Thursday, August 03, 2006

A pleasant vacation, cont.

Alrighty then, where was I when I last left off. I neglected to mention the fantasic folks we met while in and around Jeffersonville. Bro. Trevor and his wife invited us to their home after evening service for a bit o' ice cream. My kiddies immediately went wild with his kiddies, and we had a dandy ol' time. It was great to get to meet Bro. Trevor in person.

We got to shake Bro. Billy Paul's hand at the tabernacle just before service, saw Bro. Hickerson (but didn't get to speak with him), and enjoyed a great conversation with Bro. Willard Collins' brother (I can't remember his name for the life of me). What a great time of fellowship we had; just a wonderful bunch of people!

And according to the HBDI profile I completed at work a few weeks ago, I like people. But not planning or organizing. The idea, I suppose, is that we can use our profiles to better understand one another. Some places make you hang your profile on your wall so that any visitor will know how to communicate with you, but so far we haven't had to do that. I have one more "workshop" to attend to help us learn how to use this new information when we deal with each other, yadda yadda.

Speaking of people, I have seen my share of strangeness on the subway, which I started to take to work a few weeks ago. On one ride home, a man with glazed over eyes sort of stumbled on the train and asked if the train was headed to a station on a completely different leg of the MARTA system. Several of us passengers looked rather puzzled, and a nurse sitting beside us told him, "No". Maybe after whatever he was on wore off he found his way to wherever he was going without falling onto the tracks. He didn't get on and sit down beside me, which was the most important thing at the time.

The leg I ride transfers mostly businessfolk, so I thankfully haven't seen anything truly bizarre. It's mostly above ground, so it's more like riding the Disney World monorail than you'd think, except that there aren't any turnstile thingys protecting you from stumbling onto the tracks in front of an oncoming train. And you have about 15 seconds to get on or off when the train stops. The first time I rode to work on the train I got a case of the *ahem* "runs", which was not at all fun, especially considering I had to walk about half a mile from the train station to work.

And on a sad note, tomorrow is my last day working here with my brother, who is moving on to greener pastures. Weep weep weep! The ol' nasty scoundrel.

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