Why we do not discuss religion at work
Feb. 5th, 2012 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justalurkrWe have quite a collection of personalities where I work and several actually have bigger mouths than I.
You know your imagination needed that workout, right?
Anyway, there is a serious kicker-of-sh!t parked in the next aisle amongst some fairly committed Christians (or at least nominal Christians taking no chances) and took it upon himself to see how many sacrilegious statements it would take to get a rise out of his audience. He was in the middle of explaining Anton LaVey when I finally decided enough, mostly because it causes me physical pain to hear a joke (which is what I consider the whole Church of Satan to be) ...explained.
"Look, my God has a sense of humor..." I began, which unfortunately drew more glances askance than the belaboring of the alleged devil's favorite minion (possibly because mine was effrontery at only a sixth grade level, but it's just catty to say that out loud.)
But think about it. God, fate or evolution, whatever gets it done for you, created a species of supreme egotists who do better at surviving and thriving in groups, the larger the more successful. That my friends is not just a sense of humor, but twisted.
The guys (for some reason, it's all men over there) were probably just bitter about working Super Bowl Sunday and missing out on the Church of Football's answer to Easter, Christmas and the three saints' feasts of your choice rolled into one.
You know your imagination needed that workout, right?
Anyway, there is a serious kicker-of-sh!t parked in the next aisle amongst some fairly committed Christians (or at least nominal Christians taking no chances) and took it upon himself to see how many sacrilegious statements it would take to get a rise out of his audience. He was in the middle of explaining Anton LaVey when I finally decided enough, mostly because it causes me physical pain to hear a joke (which is what I consider the whole Church of Satan to be) ...explained.
"Look, my God has a sense of humor..." I began, which unfortunately drew more glances askance than the belaboring of the alleged devil's favorite minion (possibly because mine was effrontery at only a sixth grade level, but it's just catty to say that out loud.)
But think about it. God, fate or evolution, whatever gets it done for you, created a species of supreme egotists who do better at surviving and thriving in groups, the larger the more successful. That my friends is not just a sense of humor, but twisted.
The guys (for some reason, it's all men over there) were probably just bitter about working Super Bowl Sunday and missing out on the Church of Football's answer to Easter, Christmas and the three saints' feasts of your choice rolled into one.
