gripe \
It kinda struck me this weekend that we all have different gifts. I was a little angry at Heather for running late to initiation and Feast of Roses and then trying to “fix” problems that weren’t really problems just more like last minutes details. Then she takes away the prompter book from me and is busy fanning herself with it every time somebody needs to be prompted. Then at Feast of Roses I’m at the house trying to get the frozen lasagna to cook faster and send everyone on to do the toasts while the lasagna finishes cooking. Even though I was supposed to do one of the toasts. Heather’s in the room chatting it up with the parents. Now the chatting with the parents is the part I freak out about. I’m horribly shy and really hate meeting lots of new people.
I live 7 hours away. Do I get to sit around and have fun like others? No, I’m lifting to help put tables back in the attic (after dislocating the left shoulder at the end of Sept). At 11:30 am I’m at the house taking care of the Social Coordinator who’s freaking about the lasagna not being done. FoR started at noon. I walked in with the last of the lasagna at 12:30 just as they were finishing singing Grace. It worked wonderfully in the end. Anyway I went out and saw the number of people there and nearly freaked out. I ended up serving the ice, tea and water just to have a role to do. I have a lot easier time meeting people if it’s within a role. I meet 3 new people per night plus their family as their nurse. But I freak out in social situations when I don’t know my role.
/Random girping ended.