One of those days

This was one of those mornings, for sure. I stayed up too late last night hoping the Patriots would lose. Woke up with a slight stomach ache this morning. Came to the office and had a phone message from the sound guy that he may or may not be here today. He “just wanted me to know.” Then I realized I forgot to buy French Vanilla coffee – which I’m sure I’ll hear about. Then… when I went to tune my acoustic/electric it wouldn’t work. At first I thought it was the tuner battery, then maybe a cable. I had just changed the battery for the internal electronics a few weeks ago, and was sure I’d used it since then. But after not finding the problem elsewhere I took out the equalizer – checked that both jacks were plugged in; unplugged and replugged them in, and… presto! It worked. I hate it when things like that happen. Then… after I put it all back together I realized I put the eq box in upside down. I thought about leaving it, but decided I didn’t need one more thing to think about while standing in front of everyone. Simply having the volume knob on the wrong side might not seem like a big deal, but it’s amazing how things are magnified when standing in front of an audience. So……… I’m tired already.

You know, I don’t know how to get across to the sound guy that it’s important for him to be here. I mean, as far as I’m concerned, it would be just like ME being gone. I know some people might not think it’s the same thing, but you just never know what might come up. Just like with a football team – the quarterback may be more visible, but it can be just as crucial to be missing an offensive lineman or the kicker or holder or something. Sometimes one “play” can make all the difference in the world.

And it’s not because this guy doesn’t care. He is a great guy, but I just don’t think people think it matters at all when they are gone – or when preparations can’t be made for someone to fill in. Sometimes it doesn’t matter, but sometimes it does.

It’s the same with teachers. We seem to be having a problem with them not getting to class on time. I “thought” I had told them all they need to be here by 8:45 or 8:50 at least. Apparently not. And again, I don’t think they don’t care… I just don’t think they think it matters. And most Sundays it doesn’t, because they know who will be in their class. But it only takes ONE Sunday for a new person to show up… and you never get another chance to make that first impression, and an opportunity may be lost. A person’s life may even be at stake.

It probably seems like I’m complaining, but I’m not. I’m just saying… I don’t know how to address these things – especially when I think I have already addressed them. I dunno. Maybe it doesn’t matter. But I happen to think Sundays ARE important. I know they were important when I was first thinking of trying church. It was important in my spiritual journey; it was important to my salvation; it was important to me even being alive at the time. And I’m grateful for the people who went out of their way to help me find my way. I just wish…..

Whatever. We’re all too self-centered. I dunno….