When I love my temple....
Sep. 16th, 2012 02:22 amWalked into the Mani Jewel (the temple gift shop) to find the three managers, Chris, John, and Atira, all sitting on the carpet, calmly writing on small cards.
"Oh. Looks like I've walked in on a meeting," I said.
No, no, Chris explained, they were just fixing their business cards.
Somehow the hours of the gift store were wrong on their business cards (they changed? a mistake? I didn't ask). Since the temple can't afford to reprint three $9.95 boxes of business cards, they were fixing them by hand. One card at a time.
LOL!
I watched for a long moment. "Much as I'm entertained by this -- and believe it or not I really am--" They laughed. "--I gotta run."
I think it was their air of oh-man-here-we-go-again tired acceptance. And the fact they had five hundred cards each.
"Oh. Looks like I've walked in on a meeting," I said.
No, no, Chris explained, they were just fixing their business cards.
Somehow the hours of the gift store were wrong on their business cards (they changed? a mistake? I didn't ask). Since the temple can't afford to reprint three $9.95 boxes of business cards, they were fixing them by hand. One card at a time.
LOL!
I watched for a long moment. "Much as I'm entertained by this -- and believe it or not I really am--" They laughed. "--I gotta run."
I think it was their air of oh-man-here-we-go-again tired acceptance. And the fact they had five hundred cards each.