At work today, I dusted and vacuumed behind the pipes of the organ. The organ in the conference center is HUGE compared to the tabernacle one. I also got my security card and keys that open the temple gates, and the front door to the conference center. Feel the power. For some reason, blogger is double spacing everything. I have no idea what this will look like when published. Once again, thank you Toni for your "ode to nice girls" post. very touching. I found a guy's version of it online. I like his too. http://fcweb.furman.edu/~kathleen.garber/ On to bigger and better things.
I have to go back to the twtching lady for a new parking pass. you know, the one who almost sliced off my arm? refer to my blog entitled "lost" if you are clueless. quite entertaining for those of the simple minds. Anywho, I have to go verify my new ID card. I know I'm going to get lost, and I know the lady will do something unexpected that will freak me out again. I'm quite nervous to go back down the secret elevator. who knows what will happen this time.
I had beef and barley soup for dinner. Barley looks like oversized weevils. Kind of disgusting.
According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers, and then there are educators.
Ah, custodians. gotta love em. I never thought I'd be one, but It pays money, and I get to work in a church environment. So Michelle, be happy to work at chick-fil-a, It's money, and something to keep you busy. I really should go to bed. have to babysit in the morning. actually in five hours to be exact. tootles.
Bec
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