It’s been a while since I posted about my little Springcreek drama (where I had a hard time listening to other people), so a followup is in order.<\/p>\n
Tonight, after the First Wednesday service, Scott (the guy who gets paid to manage the presentation) asked if I had a few minutes…<\/p>\n
I knew what was coming. I really didn’t want it to be so, but when your boss asks you to meet with them privately, it’s usually not good news.<\/p>\n
Apparently, there’d been noticeable tension in the booth when I last served. Charles is frustrated with me; I’m frustrated with him. I get frustrated at myself for making mistakes, etc., so much so that another volunteer sent a message to Charles asking what was going on between him and me.<\/p>\n
So, Scott made an executive decision to pull me out of the booth and “work on other creative areas”, which means doing slides for music, etc., maybe video stuff once I get a computer that can do that. It’s supposedly only temporary, at least until things cool off.<\/p>\n
No, I don’t know how I feel about it. I’m hurt that Charles didn’t talk to me directly; I’m hurt that a church that prides itself on building relationships isn’t letting this one sort itself out; I’m just hurt right now. I’m also in a down state, and I’ve got to take that into account.<\/p>\n
But ultimately, what matters? Nothing of this earth, certainly. However, I’m not in heaven yet, so this world has a chance to try to cut me to see if I bleed.<\/p>\n
I’m choosing for now to be gracious as possible. Right now, that’s not very gracious, because I’m human as the next person, but it’s the best I can do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s been a while since I posted about my little Springcreek drama (where I had a hard time listening to other people), so a followup is in order. Tonight, after the First Wednesday service, Scott (the guy who gets paid to manage the presentation) asked if I had a few minutes… I knew what was … <\/p>\n