I was reminded about the prayer group at work again today
Gah! Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to pray with you. I would imagine that even if I *WAS* a believer that I wouldn't want to pray at work. Keep that shit at home and in church and in your car and the myriad of other places that you have to pray.
Today it was a gentle reminder by the very very very religious Social Worker. She's the type who blushes when you say "darn" or "Shoot" or, god forbid "HELL". 
She's a deacon's wife and the "lady" of her church. I think her official title is Lady of The Church. ??
We both had kind of a busy day today and I had to call her on the phone. We were kvetching about our days and she said 'Praise Jesus we're off after Wednesday,' which is her usual way of saying things, which doesn't bother me. My usual way would be "Thank the fuck we don't have to come back to this shithole after Wedsfuckingday". But I don't say that except around certain people.
So she's like "thank Jesus we're off after Wednesday" and I said "yes, I'm ready to be off" and we talked about Thanksgiving and one of our upper managers leaving and a new office manager being hired and she said "We prayed for this at our weekly meetings, thank god it has come to fruition" (the hiring part, I think, is what she prayed about).
I thought "well I don't think your prayer helped...there was an ad in the paper and it was posted on line for 2 months..." but I didn't say that.
Then she says "We've been missing you at our prayer meetings. I won't be there next week, I'm off til Tuesday, but you should stop by, have some fellowship with us. Say some prayers."
I was like :nervous laugh: "heh heh. Uh, yeah, maybe."
Fuck.
Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to pray or have fellowship or do anything besides come to work, do my shit, and go home.
WHY THE FUCK?
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performance reviews come in January, bonuses in April. Once April comes, and we've secured a new place to live, I'm outtie like a bellybutton.
And I would fellowship with my fellow, uh, shippers, but this is a small office. I see these people individually and in groups roughly 103928248379234 times a day. There is little fewllowshipping that I'm interested in at 8am on Monday. 8am on Monday I'm more interested in my coffee, my morning constitution, and getting my tasks done.
and candy crushing while taking a deuce in the staff potty. Ahhh, those moments in life that we savor.... 
and when they start freaking out, just innocently say, "What? Hey, you pray your way, I'll pray mine." 
