Yesterday someone told me I should take a saw and cut off my hair.
I'm not sure why a saw would be the instrument of choice for such an act.
I said I'd rather not.
Monday, August 30, 2010
ah children
Yesterday on my way home from someplace I got stuck behind a school bus. After staring into that void of space between me and the kids in the back of the bus for awhile, I realized the kids were waving at me and trying to get my attention.
I waved back, which is apparently horribly entertaining, and the kids responded by all giving me the peace sign and giving these cool, chilled out sorts of looks. You know the kind. It usually comes with a protruding lip and a nod of the head and probably half-closed eyes.
Little hippies.
I loved it.
I waved back, which is apparently horribly entertaining, and the kids responded by all giving me the peace sign and giving these cool, chilled out sorts of looks. You know the kind. It usually comes with a protruding lip and a nod of the head and probably half-closed eyes.
Little hippies.
I loved it.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
how i'm not fired
So, I got an email from my manager at work explaining that the doc (boss to us both) had asked if I could take out my dreadlocks as he wasn't sure they were suitable for an environment with so many Amish clients.
I said no.
but when you're an adult and a boss asks you to do something...you can't just say no. There are consequences. So I said "no, and I understand that there may be consequences."
that's the adult thing to say, right?
Well the doc was busy for quite a few days so the manager and I spent a few nail-biting days unsure as to whether or not I would be losing my job over this refusal or not. The manager was pullin for me, so she had me continue to come into work while we waited for the boss to have time for the question of my dreads.
I have to admit, that day that I was asked to come in to cover for someone and was given the freedome to "come in whenever I could," I spent an hour waxing my dreads before I came in. Probably out of spite. A moment to be un-adult.
Well the doc found some free-time to address the issue of my dreads and admitted that he didn't want it to be the kind of issue that caused me my job or anything. He said he was perfectly happy with me simply pulling them back into a pony-tail each day.
SO i got to keep my job, but until a few days ago I had no idea if my dreads had really cost me my job or not.
I said no.
but when you're an adult and a boss asks you to do something...you can't just say no. There are consequences. So I said "no, and I understand that there may be consequences."
that's the adult thing to say, right?
Well the doc was busy for quite a few days so the manager and I spent a few nail-biting days unsure as to whether or not I would be losing my job over this refusal or not. The manager was pullin for me, so she had me continue to come into work while we waited for the boss to have time for the question of my dreads.
I have to admit, that day that I was asked to come in to cover for someone and was given the freedome to "come in whenever I could," I spent an hour waxing my dreads before I came in. Probably out of spite. A moment to be un-adult.
Well the doc found some free-time to address the issue of my dreads and admitted that he didn't want it to be the kind of issue that caused me my job or anything. He said he was perfectly happy with me simply pulling them back into a pony-tail each day.
SO i got to keep my job, but until a few days ago I had no idea if my dreads had really cost me my job or not.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
day 9: i love my menno's
Awwww shucks.
My lil Mennonite Church congregation is great. Just great. :) I could do far weirder things and they would still make me feel loved and cared for. I think that's great.
There's this idea that "church-folk" are a special breed of people who don't care as much about making people feel loved as they do about following the long-standing rules of "propriety." There are sadly many congregations and many Christians in general who have undoubtedly made people feel this way. (I apologize on behalf of anyone who has received that kind of feeling from a Christian. And i apologize doubly so for times in my youth, and even now, when I forget or have forgotten the humble creature I am, and have treated people in any way other than loving.)
...and... There's this other idea that "church-folk" are terribly disappointing if they're not shining beams of joy and purity out their fingertips and leading spotless lives full of heroic endeavors. But the truth is, church-folk are just folk. They're just people and as such, are just as susceptible to the ugly sides of human nature as any other person. The only way any of us (church-folk or non) cross over that ugliness to show something more beautiful and loving is because there's something (or someone, as I believe,) more Divine and merciful to share some Beauty in the faces, actions and words of others and ourselves: Someone willing to fill us with something good and something loving.
anyway....I had no fear that my congregation would shun me or anything, but I have to admit there was this tiny fear that my church congregation would be disappointed in me for making such an unfamiliar and arguably strange aesthetic decision. But instead I was met with a lot of...well...curiosity: none of it demeaning. And think about it. Curiosity is a form of flattery I think or at least it feels that way for me. I've always been particularly flattered by people showing their interest or curiosity in me. There's no easier way to lift me up a bit than to simply show some interest in what I'm up to.
I do love talking.
Perhaps too much.
Yes yes, too much.
hence a blog for everything under the sun.
and now I'm blog-rambling and that is a humbling thing.
off i go.
My lil Mennonite Church congregation is great. Just great. :) I could do far weirder things and they would still make me feel loved and cared for. I think that's great.
There's this idea that "church-folk" are a special breed of people who don't care as much about making people feel loved as they do about following the long-standing rules of "propriety." There are sadly many congregations and many Christians in general who have undoubtedly made people feel this way. (I apologize on behalf of anyone who has received that kind of feeling from a Christian. And i apologize doubly so for times in my youth, and even now, when I forget or have forgotten the humble creature I am, and have treated people in any way other than loving.)
...and... There's this other idea that "church-folk" are terribly disappointing if they're not shining beams of joy and purity out their fingertips and leading spotless lives full of heroic endeavors. But the truth is, church-folk are just folk. They're just people and as such, are just as susceptible to the ugly sides of human nature as any other person. The only way any of us (church-folk or non) cross over that ugliness to show something more beautiful and loving is because there's something (or someone, as I believe,) more Divine and merciful to share some Beauty in the faces, actions and words of others and ourselves: Someone willing to fill us with something good and something loving.
anyway....I had no fear that my congregation would shun me or anything, but I have to admit there was this tiny fear that my church congregation would be disappointed in me for making such an unfamiliar and arguably strange aesthetic decision. But instead I was met with a lot of...well...curiosity: none of it demeaning. And think about it. Curiosity is a form of flattery I think or at least it feels that way for me. I've always been particularly flattered by people showing their interest or curiosity in me. There's no easier way to lift me up a bit than to simply show some interest in what I'm up to.
I do love talking.
Perhaps too much.
Yes yes, too much.
hence a blog for everything under the sun.
and now I'm blog-rambling and that is a humbling thing.
off i go.
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