having a bad day yet?

I spent the weekend feeling sorry myself, as I had to work, and had a horrific cold. Thus, I was glad when my shift ended earlier yesterday and I could go home. I called one of my freinds who had been a counsellor at a week-end retreat. As it turns out, it was anything BUT a retreat... for her anyway.

In charge of a team of rowdy and hyperactive grade school aged kids, one of her tasks was helping them complete a race down the hill -- in an inner tube. It was called the Tube Run, and apparently, that's exactly what it turned out to be as she flew wildly down the hill, hitting every bump and icy spot possible, tearing her pants and scraping herself on the rough snow.

This would have been bad enough, but now her pants, AND knickers are completely ripped in the rear, and provided an open window for all when she stood up. She had to borrow someone's coat, and then walk all the way UP the hill, amidst the stares of all who saw it. And of course, no one missed it.

She says the only good thing was that the coordinators of the event arwarded her team like half a million points because she was such a good sport about it and said they deserved the points for going through all that.

However, it was the most amusing thing that happened all weekend, and some people could not let her forget it. Someone even thought it was higly amusing to give her some "Butterfingers" candybars as a consolation. *sigh*

Oh did, I mention it was a retreat with her church? It's not like she'll never see these people again. Imagine being known as the official church mooner...

To say the least, she was glad to get home.

And I thought I had a bad weekend.

But that brings me to another rather rebellious thought, that should I ever be told I am no longer welcome in someone's company because of what I believe, then perhaps being remembered as "the mooner" might have a small twinge of satisfaction.

Yes, shame on me, but I can't help it. But, for the people that are going through this right now, you have my consolation.