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choco_frosh) wrote2016-09-09 03:31 pm
choco_frosh) wrote2016-09-09 03:31 pm
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Well, shoot.
I was toying with the idea of taking off some time at the end of the month and actually going on retreat: spending a few days at the (certainly crazy, possibly even corrupt, but very nice in person) monastic community down on the Cape. Checking out their website, it appears that this is, indeed, something that one can do...although they'd probably want me to give them a bunch of money. (Though not oodles more than I'd pay for a B&B.)
No, the problem is that I've apparently burned through most of my vacation time, and am now tentatively committed to completely torch what's left looking after Peter in November...while G. is (ironically) on retreat.*
Fuck this job.**
Weather: Way too fucking hot.
* Well, or a clergy conference. Something vaguely along those lines.
** This sentiment is deepened by the fact that my cheap overlords in Georgia are being (typically) stupid about overtime; that I spent a pointless amount of time on the phone with a parent who had overnighted a refrigerator, and who then had the gall to complain to my boss about the quality of all of our phone skills; and most of all, by the fact that the day started with UPS dumping a load of packages on our doorstep several hours early...so that they could come back later with more. That sort of thing tends to blight one's enthusiasm.
I was toying with the idea of taking off some time at the end of the month and actually going on retreat: spending a few days at the (certainly crazy, possibly even corrupt, but very nice in person) monastic community down on the Cape. Checking out their website, it appears that this is, indeed, something that one can do...although they'd probably want me to give them a bunch of money. (Though not oodles more than I'd pay for a B&B.)
No, the problem is that I've apparently burned through most of my vacation time, and am now tentatively committed to completely torch what's left looking after Peter in November...while G. is (ironically) on retreat.*
Fuck this job.**
Weather: Way too fucking hot.
* Well, or a clergy conference. Something vaguely along those lines.
** This sentiment is deepened by the fact that my cheap overlords in Georgia are being (typically) stupid about overtime; that I spent a pointless amount of time on the phone with a parent who had overnighted a refrigerator, and who then had the gall to complain to my boss about the quality of all of our phone skills; and most of all, by the fact that the day started with UPS dumping a load of packages on our doorstep several hours early...so that they could come back later with more. That sort of thing tends to blight one's enthusiasm.
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Feh! Where on the Cape is the monastery, if I may ask?
my cheap overlords in Georgia
How did Georgia get into this picture?
overnighted a refrigerator
I can see exactly how that happened, but yikes. Are we talking a mini-fridge or a full-size?
*hugs*
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Rock Harbor, in Orleans:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Community_of_Jesus
How did Georgia get into this picture?
MRE is headquartered in Georgia. Hence, all policy (well, on this particular set of things) proceeds from thense.
(It would, in SOME ways, be better if ALL policy proceeded from thence, but no. This is what you get with subcontracting: three different sets of management...)
I can see exactly how that happened, but yikes. Are we talking a mini-fridge or a full-size?
Mini.
Apparently the mom in question has something of a history of doing this sort of thing. (Divorced homemaker, way too much money, no life...)