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Friday, June 09, 2006

So I passed! They asked me a lot of questions, none terribly too hard. I think I was more nervous after the meeting than I was before or during. Maybe I realized the weight of the decision. Not sure. All I know is that I kept on thinking about the questions and my answers, analyzing everything and thinking about what I could have said, a practice of which I usually do whenever I think I did poorly. However, I think I did really well last night. I felt composed and articulate and I think I did well, so I am not sure why I kept thinking about it.

Anyway, this approval is important but not the main approval I need to be a candidate. That approval comes from the Presbytery, a larger group of ministers and elders. I'm not sure yet when that meeting will be, since that group does not meet during the summer, so a called meeting will need to happen.

Yesterday I went to the hospital to get confirmation that I don't have TB. I guess they give you this shot and then check it two days later to see if you have a bump on your arm. So I went in for that. I parked in employee parking, of course, but don't quite know how to get from the employee parking to the hospital so I covertly follow the other staff, pretending that I know the way but just walk a little slower than they do. Anyway, I was reading the dress code yesterday morning before going into the hospital and I read that hose or socks must be worn at all times. I made a mental note of it, but the weight of this rule did not bear down on me until I was enroute to the hospital and realized that it means that if and when I wear a skirt, I am required to wear pantyhose! Ugh. Horror of horrors - I hate wearing pantyhose. I thought our civilization had progressed beyond the point of wearing pantyhose, but I guess not. Part of me wonders if I should try to get away with not wearing pantyhose and see if anyone calls me out on it. Or, maybe I should wear pantyhose until I discern if others wearing skirts at the hospital are also wearing pantyhose. I am not sure. Or maybe I should just wear the pantyhose and then revel in my freedom on Saturdays and Sundays. So--I have options.

Tomorrow is the big day - Stephanie is getting married! Very exciting! Other than her wedding, I have no big weekend plans.

- Jenny, 6/09/2006 09:04:00 AM

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