I went home this weekend for Easter. It is always stressful and I worry about walking the very fine line of not offending anyone in my family and my strong belief that you must stand up for your convictions. My husband had to work so it was just my boy and me at my mom’s. She was harried most of the weekend and we spent the majority of the time just getting things done. She is not the problem though. While she is a Christian and religious, she is by no means fanatical and is pretty open minded. I don’t discuss the fact that Easter is really a church coop of pagan celebrations of Oestre and Ishtar with her and I don’t let her know that I make sure my boy knows that fact. It is a don’t ask, don’t tell policy that is ok if it stays in place.
The issues come with going to church and having dinner at my brother’s house with people where political views trend to radical right. I got worked up Saturday night when my sister-in-law dropped by and told us a story of a friend of a friend who had been taken in to talk to the secret service after saying that he had a some-kind-of-gun-or-the-other for the president. It was said in a heated political debate and the guy was a gun collector. She seemed to think it was ridiculous they would ask questions and I said “They have too; there are too many crazy, bigoted people.” Instead of continuing the conversation, I decided it was time to take my boy to get the ice cream I had promised him. I ranted on the phone to my husband on the way to the store. “One crazy comment at dinner tomorrow and me and the boy are leaving!” “If the preacher mentions anything about the bill working its way through state legislature that would allow the state to opt out of the portion of the recent civil rights bill pertaining to gays, we are walking out!” The boy was upset by this and I realized my sensitivity was set way too high, but explained that we would walk out if anything was said because it is standing up for your principles.
I really didn’t need to worry so much. It is a holiday and you hear the same sermon every Easter. I also am pretty sure that the two guys in front of me were friends of Dorothy. One was obviously going to appease his mother and his friend came with him. They were both tan and buff… I’m just saying it made me more comfortable. The entire sermon was themed on the “the most important question”. I whispered to my boy, “The answer is 42”. He smiled. My mind wondered through the sermon and I thought about Kurt Vonnegut’s Church of God of the Utterly Indifferent. I just love that. What if we were freed from the idea that god – any god cared – and we just had to handle things on our own? My mind wandered back to Oestre and pagan myths and how Christ was born of a woman but that he was not really god until he emerged from the tomb. The tomb replaces the womb and thus eliminates any need of the feminine in Christianity. I bet that was Paul’s doing, although I bet he would have gotten along great with the guys in front of me. In the end, the most important question was “do you believe”. Boy looked at me and asked me if I did. I mouthed back that we would discuss it later. We haven’t yet, but if he asked me again while we are not sitting in church, I will explain my complicated relationship to religion as best I can.
Dinner also went off without a hitch. The relative that I de-friended on Facebook for using the “Live Free Or Die” flag as his picture didn’t asked me why I had cut him out of my friends. My brother didn’t goad me into any discussions and I kept my liberal bent reigned in tight. We also had to get on the road, so it was short and sweet. Still it was great to get home. My state is red, but not that red.
Office Space Part 2
Tags: Office Space
To continue the story:
I had a little bit of a Peter Gibbons moment. During the fourth revision of the report design, I was not hiding my disgruntlement well. My boss asked me what I thought. I told him that I thought the information was married with all its parts well on the first format. I told him it made since to my linear brain. I told him the other version seemed to be just an orgy of data to me and not the monogamous relationship of the first format. Where the analogy came from, I really don’t know. Yet, I think it was bizarre enough to get his attention. I redid the sample report in the fourth version and printed him a copy of the first format. He acted as if he had never seen it before. He asked if I had done all the reports in that format. I was baffled. That was the original format! It was based on what we have used for other reports! That giant binder I put on his desk last week had every report in format 1.0 and format 2.0. He obviously had never even bothered to look at it. Amazing! Bottom line, he is deliberating on this and I have a feeling we will return t o format 1.0.
In the end, none of the data has changed one bit. It is simply how it is arranged on a page. All this time on arranging information that no one will read!!