IT’s run by the church, and the current Rev wants to get away from all that icky “help those dirty poor people” stuff, and turn the church into a Nu-Wave Multi-Media Artsy Place to Be.
Jesus wept.
That Pastor is a dumbass.
The senior warden is so pissed he left for a six month vacation-he told me privately he doesn’t know if he can come back to that church. Fortunately for me I’m an atheist, so there while I’m mighty pissed off, there’s no “crisis of faith” to deal with.
Sounds like something that would need the Brazzers logo.
WTF is a “warden” in a church, and how is the word related to the position in a prison?
According to Wiki, it’s specific to the Anglican comunion. They’re a lay officer within a parish, but the duties appear to be “about anything the pastor or bishop considers appropriate”, from maintenance to keeping the peace to tracking inventory to making sure services are held when there isn’t a pastor (there may still be priests assigned to the parish, but not one who is officially in charge).
And from the Episcopal site.
Wow. In England they actually have the power to fine people for messing with the church.
Thanks, and /hijack!
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That is such a cheap, stereotyping comment. I feel like I am a worse human being, just based on the fact that I read it, or anything so simplistic and reductive.
It could also be a Naughty America logo.
I’m so tired of being depressed and anxious. I lost my job in November of 2013 and lost my shit about a year ago - ended up going to an intensive outpatient treatment program for almost two months. I didn’t really apply myself, never followed up with a psychiatrist about changing my meds, or even a psychologist about continuing therapy. I job searched for a while, with no results. And now I get depressed just LOOKING at job postings. It’s coming up on a year that I had my very public on-the-verge-of-suicidal meltdown (coincides nicely with my middle son’s birthday!) and I just want to stay in bed with my head under the blankets all day. I’m tired of living like this but I feel like enough of a failure for not getting better last year that I’m afraid to pursue any additional therapy because if that doesn’t work then it’s obvious that I’m just doomed to live the rest of my life as a miserable husk of a person.
Averie537, please follow up with a counselor, therapist, or psychiatrist. Please. There is help available and you don’t have to go on this way.
A close member of my family was in this situation a decade or so ago. She would try and try on her own, obtaining and then losing jobs over and over. It’s difficult to keep a job when some days you just cannot get out of bed, or it takes you three hours to get dressed to go out. After one failed suicide attempt she was fortunate enough to get referred by a hospital to a therapist and psychopharmacologist. It turned out the initial diagnosis was wrong. There was a long process of trying and balancing various medications. She is graduating from college this spring and is currently researching the job market and making plans for grad school.
You can’t fault yourself if one particular therapy attempt doesn’t work, or is taking too long to work. If you had an earache and the first medicine didn’t work and your doctor had to try new antibiotics to clear it up, would that be a failure on your part? No. Mental health can be comparable.
MLS is right. You aren’t a failure for not getting better – something else is obviously needed. I know it’s hard to get the energy and will to call for help but try. Is there anyone who can help support you in this?
Avarie537, would you be to blame, if you needed glasses and your prescription wasn’t right?
What’s fucked up is not your eyes, it’s your biochemistry, but both need external help to fix. I hope you can get the right kind of help soon.
Avarie537 - I hope you can get some useful help soon.
Avarie537, please follow up with someone. BTDT. It took 4 tries before I found the right medication that keeps me (mostly) sane. Also, I am local, and if you want to send a PM for references, I would be happy to help you get somewhere.
My local junior college, the one I graduated from, is offering adult ed courses. Which is good, don’t get me wrong. I got their most recent course catalogue in the mail. Some of the courses they offer are very useful, and some are not as useful but are fun. Those aren’t the courses I’m complaining about. What I’m complaining about is that they offer courses in bullshit too. Stuff like reiki, chi, natural healing, and at least two courses on tarot card reading.
That stuff’s not even just ordinary bullshit. It’s absolute fucking bullshit. And people pay money to take courses in this nonsense!
My arm has gone numb again. Except the shoulder, that still hurts like fuck. Gonna go see the doctor early this month, I guess. Yay for avascular necrosis!
I have a flipping UTI, complete with high fever. It’s painful and uncomfortable, but apparently I got to the doc just before it got really, really bad. But, my daughter also has strep throat. So I’m at home, waiting for my own antibiotics to kick in while helping her and peeing every five minutes. She can’t have antibiotics because she just had an ear infection last week. Dammit, and she knows how to read so she keeps reading over my should so I can’t swear like I want to.
Shit, overly, I’ve had UTIs but never one that included a fever. whimper Hope you and your daughter are feeling better soon.
Walking down the skyway for lunch. This guy in a motorized wheelchair (who I’d just given $5, yes I’m a softie) goes zipping down the way at a good clip. Two women walk off a skyway that joins at a 90 degree angle. Looking straight at each other and never bothering to think they’re walking into (foot) traffic or be aware of their surroundings, one of them t-bones the guy in the wheelchair. Hard. He didn’t go over, but he backed up without a word, spun around and then did a wide arc around them giving them the stink eye. The woman who did it just said “Oh, sorry.” Nothing more. Blind Clueless Cunt.