So the other day we were all praying at work. (This is a big aside where I reveal that in real life I work at a faith-based company and you go “No fucking way” and I’m like “I know, right?” HR needs to do better background checks.)
So there’s like a hundred of us in the hallway during this celebration and the Bishop says in this really loud and dramatic way, “Oh Heavenly Father: Hear our prayer!” and immediately some guy from engineering’s walkie-talkie blasts out: “COME IN, CHUCK!” and I had to walk out in the middle of the prayer because I totally snorted and was drawing attention to myself because all I could think of is how I bet God was only half-listening and then was all “WTF? Did the Bishop just call me ‘Chuck‘?” and that’s when I realized I was probably not getting into heaven unless God has one hell of a sense of humor, which he probably does because hello? he’s making me work at a faith-based organization. I mean, he’s not making me work there but I hear he kind of controls everything so technically this is probably his fault. If anything, they should blame God for making me snort in the middle of the prayer. When I get fired I’ll have to remember to tell the Bishop that.
Comment of the day: I’ve know since the 80’s that Charles was in Charge. ~Katie