To the Boss:
I scanned tonight’s hand-out and placed the copies in the shared folder. I also did the same for last night’s workshop. I liked the presider’s copy better than yours. It’s bigger and clearer.
Anyway, the recruiter who sat to my left is a god-damned, crazy bitch. Normally, I’d expect someone with politeness to excuse herself properly and graciously to the eldest member/original master prior to seating herself.
I clearly would NOT be able to hide my anger in public as I did tonight. Crazy bitches like her deserve a piece of my thuggish behavior. She is the wife of one of the altar server.
For the first hand-out, which is a new mass, I wasn’t sure if the crazy bitch liked or wanted a copy when I attempted to hand one to her. She didn’t move her body to reach out.
Instead, she kept her demonically-angled eyebrows, angry/fugly face straight and stern and retorted to me: “How about me? You aren’t the only looking at it.” But I flicked off that Visayan subtly with my left finger as I held the pages of two earlier hand-outs between my legs.
For the second hand-out for Advent, she demanded with her same demonic/angry face: “Give me one.” I said rather low and loudly: “Please.” She followed-up with “Please”. Nasty psycho.
Out of the corner of my left eye, I felt my bag move and saw her right knee touching the handle of my Coach bag. I slowly grabbed my personal property from my left side and moved it over to the right side – between the original master and me.
I rolled my eyeballs upward in disgust and turned my back to her and slouched slightly to my right, leaning against the pew to face the pastor/presider.
(I did the same thing – move away from the reptilian who would stop coughing behind me. This was during yesterday morning’s workshop. I had to move from the center aisle of the seventh pew on the BVM side and towards the center. He is also one of the altar servers.)
These strange incidences all transpired when the pastor was speaking of alleged “anonymous” phone call complaints (which he didn’t return) from the loudness of the microphone. He emphasized how the cantors would sing too loudly and up-close to the microphone.
Perhaps, the pastor was referring to the LOUDEST singer of the group – a pre-teenager who normally sings the “National Anthem” prior to local sports game. But the pastor glanced in my direction/looked at me several times.
I don’t know if you assholes want me to continue as “cantor” for any group. You idiots didn’t tell me that the microphone is sensitive until two Saturdays ago. Bunch of stupid old Filipinos with “recognition-deficient” attitudes!
I have NOT yet informed the lead of one group if I wanted to “cantor” this weekend – as per a text message from your Mom to do so. Hmm. I thought I heard her speaking behind us but I was too deaf to hear the contents.
I may have also heard your Dad and maybe you. (Damn I love your voice!) But I was too deaf to hear the audience asking questions. I couldn’t hear the presider of the workshop.
I did jot down some useless notes and nodded in approval of certain things she said, such as leaving too early and the moment of silence after Communion and all sorts of “desirable”, but not required changes.
Overall, I’m glad you and your “twin” showed up. I was surprised that many others from different groups attended tonight. I didn’t stick around to speak with anyone. Because there was little to say.
Just so you know, and as per my old blog entry which was probably dated last year, Gloria placed both her hands on my shoulders and jumped up and down in excitement. I froze in place as she giggled until she stopped. The group was talking in front of the parish. She did this maybe one or twice more.
I’m just doing my part to keep you away from the likes of Gloria S. The crazies are “in the house” of the Lawd Gawd! Maw reported to me that the crazy bitch, backed away from Maw who tried to offer a greeting with a hug. From then on we stopped going near her.
God-damned, crazy psychos!
Huh,
Flynn…
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