Some of you have heard me vent a bit about my job and how parts of it don’t suit me. But despite all this, I truly love my coworkers. We have a great comradeship that keeps us sane. One of my favorite people at this job shares a cube wall with me. We like to snark back and forth to keep things chuckly. For instance this morning:
My Fellow Cubedrone: [loudly so everyone can hear] “All people who use twitter should be called twits.”
Me: “How about inserting an ‘a’ instead of ‘i’ in there?”
MFC: [laughing] “This is a Christian company. Maybe you didn’t get the memo.”
hehe ok, maybe you had to be there 
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We had another round of layoffs at my small Christian workplace this past week. Everyone was gobsmacked, feeling the sadness and stress of more jobs being vacated and our friends having to leave so suddenly.
Even though I’m an outspoken atheist, I like the people I work for and do well at my job. I don’t want to stay forever, but I’m so happy to still have a place here–no matter how much I disagree with the central mission of the company. It’s my job and I appreciate it.
After every instance of mass layoffs the entire company meets for a word from the CEO and a time of extended prayer. I usually try to make a discreet exit to the loo in order to avoid uncomfortable–even hypocritical–situations. I certainly don’t want to pray, and I even moreso don’t want to be a liar or a fake any more than I already may be as a closeted unbeliever.
This time I couldn’t avoid it. I was stuck.
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