The gawdess is in a pis*sy mood.
Could be hormonal.
Could be that we are hemmoraging money.
(Guess how much it cost to have shots done for 4 dogs? Yeah, you in the front row? $400? How did you know that?)
Or it could be spiritual in nature.
Church sucks butt.
This is not a new thing but yesterday it got ratcheted up a couple of degrees.
Turns out that somecow is telling the board that I maybe trying to rewrite my job description (I co-ordinate and teach Sunday School) without consulting with anyone else.
It is all a bit crazy, but what it comes down to, is that my interest in expanding the from just working with children at church to working with youth and adults, messes with this other person's agenda about what is most important for the church.
Silly me, I figure that finding out what the congregation wants and NOT manipulating it for my own weird personal gratification, is most important.
Anyway, I will be putting in my resignation at the end of this month and right now I feel a peculiar blend of unhappiness and relief.
And I feel kind of stupid.
I wanted church, this church and this place to be different.
Lifted above the morass of petty oneupmanship and of course it isn't.
And I want to smack some people and have a dramatic showdown with lots of cool cutting comments (on my part of course) and leave justified devastation behind me.
Fantasy is a good thing sometimes.
Tomorrow, the gawdess will strive to be happy once again.