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Date: 07 January 2007 20:00:52
I'm really, really, really, really, almost, not quite ready to go back to work tomorrow. After 7 weeks of joyous liberty it'll be back to the grindstone of work.
As I've said before, I've had enough of my job and want a change, if only in place. I have a few options for a more long term solution. There are opportunities to train in 2 different fields - one monetarily rewarding and one spiritually. I just don't know which is required by Him upstairs. Hopefully His plan will unfold.
I also have 4 options when I go back - resign, stay, seek redundancy or see if they sack me. I'm hoping for redundancy. This way I'll get some money to tide me over between jobs. I have started looking for jobs nearer home. There are some out there but the agencies want me to see what happens when I go back. My company are definitely up to something but what?, I know not.
Yesterday we had Shouty Boy over for the day. His dad had taken his brother to see Birmingham/Newcastle in the FA Cup. To stop him feel left out it was decided that he could spend the day with us. He really wanted to make the Tardis from his Shake 'a' Maker that he'd had for Christmas. For some reason this has ended up at our house. Could this be that his parents don't want the mess in their house?
Well he made it; painted it and left it. Amount of mess 0. A fewer minor paint splots on his hands but none on his clothes or our furniture.
While the plaster was drying we took him out to lunch. How many 5 year old children do you know who eat Chicken Pocora? Well he does.
Today he announced that he was going to move in with us permanently. It was pointed out that we weren't always this friendly, accommodating or any less boring than his present home. This didn't seem to phase him. His mother pointed out that his birthday party would have to be cancelled, as they wouldn't pay for it if he didn't live with them; this too was met with little upset.
I finally convinced him that (Sad Sister don't read this) he should stay with his parents until after his party. That way they'd pay for it and he'd get one. We'd then see what happened after this. This seemed to do the trick. However after lunch, he got upset because he couldn't come home with us.
In other new we had a vote today to decide whether or not to allow our church to be used as a polling station in the forthcoming Welsh Assembly elections in April. Members we given 3 options:
1. Use the enttrance area only
2. Allow use of the sanctuary
3. Not allow any use of the building
To explain this a little, I need to say that wew do not have a church hall. Our building is worship area, place for coffee mornings and youth group meetings. We have no rooms suitable for use other than the main hall, complete with lectern, organ and cross. Therefore the body of the church could be the polling area.
We allowed proportional representation to make things easier and to prevent the need for further ballots. The final result meant that the entrance area could be used or, if this was not suitable, nothing at all. The use of the sanctuary polarised the votes completely. There was a 50% vote for and a 50% vote against its use.
Rev Chugabug has therefore been told to tell the council that they can use the entrance area. She didn't seem happy at this. It turns out that she had told them that the sanctuary was the likely venue for use. Despite the deaconate providing 3 options she'd failed to pass this information onto the council in previous discussions.
It is very unusual that we have never received a written request for the church's use as a polling station. Knowing the local council we are very surprised that the request was made via a telephone call direct to the minister. I know that church halls are used as polling stations but am not aware of actual churches. I thought that this would be against the separation requirements of church & state and unallowable in view of the feelings of non-Christian sectors of society.
The title refers to the Christmas episode of The Simpsons. It was Homer's response when asked about Christmas Charity.