Christian Morals, loosely defined

So I'm dropping by the old homestead yesterday to get the last of my personal effects, possessions and a table for my diningroom. A coworker (I'm lucky in that i work with a bunch of big, strong, helpful, dumb men) offered to assist in wrestling around the furniture... That was Sunday....

By early Monday, he had prayerfully considered my situation, and although he still agreed that I needed to get out of my home and start the healing process... his christian morals (I'm not using a capital there, because I don't believe his morals are very Christain) would not allow for him to help a married woman move out of her house and into an apartment... He said "I'll help you with anything else... but I just can't help you move out." So what the heck??? (I have a potty-mouth, so you know what I really wanted to say {wink}) He first offered, and then recinded help, all in a 24-hour period. What a headache.

On the bright side... My boss just bought a half-million dollar house. (Here, that's big, kids). The last person in the world who I wanted to see my homestead was him. But he helped without question, and in the end, it was a very productive mission. Plus, I got to have my ego and pride shot to hell-in-a-handbasket. Yay.

I'm going out of town in a few days for job training. My mom said to get out there and kick my heels up. MOM, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GIVING ME PERMISSION TO DO???? I think I'll meet some close friends instead, and try to nurse my heartache.

Finally, I got sleep. And finally I ate. Getting back to normal has never been so depressing.