I'm exhausted, and it's only Wednesday...and I'm just getting started.
Tomorrow is going to include only a few hours at work .Because Friday is some training (good stuff involving Father Loya) through the Archdiocese, but then Friday night is a retreat I have to run, Saturday morning the 2nd session of the same retreat...and I STILL have parents calling to sign up for the sacramental program because they haven't bothered to be bothered with it prior to this.
A couple families have special circumstances, but they took the time to not call me in the last hours before the retreat so I could bring them up to speed.
And still...the stragglers keep coming, and I have orders to let them in. So be it. But I don't have time to give them the royal treatment everyone else got.
And Sunday I'm running the Confirmation program all by myself because the Youth Minister will be out of town.
Oh, and I'm only at the beginning of page 6 of my (really bad) Spirituality paper on Unanswered Prayer and Suffering, I haven't finished re-reading, highlighting, and tabbing Sacrosanctum Concilium for my Vatican II paper on what the "Spirit of Vatican II" really means as the actual text of the document states it (I chose SC over Lumen Gentium or Gaudium et Spes and a few others), and I still haven't finished my Old Testament stuff and yet have no idea what the "basket of summer fruit" in Amos means.
And I don't get another weekend before class since this weekend will be all work. Oh, and never mind errands and chores that have to be done.
And don't even get me started on Minnesota's unjust labor laws that are causing this; because it's illegal to bank hours in Minnesota, thus while this should be a 60-70 hour work week, instead it's cutting things short and then that means I still have to work 40 next week, as opposed to just balancing the hours out.
And no, my position isn't salaried. If it was, there would be justice.
There is no justice in this world. We have to die to get that.
Instead, I think I'll just go to sleep and hope I'm not this stressed out in the morning. And I hope I don't bite anyone's head off before, during, or after this weekend's retreat. After all...I quite literally won't be able to get to Confession.
In fact, I went this morning...and this weekend's retreat is all aobut this very sacrament.
Back to defining irony here...
* sigh *
3 comments:
I am so exhausted after reading this!! You'll be fine - the Holy Spirit will make it all work.
Which reminds me of a card my late best friend sent me not too long after her heart transplant. On the cover was something to the effect of "People told me there would be days like this and to just have faith, blah, blah, blah. When you opened the card up it said, "don't you just want to slap the crap out of them?"
So, go ahead and slap me:)
the Irony is that you work for the church which is supposed to love justice, but isn't willing to show or live justice when it comes to its employees. (am I bitter as an ex church employee? maybe a little).
I would trade you weeks and give you my cold and the problems with my kids and the car accident and time running out on my finals with one essay still not written but I like my cross better than yours right now.
I will offer my suffering for you and you can offer your suffering for me,
winner winner chicken dinner!!!!
See, this is why guys do not get involved in church stuff. :)
Prayers.
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