I was walked over to my co-workers feeling down and trying not to show it because I didn't want it to be a big deal. That morning I had looked at my fundraising account. The account that my salary comes out of as well as what pays for all the coffees I have with teens. Dire would be an appropriate word at this point.
We were there for a prayer meeting. We ended up talking and praying about fundraising. This would be a good time to mention that I am a huge cry baby. So yes. I cried. It was a bad day ok? Give me a break.
To understand the rest of this story you need to know that next month my supervisor is teaching all of the YFC staff in the Greater Vancouver chapter about how to fundraise. He asked for help with this huge task and I said I would help teach on a subject he chose.
So here we are. I'm crying. They are doing fairly well at talking to me considering the awkwardness of standing there with a crying female. We pray about it and one of my coworkers asks me "What subject are you teaching about next month at the fundraising meeting?" With tears wet on my cheeks, with my nose all plugged up the way it does when you try to hold back tears, I look up with wide eyes and blubber out "Attitude." Ha! Attitude, he he he. Funny stuff. I still can't help but giggle when I think about it.
Finding Hypocrisy in myself is often times very, very funny.