You know how I like sharing church bulletin errors for my daily joke?
I may be in the next one.
My church is made up of three congregations which merged two years ago. When it became clear that the Vicar, David, was going to implode under the weight of the work, seven ministries were set up to help him. I am the team leader for our Communications Ministry (hey, desperation makes even the likes of me look attractive).
Tomorrow night, we have a Ministry Teams Leaders’ meeting at the vicarage, at which we will most definitely, absolutely and certainly not complain (it is vital that you know this, because of what follows). We have nothing – and no-one, especially not vicars – to complain about, because we all love what we do and don’t need paying for it, not even one hundredth of a dong (you don’t believe me? So xu me).
One of my jobs is to post details of our activities on Facebook. If you are not on Facebook, I’d better explain something: when you type Such and such is happening @ such and such, the @ causes Facebook to offer names for you to link to, and puts it in the appropriate spot. I always ignore them. Or so I thought…
Today’s Facebook post – check Tuesday at 19:30:
But you know what really incensed me? The space I created between tomorrow night’s meeting and Wednesday’s date disappeared.
Formatting errors – now that is a crime.
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Previous Two Words:
Weltschmerz: sentimental pessimism. Kind of how I feel every time I read my friends’ Facebook statuses.
Vilipend: to regard or treat as of little value or account. What I just did to my Facebook friends, right before they all de-friended me.
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)