Hope you are having a wonderful time sending the little ones back to school and out of the house, ending your vacations and waiting for the full blue moon and some cooler weather. Ready to shake it up to dig into the sweaters and turn up the heat?
Seems the Tummy Temple is doing the same. Since I attend service every day, I see the changes.
One day the aisles are full of boxes with no one to empty. Another day there is an army of new faces checking the prices with their handheld devices. Then it seems the evening crew put away the cardboard, but everything still seemed in disarray. The frozen food was scattered and half empty. The orange juice was half full. Plenty of t-paper but now the pharmacy section is being rearranged. The produce is frantic trying to keep enough bananas that are yellow and not green. The ‘prepared’ food is mostly empty or yesterday’s bargain. The dead animal section is empty. I don’t want to test the dairy.
The flower section is expanding closing off an entrance. The basket locks seem to be working for I can find a zip cart, but where are the bumper cars?
Many of the familiar faces are still there but seem to be just as confused as the congregation. Put this shelve over here. Move the bread into the pasta aisle. Move the wine into the baby food.
I’m an old hand at watching this space change. I’ve been through three denominations and even an expansion, so a bit of shifting around is fine with me. I’ll find what I’ve come for and then pay my tithes.
This is management 101. Move things around
to make you look busy. Even bring out the Zamboni to clean the spaces as the
congregation try to find substance for another day.
This is what makes life an adventure. If you know the peeps and they are compliant in being an employee taking request and directing customer service, then there is no stress. The canned soup is still going to taste the same. The frozen pizza that has been thawed more times than be counted will still burn in the oven.
Tomorrow I will climb on my pony and try to avoid any vehicle crashes to venture into the Tummy Temple for a new experience.
1 comment:
"The sead animal section." LOL I suppose the music is the hum of the automatic cashier printing your receipt. And the choir? Perhaps the PA announcers that there's a car blocking the delivery access.
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