Archive for December, 2008

Take It To Church

I joined my grandmother’s church a few weeks ago, after her funeral service.

I thought it might be nice to be part of something that she was once a part of.

Imagine my surprise when I received a large envelope in the mail from the church. I thought maybe it was a newsletter or some kind of welcome letter or something.

Silly me.

It was a bundle of donation envelopes.

Now I remember why I stopped going to church in the first place.

Is It Me, Or…

…does Bret Michaels look more and more like a caricature of himself with every iteration of Rock of Love?

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Aw, now there’s a shot to hang on the wall. At the free clinic.

Things Distracting/Annoying Me At Work

Seriously, people, I have shit to do.

1. Pets. I don’t like the idea of strange animals in an enclosed space. One former co-worker of mine actually brought in a bird once, and let it fly around and shit. No, I mean shit in the literal sense. It did not increase his popularity.

2. Kids. Sorry, but it’s true. Kids want to be kids, and work’s not the kind of place where they can do that. Now, if your work has DAYCARE, that’s different. But hearing sad little sobs of “I wanna go HOME!” in the neighboring cube is not helping my (already sluggish because it’s the week before Christmas) productivity.

3. 5 stinky gallons of Chantilly Lace perfume. Really, a dab’ll do ya. Jesus.

4. A penchant for dieting – and telling me all about it. I especially hate Weight Watchers, because it turns normal, cool, fun lunch buddies into obsessive, “That looks soooo good!” types who deny themselves simple fajitas or margaritas. And really, what’s the point in all that?

5. People who schedule meetings at or after 4:30. Come on, who are you kidding? I’m not getting to that today. I still have other stuff to wrap up before 5:00, and you’re keeping me from it.

WTF, people.

Life…and Death

My grandmother passed away last Thursday, and I’ve been struggling with it.

I mean, I knew it was going to happen. We all did.

We just didn’t think it would happen so quickly. It took only two months, from the day she discovered she had cancer to the day she died, for the disease to ravage her already frail body and create the kind of pain that couldn’t be soothed or stopped.

My grandmother was a wonderful, kind woman, and she didn’t deserve to die like that – unable to speak or respond, gasping desperately for air, wanting more time and not getting it.

And as I sat in the ornate St. Barbara’s on 28th yesterday, eyeing the gilded walls and overly-glazed porcelain statues of the Virgin Mary, I knew that God wasn’t there.

God, if he does exist, doesn’t live in a palace like that.

In fact, the suffering my grandmother went through makes me wonder if he lives at all.