the dog out again through the day on saturday, et go home saturday night, 'cause they'd be home on sunday morning....not gonna happen. I left my keys sitting on my kitchen table when I shut my door, engaging the dead bolt. I was stuck. I had to spend the weekend at my mom's house, 'cause the spare keys were in her van, which was in Kentucky. Yeah. I'm a moron. I admit it. I'm just glad I filled the kitties food bowls before I left and cleaned the litter box. otherwise I would have come home to find a mess.

Well, there's my duhhhhhhhhhhhhh moment. I hope you find entertainment of the highest order laughing at it. :P Now, I'm off to wal mart to get some keys made...excuse me.

My mother and father took a mini vacation this weekend and spent it together in Chicago. They should be getting back tonight.

So, of course, I opened and closed the shoe store (oh yeah and had to be there all day) Friday and Saturday. I don't care I get payed for it. Friday was a little slow but not a bad day.

But the fucked up thing was on Saturday. I got to the store, pulled out my keys, went to unlock it and it wouldn't unlock. I tried it again, nothing, I tried to the left then to the right, nothing. I rechecked my keys in case I had mistakenly grabbed the wrong one, no it wans't that.
I call my dad to see if there was something I didn't know (like had the new owner scheduled that weekend to change the lock and dad forgot to tell me) and he asked me the same things you would have expected him to, "do you have the right key?", "did it lock up ok last nigh?"... yadda yadda yadda.

He said to call family members to see if they have a copy. If  no one does just tape a sign to the door saying we'll be closed.

So, I tryed the key a few more times, still nothing. I called my cousin Helene, she said she didn't have a key anymore and that the only other person (other then my father and myself) who still had a key was her brother, Ray, who was out of town. Well isn't that just peachy?

So, I talk to Helene while I walk down the street trying to find a place where I can get some tape and paper (downtown is pretty dead early in the mornings on the weekends). At the time still talking with Helene.

I finally find some paper and tape and head back. (By the way Helene and I had a nice conversation) 

When I get back to the store I tryed the key and the fucking door finally decides it wants to open noe. What the hell?

I think maybe Karma (or God either one) was playing an April Fools prank on me. I mean, there obviously wasn't anything wrong with the key or the door, and I'm pretty sure I know how to turn a key so what the hell was going on? It had to have been God's (who has a good sense of humor, I think) playing a joke on me. What else good it have been?

 

Thanks,

Mark

stolen from bettiespaghetti! 

I Am :  woman
I Want : to go to Paris
I Have :  an empty martini glass in front of me
I Wish : my room would magically get clean
I Hate : alarm clocks and bad weather
I Fear :  fear
I Hear : the noisy neighbors
I Search : all day but I can't find where I put my calendar. yikes.
I Wonder : why people can't be more specific...
I Regret : nothing! (Non, je ne regrette rien!)
I Love :  widdle puppies (& Kittens too) Great now I sound like Elmira from Tiny Toons.
I Ache:  in my heart sometimes (aww....)
I Always :  am lazy, but sometimes I try to fight against it.
I Usually :  cuss out other drivers when I'm on the road.
I Am Not : about to compromise in the area of morality.
I Dance :  only when no one's looking or when everyone else is headbanging ;)
I Sing :  in the car to Charles Trenet & Francoise Hardy and sometimes manage to sing some lines, but not others.
I Never : appreciate people walking all over me.
I Rarely : eat tofu or soy.
I Cry : because I'm a baby.
I Am Not Always :  at the computer.
I Lose :  well I've already talked about my calendar. But I lose my keys sometimes, so that's why I have a backup!
I'm Confused : about love. Is it out there? Or what?
I Need : to clean my room.
I Should : clean my room.

Ok! I'm going to clean my room. Bye :)