and it moves us all

this (thanks, fearlessdiva) would have been really helpful to read before i went to senegal years ago. there, i developed thighs of steel from all the squatting over 'turkish toilets' i had to do. i did manage once to pee on the pants i was wearing though. at a restaurant no less. rather unfortunate. and my proudest moment (i hope those of you who care won't be too offended) was peeing on a crucifix while at a dance at a catholic school where i couldn't find the bathroom. if it helps to know, i was a little drunky. (you know who the christians are in senegal bc they're the ones who drink. really, you even know which stores will sell alcohol by whether or not they have a painting of jesus hanging behind the counter.)

damnit. i got all dressed to do some yoga this morning and then i spent too much time on lj and now i don't have time. pooh. i have a church staff meeting - really this time. and then i have lots to do at the other church job today too. i'm a little worried about this meeting. it'll be the first time i've seen the evil!minister since she resigned. i hate having to fake that i'm sad about this. maybe i'll show up a little late so i can guarantee that i don't have to be alone with her. instead i can be with all the other people faking their sadness too.

eee! final (i hope) beta on my h/r back this morning. should post soon, whee!!! and adorably schmoopy fic from jenny for me to beta. ahhh, i love this. i love this writing relationship. i love the way the fanfic community works - or can work. ::happy sigh::

well, that sucked.

convincing yourself to eat fig bars when you're really thinking about potato chips is not easy work, yo.

that meeting was awful. AWFUL! the e!min went on and on about how awful she feels about having to leave and blaming everyone but herself and saying nasty things about people. the RE director is much better than i am at chatting around the bush and managing to agree with e!min on general things and relating those to other situations and thereby seeming to be on her side even when she's really not. me? i just barely spoke. i sat there feeling angrier and angrier about her putting me in this position where i can't speak because anything i would truthfully say would be upsetting to her. in a truly professional situation, the conversation just wouldn't go that way. she even placed blame on the woman i work for at the other church for whom i have enormous respect. ::sigh:: i feel sorry for her, really. and it makes me very sad to see that she's not going to learn anything about herself from this.

ok, breathing. i'm just going to go to my other job and then i'm going to come home and it'll be all about buffy. talk about trauma. i can't really deal with this - that it's ending. eek. like, eek in a huge, cosmic way.

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huh. just noticed that the church where i'm about to go to work is an lj interest. weird.