I love big pharmaceutical advertising. Why take a pill daily when you can take a pill once a month?
I'll tell you why. Taking a pill daily forms a habit. Habits are easy. Taking a pill once a month requires that you think, mark it on your calendar, wear one of those stupid strings around your finger to remind you.
Give me a daily pill.
Better yet, let me improve my diet and start exercising. Perhaps I won't need drugs, then.
[But perhaps I will.]
Monday, October 19, 2009
What? Students Protest Doing Their Own Work?
There was a wonderful article in the Buffalo News today about students, particularly at the University at Buffalo, who have a hard time understanding their foreign professors. I understand, to a point. Struggling to understand a professor may be taxing, but eventually you will get it. And you better learn.
You will have to deal with a global marketplace and you better get used to trying to understand others. My favorite quote from the article, though, is:
“It makes me feel like I’m being personally cheated out of my tuition money,” said Urtel, a junior. “You have to read the book, try and learn it on your own and work with other students going through the same thing.”
Those sons-of-bitches. They expect you to read the book and try to figure something out on your own? And share knowledge and skills with others? I would complain!
Demand a refund!
And you thought a good education meant your hand was held and your ass was wiped. Peter Pan grows up.
You will have to deal with a global marketplace and you better get used to trying to understand others. My favorite quote from the article, though, is:
“It makes me feel like I’m being personally cheated out of my tuition money,” said Urtel, a junior. “You have to read the book, try and learn it on your own and work with other students going through the same thing.”
Those sons-of-bitches. They expect you to read the book and try to figure something out on your own? And share knowledge and skills with others? I would complain!
Demand a refund!
And you thought a good education meant your hand was held and your ass was wiped. Peter Pan grows up.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
I Had Emergency Surgery and I am Now Fine...
I had surgery this past week.
Surgery sucks.
I am out of the hospital now and am able to think about what happened. Here it is:
I farted.....
and I pooped.
That seemed to be my "get out of jail" card. I did not say get out of jail free card. Because I have a high-deductible health insurance plan, I will need to get a third job to pay for this damn surprise surgery! But I was told that once I farted and I pooped, I would likely be discharged.
I am home. I am sort of standing upright, but it's difficult. I have about an 8 inch vertical incision in my belly running from my (bleep) to above my belly button. I have about 27 staples holding my guts in place. I am no longer on the meds, but I feel pretty good. And I will tell you what - dilaudid should be applauded, my friends! That warm feeling taking over your body before you feel like shouting "wee!" That's a word we don't use very often and we should. Wee! Or is it Whee? I don't know. It's a fun word.
What happened - I started feeling quite bloated a week ago Thurs. and thought nothing of it. Then on Monday I had more intense abdominal pain than I had ever had pain in my life. I wasn't sure if I should call an ambulance or wait it out or be driven to the hospital. The pain got so bad, we called am ambulance and they whisked me to St. Joseph Hospital (sorry, it's Sisters of Charity Hospital, St. Joseph Campus). At first, no one knew what to make of my pain - heart attack, gall bladder, food poisoning, kidney stones, appendicitis (sorry, had that 37 years ago) or gasp - pregnancy.
In fact, I recalled that I had a very distant cousin who didn't know she was pregnant until she went into labor. Since my pains seemed to be contractions, I rubbed my belly saying to myself "please don't be a baby, please don't be a baby." Sad, but true.
As a serious aside, from a health care standpoint, I was excited to note that they did ask about heart conditions. This is something women have been fighting for years - being taken seriously for heart conditions even when we are a spry and young 40. It was nice to not be asked if I was hysterical or had some stupid fight with my husband.
Back to the story....CT scan revealed bowel obstruction. It was suspected that the appendectomy I had 37 years ago had finally developed enough scar tissue to be dangerous and dangerous enough to snuff off my bowel, if you will. I was 3 when I had my appendix removed. My mother is often asked how on Earth she could have known that her 3-year-old had appendicitis. She likes to reply that she knew something was wrong with me when I stopped talking.
The doctor told me the scenarios:
-Worst case scenario would have been me sitting home working through the pain and perhaps not making it through the pain (death). He applauded me for showing up.
-Second worse case, the constricted piece of the bowel was gangrenous and had to be removed and my bowel resectioned. That would have given me a temporary colostomy. With the pain I was in, I thought, dude, I'll wear my bowel around my neck if it makes the pain stop!
-The constriction is easily taken care of with surgery and I go home uncomfortable but alive.
Thank God number three won.
One of my favorite things was my catheter. I know you must think I have lost my mind. Perhaps it was a lobotomy I had. While some may argue that I keep my brain in my bowels, alas, my brain was not affected. Catheters are cool. I always have to stop to pee so it was nice not to have to get up. I would lay in bed and say to myself, "hmm, I think I should have to pee by now," and then I would think "I guess I am." It's pretty cool.
Good news and bad news:
-My marathon training likely contributed to me getting out of the hospital and on my feet sooner rather than later.
-This was likely to happen eventually and better now with me young, sassy, saucy, and fit than later when I am old.
-This may happen again, but I know the signs and symptoms.
Suffice to say, I am recovering and this setback has not changed Pauline! You may applaud or grieve. The choice is yours.
Surgery sucks.
I am out of the hospital now and am able to think about what happened. Here it is:
I farted.....
and I pooped.
That seemed to be my "get out of jail" card. I did not say get out of jail free card. Because I have a high-deductible health insurance plan, I will need to get a third job to pay for this damn surprise surgery! But I was told that once I farted and I pooped, I would likely be discharged.
I am home. I am sort of standing upright, but it's difficult. I have about an 8 inch vertical incision in my belly running from my (bleep) to above my belly button. I have about 27 staples holding my guts in place. I am no longer on the meds, but I feel pretty good. And I will tell you what - dilaudid should be applauded, my friends! That warm feeling taking over your body before you feel like shouting "wee!" That's a word we don't use very often and we should. Wee! Or is it Whee? I don't know. It's a fun word.
What happened - I started feeling quite bloated a week ago Thurs. and thought nothing of it. Then on Monday I had more intense abdominal pain than I had ever had pain in my life. I wasn't sure if I should call an ambulance or wait it out or be driven to the hospital. The pain got so bad, we called am ambulance and they whisked me to St. Joseph Hospital (sorry, it's Sisters of Charity Hospital, St. Joseph Campus). At first, no one knew what to make of my pain - heart attack, gall bladder, food poisoning, kidney stones, appendicitis (sorry, had that 37 years ago) or gasp - pregnancy.
In fact, I recalled that I had a very distant cousin who didn't know she was pregnant until she went into labor. Since my pains seemed to be contractions, I rubbed my belly saying to myself "please don't be a baby, please don't be a baby." Sad, but true.
As a serious aside, from a health care standpoint, I was excited to note that they did ask about heart conditions. This is something women have been fighting for years - being taken seriously for heart conditions even when we are a spry and young 40. It was nice to not be asked if I was hysterical or had some stupid fight with my husband.
Back to the story....CT scan revealed bowel obstruction. It was suspected that the appendectomy I had 37 years ago had finally developed enough scar tissue to be dangerous and dangerous enough to snuff off my bowel, if you will. I was 3 when I had my appendix removed. My mother is often asked how on Earth she could have known that her 3-year-old had appendicitis. She likes to reply that she knew something was wrong with me when I stopped talking.
The doctor told me the scenarios:
-Worst case scenario would have been me sitting home working through the pain and perhaps not making it through the pain (death). He applauded me for showing up.
-Second worse case, the constricted piece of the bowel was gangrenous and had to be removed and my bowel resectioned. That would have given me a temporary colostomy. With the pain I was in, I thought, dude, I'll wear my bowel around my neck if it makes the pain stop!
-The constriction is easily taken care of with surgery and I go home uncomfortable but alive.
Thank God number three won.
One of my favorite things was my catheter. I know you must think I have lost my mind. Perhaps it was a lobotomy I had. While some may argue that I keep my brain in my bowels, alas, my brain was not affected. Catheters are cool. I always have to stop to pee so it was nice not to have to get up. I would lay in bed and say to myself, "hmm, I think I should have to pee by now," and then I would think "I guess I am." It's pretty cool.
Good news and bad news:
-My marathon training likely contributed to me getting out of the hospital and on my feet sooner rather than later.
-This was likely to happen eventually and better now with me young, sassy, saucy, and fit than later when I am old.
-This may happen again, but I know the signs and symptoms.
Suffice to say, I am recovering and this setback has not changed Pauline! You may applaud or grieve. The choice is yours.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
My Dreams Have Come True!
Wine comes in a convenient drink box.
I did not make that up.
I was at the liquor store with a good friend of mine. We had decided that drinking at the restaurant was too expensive when we had this fabulous liquor store across the street and her vacant parents' house up the street.
No, we are not teenagers. We are nearly 40. But we also know when to take advantage of a free home.
We laughed because the idea does seem absurd when you are becoming a more seasoned member of society, but who cares.
It was when were were selecting bottles of wine that we made the discovery. We were struggling with what to do. Neither of us had a bottle opener and since we each had about 3,000 at home, we didn't want to buy another for the afternoon.
We could have purchased screw-top wine, but I don't think that occurred to us.
Then we saw it.
Alice White wine in a convenient and handy drink box. The top screwed off and you could suck the wine right out! You didn't even need a glass! Joy! Rapture!
And, we discovered, it fits nicely in your cup holder in the car.
NOTE: I do not advocate drinking while driving or drinking and driving. I am merely making an observation. If I did not have a bag or a large purse, I could put the wine in my cup holder and it would stay.
Now, if they could just package wine in those cool Capri Sun pouches, I would be in heaven and I would never leave the schoolyard!
How about drink box wine and string cheese?
I did not make that up.
I was at the liquor store with a good friend of mine. We had decided that drinking at the restaurant was too expensive when we had this fabulous liquor store across the street and her vacant parents' house up the street.
No, we are not teenagers. We are nearly 40. But we also know when to take advantage of a free home.
We laughed because the idea does seem absurd when you are becoming a more seasoned member of society, but who cares.
It was when were were selecting bottles of wine that we made the discovery. We were struggling with what to do. Neither of us had a bottle opener and since we each had about 3,000 at home, we didn't want to buy another for the afternoon.
We could have purchased screw-top wine, but I don't think that occurred to us.
Then we saw it.
Alice White wine in a convenient and handy drink box. The top screwed off and you could suck the wine right out! You didn't even need a glass! Joy! Rapture!
And, we discovered, it fits nicely in your cup holder in the car.
NOTE: I do not advocate drinking while driving or drinking and driving. I am merely making an observation. If I did not have a bag or a large purse, I could put the wine in my cup holder and it would stay.
Now, if they could just package wine in those cool Capri Sun pouches, I would be in heaven and I would never leave the schoolyard!
How about drink box wine and string cheese?
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
A restaurant without food, huh?
Jamie and I decided to try our local Nascar-themed bar and grill for lunch today. Trackside Bar and Grille - across the street where McDonald's used to be.
We tried going there shortly after it opened, but it was around dinner time. And the music was so loud, we couldn't even hear ourselves think, so we left.
Today we were the only people in the place aside from two guys at the bar.
We walked in and the barkeep/waitress sort of looked at us as if we walked in topless. I asked if they were serving lunch. And she said, "yeah, I don't know what we're serving, but I'll find out in a second."
I have no idea what that could mean.
Until....
She went to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later. She returned, leaned on our table, and said, "We don't have chicken wings, french fries or onion rings."
After a pause, I looked at her and said, "What do you have? We have never been here before so we don't know."
She went to another table and grabbed one paper menu. One. I then got up and grabbed another from the table. We were the only freaking people in the place. Why should we have to share a menu?
We ordered colas while we looked things over. Before she left she told us that the owner/cook "was out of town and over the holiday weekend they had run out of everything and he was trying to figure out what to order and it won't be in until tomorrow. Apparently he didn't order enough food for the weekend."
Apparently.
"And since they were out of french fries and onion rings, everything comes with that so it's really tough."
I noticed a specials board with a grilled chicken sandwich, baked beans and cole slaw. It sounded good to me.
When she returned with the drinks I asked for the grilled chicken sandwich special.
"Oh, that was the special two weeks ago and he didn't tell me what the new special was so I left it. I don't think we have that anymore."
Here's an idea, nimrod, erase the specials board if you don't have a special. It's okay to leave it blank. In fact, I bet your customers would prefer you leave it blank particularly since you don't actually have it.
We looked at the menu a bit more and, with no help from her in terms of what was actually available, we decided to drink our colas and leave.
And we did.
I don't think I have sucked back a cola that quickly ever.
The kicker is that tonight is the cruise night sponsored by the Trackside Grill. For those unfamiliar with cruise nights, it's an evening for car goobers of all sorts to drive their classic cars to designated parking lots whereby then then sit in the parking lot talking with their brethren about engines and tires and chassis. I don't know what any of that means and I think I am a better person as a result.
But my husband loves this stuff.
At any rate, the cruise night draws quite a few goobers. And the sponsor has no food.
Another idea - take a ride to Sisco or BJs or someplace with food and buy some. Just a thought.
It was a shame. We love to support local businesses, but it was our second visit and it was unpleasant each time. Unpleasant to the point that I am prompted to write in this blog and hope that others will see it and not go. That's terrible.
But we do not recommend Trackside Bar and Grille. And we will not return.
We tried going there shortly after it opened, but it was around dinner time. And the music was so loud, we couldn't even hear ourselves think, so we left.
Today we were the only people in the place aside from two guys at the bar.
We walked in and the barkeep/waitress sort of looked at us as if we walked in topless. I asked if they were serving lunch. And she said, "yeah, I don't know what we're serving, but I'll find out in a second."
I have no idea what that could mean.
Until....
She went to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later. She returned, leaned on our table, and said, "We don't have chicken wings, french fries or onion rings."
After a pause, I looked at her and said, "What do you have? We have never been here before so we don't know."
She went to another table and grabbed one paper menu. One. I then got up and grabbed another from the table. We were the only freaking people in the place. Why should we have to share a menu?
We ordered colas while we looked things over. Before she left she told us that the owner/cook "was out of town and over the holiday weekend they had run out of everything and he was trying to figure out what to order and it won't be in until tomorrow. Apparently he didn't order enough food for the weekend."
Apparently.
"And since they were out of french fries and onion rings, everything comes with that so it's really tough."
I noticed a specials board with a grilled chicken sandwich, baked beans and cole slaw. It sounded good to me.
When she returned with the drinks I asked for the grilled chicken sandwich special.
"Oh, that was the special two weeks ago and he didn't tell me what the new special was so I left it. I don't think we have that anymore."
Here's an idea, nimrod, erase the specials board if you don't have a special. It's okay to leave it blank. In fact, I bet your customers would prefer you leave it blank particularly since you don't actually have it.
We looked at the menu a bit more and, with no help from her in terms of what was actually available, we decided to drink our colas and leave.
And we did.
I don't think I have sucked back a cola that quickly ever.
The kicker is that tonight is the cruise night sponsored by the Trackside Grill. For those unfamiliar with cruise nights, it's an evening for car goobers of all sorts to drive their classic cars to designated parking lots whereby then then sit in the parking lot talking with their brethren about engines and tires and chassis. I don't know what any of that means and I think I am a better person as a result.
But my husband loves this stuff.
At any rate, the cruise night draws quite a few goobers. And the sponsor has no food.
Another idea - take a ride to Sisco or BJs or someplace with food and buy some. Just a thought.
It was a shame. We love to support local businesses, but it was our second visit and it was unpleasant each time. Unpleasant to the point that I am prompted to write in this blog and hope that others will see it and not go. That's terrible.
But we do not recommend Trackside Bar and Grille. And we will not return.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
National Nude Day is Coming!
I was reading a magazine yesterday and came across a listing of holidays in July. Of course we know July 4 is our Independence Day. And July 1 is Independence Day in Canada. July 14 is Bastille Day in France.
Did you know that July 14 is also National Nude Day?
How to celebrate, how to celebrate.....
Of couse, we will have to celebrate nude by getting naked.
July 14 is a Tuesday this year and I have nothing planned as yet, so I could just run around my house naked while toasting my nakedness with some wine.
It is the middle of summer, so if I were to go outside naked, I would need to slather on the sunscreen everywhere! Believe it or not, there are parts of me that haven't seen sun ever. I am not in the habit of running about naked. Sure, I like being naked, but running about naked.....Well, perhaps.
It certainly renders the question, "what will I wear?" moot.
Did you know that July 14 is also National Nude Day?
How to celebrate, how to celebrate.....
Of couse, we will have to celebrate nude by getting naked.
July 14 is a Tuesday this year and I have nothing planned as yet, so I could just run around my house naked while toasting my nakedness with some wine.
It is the middle of summer, so if I were to go outside naked, I would need to slather on the sunscreen everywhere! Believe it or not, there are parts of me that haven't seen sun ever. I am not in the habit of running about naked. Sure, I like being naked, but running about naked.....Well, perhaps.
It certainly renders the question, "what will I wear?" moot.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Trains sometimes kill you if you stand in front of them
First, let me say that I am in no way suggesting that the following story is not tragic. I feel for the family and friends struggling with this incredible loss.
How do you not hear a train coming when you are walking on the railroad tracks?
I have lived near trains my entire life and I hear them from miles away. When you are near tracks and on train is approaching, not only do you hear the whistle loud and clear, but you also feel the train. There is a pretty distinct vibration associated with a train a comin'.
A few weeks ago, a couple was killed walking home from a mini-mart. The most direct route from the mini-mart to their home was over the railroad tracks.
Something else I know from experience - don't walk on tracks for any length of time - if at all. I don't care if it is the most direct route. Take the longer route. Trains kill people.
And a train killed this couple. People are still wondering how it happened - was it a suicide of some sort? I find it hard to believe that, even if your back was to the train, you didn't hear it, see the lights, feel the earth vibrating. I don't understand.
This sort of accident is a tragedy, but a tragedy I can't help but think could have been prevented.
Take care when walking on tracks.
Or, better yet, walk on the side of the road so that a drunk driver can run your ass over and then flee the scene.
How do you not hear a train coming when you are walking on the railroad tracks?
I have lived near trains my entire life and I hear them from miles away. When you are near tracks and on train is approaching, not only do you hear the whistle loud and clear, but you also feel the train. There is a pretty distinct vibration associated with a train a comin'.
A few weeks ago, a couple was killed walking home from a mini-mart. The most direct route from the mini-mart to their home was over the railroad tracks.
Something else I know from experience - don't walk on tracks for any length of time - if at all. I don't care if it is the most direct route. Take the longer route. Trains kill people.
And a train killed this couple. People are still wondering how it happened - was it a suicide of some sort? I find it hard to believe that, even if your back was to the train, you didn't hear it, see the lights, feel the earth vibrating. I don't understand.
This sort of accident is a tragedy, but a tragedy I can't help but think could have been prevented.
Take care when walking on tracks.
Or, better yet, walk on the side of the road so that a drunk driver can run your ass over and then flee the scene.
We were steered clear of the fat lady section
My friend and I were in a specialty intimates/swimwear shop the other day because we are both quite hip and cool. Actually, one of my students works at this shop and is working with the shop as part of her final IMC project developing a complete marketing plan for them.
At any rate, my friend mentioned that she loved the shop because the selection is amazing and the people are helpful and such. Also, the quality is top notch.
I have to say, I fell in love. I had a great time looking at all the suits and intimate apparel. I told my friend we couldn't buy anything until I found out if my student earned commission. If we were going to purchase, my student should benefit.
We were wandering throughout the entire store and happened into the back section. We were admiring the suits when the owner came by and said, "You know, you are in the plus size section. Many of the suit styles that are back here are also up in the front section."
We were politely steered out of the fat lady section!
This is big news because my friend and I had been losing weight these last few months. But I guess we didn't realize we were actually skinny.
No one who is skinny and had been skinny her entire life will appreciate this story. But if you are formerly fat, you may be shedding a little tear over this story.
We are no longer thought of as plus size. I feel so good I want to run naked down my street shouting "I was kicked out of the fat lady section of the swimsuit store!"
But I won't because it's still a bit chilly.
At any rate, my friend mentioned that she loved the shop because the selection is amazing and the people are helpful and such. Also, the quality is top notch.
I have to say, I fell in love. I had a great time looking at all the suits and intimate apparel. I told my friend we couldn't buy anything until I found out if my student earned commission. If we were going to purchase, my student should benefit.
We were wandering throughout the entire store and happened into the back section. We were admiring the suits when the owner came by and said, "You know, you are in the plus size section. Many of the suit styles that are back here are also up in the front section."
We were politely steered out of the fat lady section!
This is big news because my friend and I had been losing weight these last few months. But I guess we didn't realize we were actually skinny.
No one who is skinny and had been skinny her entire life will appreciate this story. But if you are formerly fat, you may be shedding a little tear over this story.
We are no longer thought of as plus size. I feel so good I want to run naked down my street shouting "I was kicked out of the fat lady section of the swimsuit store!"
But I won't because it's still a bit chilly.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Where's the Boogie Man when you need him?
My husband and I were in a nice restaurant last night. We were the only people there enjoying the peacefulness when what should happen?
Tots. Three tots.
Three tots whom we suspect belonged to the owner of the restaurant because someone from the kitchen came out to join the ill-behaved brats. She seemed to own the place.
These kids were loud, obnoxious, ornery, ugly, insert other words here.
I decided that if I ever own a restaurant (and I may in the future), I will post a sign just inside the front door that reads something like this:
Ill-behaved children will not be tolerated.
If you bring children into this restaurant, know that if they act up management will:
-Get in touch with the Boogie Man to make sure he hides under their beds at night for the next week.
-Call Santa to let him know they should receive coal for Christmas.
-Tell the Tooth Fairy to remove all their teeth at once, causing them great pain, and then leave them nothing.
-Make sure the Easter Bunny knows to poop in their Easter Baskets so they think it's chocolate.
-Shove a flag up their asses on flag day.
Bon Appetit!
Tots. Three tots.
Three tots whom we suspect belonged to the owner of the restaurant because someone from the kitchen came out to join the ill-behaved brats. She seemed to own the place.
These kids were loud, obnoxious, ornery, ugly, insert other words here.
I decided that if I ever own a restaurant (and I may in the future), I will post a sign just inside the front door that reads something like this:
Ill-behaved children will not be tolerated.
If you bring children into this restaurant, know that if they act up management will:
-Get in touch with the Boogie Man to make sure he hides under their beds at night for the next week.
-Call Santa to let him know they should receive coal for Christmas.
-Tell the Tooth Fairy to remove all their teeth at once, causing them great pain, and then leave them nothing.
-Make sure the Easter Bunny knows to poop in their Easter Baskets so they think it's chocolate.
-Shove a flag up their asses on flag day.
Bon Appetit!
I'm the Sandwich, You are the Meat
I was in a restaurant a few weeks ago eating alone. I enjoy eating alone because I can read the paper, or read a magazine, or do not a damn thing but concentrate on my food and enjoy the solitude.
I also like to eavesdrop. I know it is wrong, but who gives a crap. Sometimes it is damn funny. Sometimes it is depressing as hell. Sometimes I jump into professor mode and want to help.
That happened.
Two grown men were talking about an upcoming meeting with their company. Immediately I want to know more. I hear the younger of the two dudes talking about the approach they should take at this particular meeting. He thinks that he should start the meeting and then introduce the older dude to express to them the importance of standing up as men and acting as men.
My ire was raised because I like to think we have gotten past all men in an organization, but I guess we haven't. And if there were women, they were being presented as men, and that pisses me off too.
Then the young dude mentions that the church congregation will something something. When I hear church, I figuratively curl up into the fetal position and go to my happy place.
Apparently, the old dude is a minister/pastor for an evangelical church and is trying to spread the word of the Lord and the mission of the church and the memory that is Jesus.
Or, as we used to say when I worked in creative services for a Catholic organization, the Rah Rah, Blah Blah, Jesus.
The young dude is trying to help him revitalize the church.
At one point, the young dude said, "As I see it, I am the sandwich and you are the meat in this situation."
I am still trying to figure out what the hell that means.
Does it mean that I am the bread wrapping around the large salami that is you?
Or does it mean that my whole grain goodness will try to tame your high fat, high sodium deli ham?
I will embrace the congregation, much as a pita contains the souvlaki, while you will indoctrinate them with the word of the Lord, much as the deli meats poison the body with their high sodium content?
Thoughts?
I also like to eavesdrop. I know it is wrong, but who gives a crap. Sometimes it is damn funny. Sometimes it is depressing as hell. Sometimes I jump into professor mode and want to help.
That happened.
Two grown men were talking about an upcoming meeting with their company. Immediately I want to know more. I hear the younger of the two dudes talking about the approach they should take at this particular meeting. He thinks that he should start the meeting and then introduce the older dude to express to them the importance of standing up as men and acting as men.
My ire was raised because I like to think we have gotten past all men in an organization, but I guess we haven't. And if there were women, they were being presented as men, and that pisses me off too.
Then the young dude mentions that the church congregation will something something. When I hear church, I figuratively curl up into the fetal position and go to my happy place.
Apparently, the old dude is a minister/pastor for an evangelical church and is trying to spread the word of the Lord and the mission of the church and the memory that is Jesus.
Or, as we used to say when I worked in creative services for a Catholic organization, the Rah Rah, Blah Blah, Jesus.
The young dude is trying to help him revitalize the church.
At one point, the young dude said, "As I see it, I am the sandwich and you are the meat in this situation."
I am still trying to figure out what the hell that means.
Does it mean that I am the bread wrapping around the large salami that is you?
Or does it mean that my whole grain goodness will try to tame your high fat, high sodium deli ham?
I will embrace the congregation, much as a pita contains the souvlaki, while you will indoctrinate them with the word of the Lord, much as the deli meats poison the body with their high sodium content?
Thoughts?
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