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Post by Just curious on Sept 5, 2007 21:30:01 GMT -5
I have always felt that I was obligated to help out at preps. Always ended up with all the crappy jobs. Didn't like being ordered around by the workers. And worse yet, after lunch most of the workers would give you a job and they would go take a nap. What a crock of crap. Why do some of us put up with this year after year. The only good thing was to get to know the workers for who and how they really are. Bossy!
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Post by wingsofaneagle on Sept 5, 2007 21:44:22 GMT -5
Dont you know that the hard work and sacrifice will get you a better place in heaven? Willing hands rebuilt the wall!!!!
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Post by guest49 on Sept 5, 2007 21:55:31 GMT -5
wingsofaneagle just what is it that you do at preps? pray for everyone busting their butts so you can say something nice?
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Post by withered on Sept 5, 2007 23:21:55 GMT -5
after washing LOTS of benches LOTS of benches-all surfaces-by myself I finished. Being female, I went to a sister worker-the only one I could find-was in the kitchen.
I stood outside the cook house, so to not let flies into the kitchen,I knocked and politely asked if there was something I could do to help?
She said to me, and this is a quote, spoken in a very firm voice. "I dooooooonnnnn't nnnneeeeeeeddd you."
It wasn't a stutter. She spoke in a long drawn out-firm (some might say nasty) voice.
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Post by i can help on Sept 6, 2007 0:09:41 GMT -5
She said to me, and this is a quote, spoken in a very firm voice. "I dooooooonnnnn't nnnneeeeeeeddd you." I might be able to shed some light on this. My ex-wife used to talk just like this (in fact I think she even said the same thing word for word). It was because she had one of those little discreet "wear it while your walking around" vibrating adult toys in *ahem* well... where they go.
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Post by freedom on Sept 6, 2007 0:13:42 GMT -5
She said to me, and this is a quote, spoken in a very firm voice. "I dooooooonnnnn't nnnneeeeeeeddd you." I might be able to shed some light on this. My ex-wife used to talk just like this (in fact I think she even said the same thing word for word). It was because she had one of those little discreet "wear it while your walking around" vibrating adult toys in *ahem* well... where they go. ;D ;D ;D Hee, hee, hee! That is just tooo funny! ;D ;D ;D
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Post by wanttobewithGod on Sept 6, 2007 0:23:42 GMT -5
Lol oh my.
edited for revealing content. ;D
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Post by K guset on Sept 6, 2007 5:16:20 GMT -5
Oh my what memories. I hated washing all those dishes. On work day I enjoyed the fellowship with the other friends, but as the years went by, I began to despise that day rolling around.
An older sister worker once told one of the friends to come see me because I had been helping for years and knew exactly what needed to be done. That authority was not accepted by many of the friends. I always thought of myself as a shy person and found difficulty giving orders. This caused me so much stress that this year I was just emotionally to sick to help out to much. However, I did attend work day and went directly to the laundry room. It sure did not take long for the sister worker in charge to find me and tell me I was needed elsewhere, and put me in charge of several friends. I always felt sorry for the women who were asked to come and cook for several days at a time. I am glad I have not been asked to do that. I have mentioned that I can hardly boil water. ha.
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Post by hawk on Sept 6, 2007 12:56:01 GMT -5
If you're not a helper by nature, don't bother helping - you're probably more in the way than lending assistance. I always thought preps was fun. It didn't matter what the chore was, I knew it had to be done. Swatting flies and trapping mice were the most menial jobs. Painting, washing walls, floors, and ceilings, cleaning dusty or livestock smelling tables and equipment, etc. are the most common jobs.
One year I took it upon myself to straighten out the tool shed since most people don't put tools back where they found them. Once I got it straightened up, I built musical instruments from scraps and pieces and parts. It may not have been helpful at the moment, but people seemed to enjoy sitting around after supper playing with the instruments. We also erected a volleyball net to provide after-hours entertainment for those who didn't care for homemade music.
We built an apartment for one of the workers out of a lean-to cattle windbreaker fully equipped with power by extension cord (not exactly code), his name on a plaque outside, and ditch weed planted out front. Unfortunately, one of the older workers recognized the weed and told us to dig them up immediately . . . so we hung them inside from the rafters to dry.
Point is you make out of preps what you want; it can be an enjoyable experience or a dreadful one. If you've made up your mind it's going to be dreadful, don't go. Spare others your disgust.
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Post by wingsofaneagle on Sept 6, 2007 13:13:18 GMT -5
wingsofaneagle just what is it that you do at preps? pray for everyone busting their butts so you can say something nice? I enjoyed preps even though the work was hard sometimes. My job at Monaghan convention for many years was cleaning the lime off the concrete with ammonia. I never complained because I thought is was my part/contribution to convention. I have great memories of preps as a kid too. You accuse me of not saying something nice. Im no longer part of the "group" but those complaining about preps seemingly are. As Hawk said... if you dont like it... don't go!
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