Office, Fort, Same Difference

I have a significant staff fall out. People say it's my abrasive personality. I tell them if they can't stand the heat in the kitchen, get out. I have used stronger language in the past, and I know the Lord understands. He called people a brood of vipers, so I don't think it's a problem to call someone a mother-fornicator.

The receptionist at the mission headquarters resigned after one week's service this morning. Why? Well, she simply did not understand the requirements I have in place for everyone who serves the Lord through our mission, even if they just answer the phone and screen my calls. (Generally it's almost impossible to get through to me on the phone as I suspect every caller of having a hidden agenda.)

Anyway, the receptionist did not realise that everyone on my staff is obliged to pack a weapon on them at all times and to attend compulsory shooting practice during every lunch break. I can't have some lunatic burst into my mission office, even though it is a secret location, and not have competent, trained people on hand to defend the righteous.

She was completely shell-shocked when her first lunchbreak was at the shooting range. One week of weapons training did nothing to turn her into a more competent warrior for the Lord. Instead, it made her a jittery, nervous wreck who on several occasions hit the alarm button and screamed hysterically that we were under attack, simply because a door had slammed. I can't have people like this on staff who may take a pot shot when my back is turned -- I'm always vigilant, but you don't expect friendly fire in your own office. At least let's shoot each other by mistake out on the battlefield, not while we're having a Bible study or prayer meeting.

So if you're wanting to volunteer your services at my mission, make sure you're armed and ready, not armed and a potential life-threat to those around you.

Fight the good fight.

PS If you know of a weapons-trained receptionist, please let me know.