Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club

Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club

Another Lenten season is upon me. I haven’t been a strict Catholic since I was a young lad, and I attend once a year, usually the Easter Vigil mass. Something about the ritual of Catholicism keeps me from venturing towards another church. The rules are pretty much the same, the “thou shall not’s” are similar. I don’t like being around people so I’m not active in anything really. I don’t really have a hard core belief, I believe in an afterlife, but I look back and see what I was taught and I laugh at my naiveté. I don’t laugh, outwardly at least, at adults who believe in the doctrine I believed when I was 13.

Christmas would seem the most logical time to embrace or question faith. I suppose it is the shopping for sales, or the perfect gift, or filling out cards with comments that are non secular but express warm greetings. The birth of the Son of God by a virgin, who will grow up to die a horrible death for sins of a chubby Hispanic that will not occur for 2000 years does stretch the limit of imagination.
It is Fat Tuesday, the day before Ash Wednesday. If you live in a fun area it is doubtful you are at work. You would be on a parade route catching beads with your children or grandchildren and trying not to get caught by your old lady looking at women baring their all for some beads. Sounds like fun.

I sit in my disheveled office working on paperwork and hoping no one bugs me. This is my goal every day, to not get annoyed by somebody. This has a sister companion thought, I must bug whomever bugs me. I don’t get bugged by the performance of my normal duties. I am bugged by the entitlement that some feel.

An example: Yesterday was a federal holiday, but not a state holiday. President’s Day is celebrated the day after thanksgiving. 5:00 on the dot one of the needy persons came down and wanted something posted and certified from our mail room, our Bureau Chief and I explained that the mail room closed at 3:00 and no one is available. In a snide manner (which showed the extent of her face lift) she said “None of you know how to do it?”, normally I would go ½ ballistic and use my mental thesaurus to explain in careful details that a reasonable person would keep track of their duties to the point, if they needed something special they would give a heads up.

However, A mental mule gave me a kick to the head, and I said “Even if we could, the Post Office is closed today and no mail is going out”, dejectedly we walked away and said out loud “What am I supposed to tell them”, to which I told the BC “Tell them to do their job and be prepared”

Moving on

The DA turns 50 this week and she has been crying and is depressed because her sisters get special presents on momentous birthdays, and she gets very little. I try to explain that her behavior dictates the present. Her sister got a trip to Alaska for her her 50th, the DA gets 50 bucks.

The DA has been deemed Mentally incompetent to stand trial, but she has been arrested 4 times for crossing a parking lot and a cop saw her and shoplifting which almost got me in trouble because the Cop was bored and I don’t like cops, ( I was doing laundry and didn’t know what the DA was doing until a cop came). So the DA is acting like she has a get out of Jail free card, but she doesn’t like to wait, so it costs 50.00 to bal her out, and the cops don’t seem to care they are wasting her time

Actual fat man musings:

Lent starts tomorrow, as I have mentioned, I believe but I don’t really want to explain or become inconvenienced. I like ritual. I like the ashes aspect, or the thinking behind it. I haven’t tried to give up something for lent in a very long time. I had a thought a few days ago to form a weight loss group during Lent for “Lost Catholics”. It would be the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club. A club for people wanting to quit some vice, smokes, booze, etc, and we would work towards losing weight, with the idea that if one goal is reached, the others would fall in line.

There is a sinister idea behind the Agnostic Ash Wednesday Chub Club, but I haven’t formed it out fully

I weigh 242, smoke, booze on Fridays
Let’s see how I do dealing with the DA’s 50’th

Valentines day

I deliver ups/fedex in addition to the volumn of paperwork I do. I usually have someone else do it, but he has been attached to mail , and we recently lose someone who was detailed out because they didn't fit in. I had no problem with this person but they burned a lot of bridges and when spyin alligations came to light, there were trust issues

12-13 flowers or candy came in today and I got someone to help me cause very simply I'm really bad with names, I have a dour disposition, and I hate the look of ladies I pass as I wheel the cart of flowers past them.

A coworker who I have worked with 22 years and tried to emparrass me at every turn, said she doesn't like flowere anymore because she doesn't like dealing with the expected BJ later.

Part of getting old I guess