So what am I supposed to be doing? Looking for a job? Should I be calling up people asking for handouts? “Do you have any jobs today?” I sound like Wimpy the hamburger guy. “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.”
My resume is out there. Setting in some HR person’s filing cabinet. Never to see the light of day until the economy gets better and someone needs somebody to analyze their data.
The official slogan of my church’s webpage is going to be “The best church webpage you’ve never seen.” That’s right. No one ever views it. While churches like Memorial Church of Christ (mcoc.org) pay thousands of dollars for someone to put up a webpage…which doesn’t even look all that good…..I do it for free…it looks pretty decent….and there’s no recognition for it.
So I’ve been thinking about this ski trip. The past two times I’ve been able to avoid riding in a van full of teenagers. In 2001 I drove myself and John Pedigo. Last year I rode with Doug in “ole blue” full of luggage. “Ole blue” is our nickname for the church’s old 1989 Ford van. Doug probably enjoyed the company. I enjoyed the quietness. Ole blue’s creature comforts are lacking. It had an AM radio for quite a while before Ronnie Travis finally put in a FM tape player in it. But then again the van’s stereo speakers are terribly lacking. It’s almost not even worth it to have a great radio without decent speakers to play it on. The seats in ole blue provide no head support.
It definitely won’t be the end of the world if I have to ride (or drive) a van full of teens to Paoli. It could be much much worse. I would just like to avoid the teenie bopper music that the middle school girls always bring along. Blah. These people have no concept of real music. Brainwashed into thinking P Diddy is good music because “MTV said so.”
So I’m hoping to find a nice quiet Blazer to ride on. Maybe I should get with Tony Eakes to see if there’s an extra seat.
Oh yeah. That problem with overloading the church vans during the lock-in? Completely imagined. I spoke to people in each of the vans and found that no one, as far as they could tell, rode in anyone’s lap during the duration of the trip. So that’s like hearing someone saying “The sky is green,” and then a 2nd person going to those powers that be and saying “I heard the sky was green.” I love it when people perceive rumors as truth, then attempt to stir up trouble with it.