One of the problems with working in a church with older possibility...is people dying. Yes, you're thinking "Well, people are dying all the time". In a church where the average age has to be 65, dying happens a lot. In my old job, we joked about Company X (since I don't want to name the people I worked for) Plague. We would all get sick at the same time. The owner hated when we made that reference. Well, working on the absolute principle that death comes in 3's (don't argue with me, it's real) when you have a small church, you cringe when one person dies knowing that two more are not far behind.
These people I work with are amazing. The old ladies give me hope that when I get old I can still be a sarcastic bitch and people will think it's cute because I'm an old lady. Unless of course I cross the line into crazy sarcastic bitch who tells people that the garden gnomes in her yard are gay and are out to get her (true story, ask me sometime).
The whole purpose...please don't die today. I really like the people here and if you die today, that means two more people I actually care about might go too.
Thanks.
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