Back when I was a bagger, things were different.

I used to work as a grocery store bagger in high school. I was really good at it because I'm so anal about organization. I would pick and choose items to bag so that everything fit very efficiently and logically. Just because toothpaste comes in a box does not mean that it should necessarily go with the cereal boxes, for example. Or that you should put cans and two-liters together. So now, everytime I checkout with my own groceries, I take all of the items out of the cart in a specific order so everything is already sorted and organized on the moving belt. And ever since working in the grocery store, I have harbored this secret dream of one of the baggers telling me, "Wow! These are already all in order!" And I'd say, humbly, "Oh... I used to be a bagger a long time ago." But they always just f. up my job and I end up with frozen peas next to my macaroni box. The incompetency is disgusting.

On teams.

I am embarrassed at my lack of postings. And I apologize to Lori who always calls me on it and kicks my butt back into gear.

I am finally done with school, but by school I mean teaching because although I finished work last Friday, I have been in a 9-5 grad class all this week. It is a teambuilding class. We took a survey at the beginning of the class and it said that I was a perfectionist and don't enjoy working in teams. Which is true because generally, I find that working in teams only serves to point out all of the people in the world who have stupid ideas and no concept of grammar or spelling. Fortunately, the class was actually fun and I was put into a good group without stupid, bad spellers.

Yesterday, we had to go through these steps of forming a team. In the first one you are all nice and happy with each other, then you go through a phase where everyone is irritated and has to get over the things that bug them that used to be cute, then you get used to each other, and finally you all get along and are a fabulous team. My professor asked if anyone had examples of working in a team and going through these steps outside of school. Here's mine:

Me: "I'm in this really close knit group of girls in a Bible study. Except I really hate when new girls come. It really throws me off for a while. I'll go home and tell my fiance, "We got a NEW girl today." And he says, "Sara. It's Bible study. That's bad."

Guy behind me, whispering: "It's BIBLE study!"

Me, to guy: "I know right? It is really bad."

My professor: "Nobody go to her Bible study."

I told them that they could, they just had to tell me first so I could adjust. I've apologized to Jesus about it already.