Don't Hide Your Butt Under A Bushel

Fun fact about adult jobs: It’s kind of hard to get out of it if you work with someone you don’t especially enjoy. In kid life, you change classes or wards or jobs fairly regularly, so you always have this hope that you won’t have to work with them again. Real life jobs are a bit more permanent.

Project Naomidis has been rapidly expanding and we needed to pick me up an underling. Since about 60% of Pfizer’s projects have been cut recently, we easily found an extra guy. Was that guy annoying, degrading, and socially inept? Maybe. But for the sake of my friends Andy and Alex (who are permanent employees), I’ve been trying to occupy his time.

Among the mandatory (optional) mandatory meetings I attended this week, I loved the one on Innovation. The speakers were charismatic, positive, and entertaining. And thanks to some post-meeting emails, things are in the works for Pfizer Pfest 2016.

Hannah’s last night with us happened to fall on guac night. Hannah also had to get out the last of her cooking vibes, so she also made a casserole and cookies. Meaning I ate happy that night and for the rest of the week. I even brought in some extra avocados and made fresh gourmet guacamole for my intern friend, Maddie.

“I’m the Renegade” (close quote). Thursday was wrapped up by a rather ridiculous playing of Bang! I think I’ve played a little too much Totally Insane, judging by the amount of cheating I supposed was acceptable. Greg was not a fan. He was also mad that I actually ended up as the Renegade because I kept saying I was and playing the song “Renegades” by X Ambassador as my theme song.

In matters of domesticity, Greg made a bean dip. Also, I made a painting. And I finished sewing a skirt that I started upon my return from my mission. Look at me, being a woman.

Friday we made it to the temple for the six o’clock. I love being in the temple with my family. Except when Greg and I get asked to be the witness couple. The real world equivalent might be getting on the kissing cam with your brother. Awks. After the session, we did some sealings with Grampy and one other brother joined us. Grampy kept butchering his name and finally said, I’m going to get this right Koh-fee. I got it wrong, didn’t I? Love that guy.

Other people I love. President Haight. He’s a delightful human. Brother Christensen. Very elegant and poised. And President Packer. What a great mission president. He really took advantage of his resources and made some innovative changes. He’s also such a loving individual. I especially love watching him with his mentally challenged daughter. He just loves her so much, it’s incredible. We’re going to miss him.

The YSA Ward on Sunday featured the Hutchins family. I had the RS lesson, Dad just talked a lot during Sunday School, and Greg spoke during Sacrament meeting along with President Monson. Both wonderful talks. I sat next to Sister Monson who I think wants me to marry her son David, even though she knows we’re sworn enemies.

We ended the week off right by escorting our three munchkin siblings to Mimi and Grampy’s house for the week while our parents are in England and France (and they didn’t even invite me). Who doesn’t enjoy a good taco dinner, as supplied by Jenny and Rachel? And we sat in on both Grampy’s HT lesson and Aaron’s sister missionary visit. We played a game where we pulled a name of another person there and wrote down 1 thing we wanted them to do. The twist was that we had to then do that thing for that person instead. Funny examples include Sara asking her dad to pay for college and Lavinia asking me to get married. Quelle tromperie!