Screen Door
By Rich Mullins
It's about as useless as A screen door on a submarine
Faith without works baby It just ain't happenin'
One is your left hand One is your right
It'll take two strong arms To hold on tight
Some folks cut off their nose Just to spite their face
I think you need some works to show For your alleged faith
Well there's a difference you know
B'tween having faith and playing make believe
One will make you grow
The other one just make you sleep
Talk about it But I really think you oughtta
Take a leap off of the ship Before you claim to walk on water
Faith without works is like a song you can't sing
It's about as useless as a screen door on a submarine
Faith comes from God
And every word that He breathes
He lets you take it to your heart
So you can give it hands and feet
It's gotta be active if it's gonna be alive
You gotta put it into practice
Otherwise....
It's about as useless as a screen door On a submarine
Faith without works, baby It just ain't happenin'
One is your right hand, one is your left
It's your light, your guide
Your life and your breath
Faith without works is like a song you can't sing
It's about as useless as a screen door On a submarine
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Power Struggle
CVS has long been the key that opens the door to the room filled with all my bad qualities. Maybe that's a misplacement of responsiblity. CVS customers are the keys to that room. I am long overdue for an opportunity to go head to head with an outraged member of Perry's aristocracy about his or her prescription. Go back to a time with me when I had much less...tact. It is possible that I had the tact, I just didn't feel the need to use it.
Shortly after I began my binding agreement with Consumer Value Stores, Inc, I had an encounter with a woman who felt that she was right and I was wrong. Unfortunately, I felt that I was right and she was wrong.
She was giving another of our employees a difficult time about something and I felt the need to assist.
(Allow me to pause for a moment to say that anytime there is frustration or displeasure brewing between a customer and a fellow corporate slave, I feel the need to step in.)
The problem was that her prescription was not ready because she had no refills and we were waiting for an authorization from the doctor so that we could fill it. Most normal, sensible, even semi-rational people will understand that, and at the most, walk away a little frustrated.
Not her.
She began to "explain" how stupid CVS was and blah, blah, blah. Not that I particularly have any reason to stick up for CVS, but like I said, I like to step in.
Her problem was that she knew her doctor had written refills on that old prescription and that we were wrong and idiots and stupid and we all needed to go back to school. I didn't tell her I had never actually been.
I, being the industrious, "excited about continuing this fight," lad that I was, went to find that original prescription that had all those refills on it.
Too bad. It had none. Just like we told her. She began to bad mouth CVS some more. "CVS sucks!", she howled, to which I replied, "Maybe your doctor sucks."
I saw my job flash before my eyes as though it were disappearing as the word "sucks" left my mouth. It reminds of of one of those cheesy Visa commercials. "Priceless." I think within 3.5 seconds she had my District Manager on her cell phone.
If you're wondering how it turned out, I'm still here, 3 years later - for a grand total of 4 years with this corporate giant.
The lesson here? Don't ever tell a customer her doctor sucks, that is, unless you want her to never come back to your store (he he). Your boss will tell every new employee for the next 80 years about the boy who told a customer her doctor sucks.
I am much better now. I haven't done anything really stupid in over a year now. I attribute it mostly to Jesus taking the wheel. Sorry Carrie.
Shortly after I began my binding agreement with Consumer Value Stores, Inc, I had an encounter with a woman who felt that she was right and I was wrong. Unfortunately, I felt that I was right and she was wrong.
She was giving another of our employees a difficult time about something and I felt the need to assist.
(Allow me to pause for a moment to say that anytime there is frustration or displeasure brewing between a customer and a fellow corporate slave, I feel the need to step in.)
The problem was that her prescription was not ready because she had no refills and we were waiting for an authorization from the doctor so that we could fill it. Most normal, sensible, even semi-rational people will understand that, and at the most, walk away a little frustrated.
Not her.
She began to "explain" how stupid CVS was and blah, blah, blah. Not that I particularly have any reason to stick up for CVS, but like I said, I like to step in.
Her problem was that she knew her doctor had written refills on that old prescription and that we were wrong and idiots and stupid and we all needed to go back to school. I didn't tell her I had never actually been.
I, being the industrious, "excited about continuing this fight," lad that I was, went to find that original prescription that had all those refills on it.
Too bad. It had none. Just like we told her. She began to bad mouth CVS some more. "CVS sucks!", she howled, to which I replied, "Maybe your doctor sucks."
I saw my job flash before my eyes as though it were disappearing as the word "sucks" left my mouth. It reminds of of one of those cheesy Visa commercials. "Priceless." I think within 3.5 seconds she had my District Manager on her cell phone.
If you're wondering how it turned out, I'm still here, 3 years later - for a grand total of 4 years with this corporate giant.
The lesson here? Don't ever tell a customer her doctor sucks, that is, unless you want her to never come back to your store (he he). Your boss will tell every new employee for the next 80 years about the boy who told a customer her doctor sucks.
I am much better now. I haven't done anything really stupid in over a year now. I attribute it mostly to Jesus taking the wheel. Sorry Carrie.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Plagiarism, Cheating & Debauchery
My title has nothing to do with the content of this blog, but it comes from a discussion I had with a young lad this evening and has special meaning in my heart.
(I'm only writing this introductory blog to break the ice that was standing between me and my future as a writer. )
Hopefully, the days ahead will be filled with stories to bring smiles to your faces like those on children on Christmas morn' after they've been brainwashed into believing that a fat white man from the North Pole actually slid down the 8-10" flue found in most homes today. I shutter to think of it.
I should be running off to bed now to dream of sugar plums and the like as our stores are already being filled with our Jesus-Free, commercialized Christmas cheer. Who needs Jesus and a hope of salvation when you can get a pre-lit 6-foot plastic tree from your local corner drug-store for $49.99?
I have sufficiently covered the bases for "My First Blog," Expect only greater things to come.
(I'm only writing this introductory blog to break the ice that was standing between me and my future as a writer. )
Hopefully, the days ahead will be filled with stories to bring smiles to your faces like those on children on Christmas morn' after they've been brainwashed into believing that a fat white man from the North Pole actually slid down the 8-10" flue found in most homes today. I shutter to think of it.
I should be running off to bed now to dream of sugar plums and the like as our stores are already being filled with our Jesus-Free, commercialized Christmas cheer. Who needs Jesus and a hope of salvation when you can get a pre-lit 6-foot plastic tree from your local corner drug-store for $49.99?
I have sufficiently covered the bases for "My First Blog," Expect only greater things to come.
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