Irritable Bowel Syndrome Message Boards | Me and my funny faith --- really long post

I had a really hard day today. Not the kind everyone else is having with health problems and family issues, just your regular run of the mill hard day. Last night I went to karaoke with my friends, which I do almost every week. I couldn't find my favorite Shakira CD to practice with, which was really frustrating. While I was looking, I was talking to myself outloud saying come on, where is it? Where is it? I learned this from my mom who always asks her (now deceased) old nanny Lizzie to help her find things. Mom will really say Lizzie! Where is that sweater!, even though Lizzie has been gone for 24 years. Anyway so we're all a little crazy and we look for things by calling outloud for them. I looked through every CD case in my apartment, sorted through my desk, looked EVERYWHERE, and gave up.

The karaoke list didn't have Shakira this time anyway so it turned out to be no big deal. I did make three new friends last night which was another fun story (one of them noticed my Orthodox cross that I wear on my chain, and then showed me his own, and I NEVER meet other Orthodox Christians, and he introduced me to 2 of his friends, also Orthodox, and we turned out to know like 20 people in common), but anyway I ended up staying out until about 2, later than I'd planned.

I woke up at 7am this morning to work on my brief for my moot court team at school (so stressful), and then got my butt to my job by 10am. Here's where the fun started. I'm working as a building caretaker for a new york historic landmark building, and I will move into the building in march. For now, I am going in about 6 hours a week, two weeks a month, to keep the place superficially clean so that the club members (the club owns the building) can come in and have their meeting.

There is one woman at the club, the rest are men. She is so mean, and spent the entire day giving me extra work and belittling me. I won't go into details because I'll get all upset, but suffice it to say that the woman stood ten feet from me, pretended I wasn't in the room, and told the secretary what a bad job I was doing. She did a thousand other things, just as bad. The good part is that she's crazy, and everyone knows it. Everyone else thinks I'm doing a great job, but it's still so hard for me to bite my tongue and do what this woman says. So obviously I was thinking all kinds of hateful things about her, and saying most of them to the secretary (when the woman had left the building, of course -- I have enough tact to make sure someone is out of earshot before I talk about them!).

Anyway I was going up in the elevator and I just started feeling bad about how I had sunk to this woman's level and had gotten all angry. I wanted and needed some help dealing with her and controlling myself. I prayed aloud, which I really almost never do, except when I'm praying with a bunch of people like at church -- or looking for something! (I think the last time I prayed outloud alone was in a car accident). Anyway I was really just saying Lord have mercy a million times, nothing too poetic or special. And for the rest of the day I really was just trying to be serene and calm and do what this woman wanted, because that was the easiest way to deal with her, and probably the best way to preserve my job. She went home pretty soon after that and I worked for 5 more hours, and it was really okay.

I finally got home after 9 hours of cleaning (and I'm talking scrubbing the bathroom floors, vacuuming 5 flights of steps), and I called my mom. My parents have been in florida for a week so have missed a lot of drama about this woman talking about me behind my back, and all kinds of other horrible things, which all culminated today. So I was talking to my mom when I finally let myself cry after holding it in all day. I talked to my mom for an hour and a half. The whole time we were talking, I was either laying on the couch or kind of putzing around my apartment, moving things around, filing my nails, muting the TV so I could hear her, all kinds of things. Well just as we were about to get off the phone, I turned toward my desk and said OH MY GOD. My Shakira CD was sitting ON TOP OF my wallet (which I used today), my nail file, and the remote, both of which I used while we were talking. I'm sure the real explanation was that somehow in my distraction I moved enough things around that the CD ended up on top, but I SWEAR that the CD was noplace on my desk at all last night when I was looking all through it. And yet there it was, right on top of everything I had just used, just sitting there. I really got goosebumps and just said THANK YOU LIZZIE, and really just laughed at what a funny sense of humor God has, what an inventive and personal way He has of making sure I know He's really there. I really just sat down and cried and felt so much releif, like everything is just going to be fine. I know you think I probably inhaled too many cleaning products today but there a couple other religious fanatics on this board who might find my little "pennies from heaven" story amusing, so I thought I'd share.
Panda

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Amanda

I live in the Big Apple, but I don't eat the skin

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