Oh boy in Well now

Did I mention that the retreat was an overnight thing?
Seriously, overnight adult retreat house trapped indoor camping
with people most of whom I actively do not love,
many of whom give me unwarranted grief on a daily basis
because it’s my very unpopular job to assign teacher substitutions and parking spaces.
This is not my idea of happy.
Everyone’s special, thinks he or she should get the best parking space and no sub assignments. In the normal course of doing my job, I piss off at least three people a day. Everyone takes it personally when they get a sub assignment, like I have the time or energy to pick on them individually.

And I haven’t even let you in on the good part -
Not only is it a religious retreat,
Not only is it a jolly little sleep-over,
Not only do I have to go to Mass (which I haven’t done voluntarily since I was seven),
Not only do I have to participate in all these wonderful sharing and brainstorming activities,
but this particular fun fest has a theme.
We spent two days spent exploring the importance of and the methods of,
wait for it,
protecting our boys from the pervasive evil that is pornography
in the modern internet-saturated world.
You can just imagine the awkward lectures, discussions, and activities.

Yes, I survived another work-required religious retreat.
It was enough to make a saint lose his religion
and, honey, I have never been a saint.

Last updated August 12, 2017