Fail

"A Mormonk is at peace. A mormonk realized that even with the best of intentions and suitably adequite planning, plans fall through." ~The Mormonk

I don't think y'all wished me enough luck.

Monday was supposed to be pretty straightforward. Work from 7a to 12, then just chillin' until the activity at 7p. Plenty of time to wash my robe and maybe even make some last minute modifications.

'Course, when I got the opportunity to work an extra four hours, I jumped at the chance. After all, that would still give me three hours to get my robes washed and all that jazz, right?

Things begin to look at little iffy around 3.30, when calls began to come into our office at an astonishing rate.

At 4.30, I'm beginning to think that this could get really tight. It was about then that I got a call on my cell from my other work, Papa Johns. The scheduled driver had called in sick at the last minute. For some strange reason, I agreed to come in at 6, which I barely made.

Ran pizzas until 8.15. Went straight to the activity from there.

Well, at least it wasn't cowardice.

MORMONK UPDATE: I'm going to finish being a Mormonk this coming Saturday morning, instead of waiting until Monday like I wanted to. The reason for this is that my good scoutleader, Bro. H., found himself short-staffed at a week-long scout camp and asked me to come up and be their quartermaster. Why they think the quarters need a master, I may never know. Anyway, that starts on Saturday and goes until the following Saturday, and I'm probably not going to have access to a computer there, which would greatly hinder my blogging. Instead of giving you a week of dead air before writing my conclusary remarks, I think I'll just cut it short a few days.