We had an awesome group of volunteers for the conference. Really awesome.
But in every group of awesome people you will inevitably find 1 or 2 duds. No group is perfect.
This was true even with our amazing group. For the most part I was able to ignore them. They were not affecting me at all, so I didn’t care.
Oh, but then I helped dish out lunch on the Saturday of the conference.
Each girl and volunteer was to receive 1 hamburger and 1 small fry from the “golden arches”.
Somewhere between our initial order, the number of girls, the nature of fast food and Panamanian traffic, it all went horribly wrong.
After serving a few hundred we ran out of food. I coaxed another person into making the announcement (so I didn’t look like the bad guy, like I always am at home), and the girls waited patiently for more food to arrive. We also quickly warned the volunteers that there was a chance they might have to wait until supper, something most were totally fine with.
While waiting in line a few of the guys and gals from our team put on some impromptu entertainment. They were dancing around, looking like fools and creating quite the following.
The Macarena and Beyonce kept their spirits high and when the food was delivered and hour later each girl smiled big and exclaimed their gratitude.
Oh, but then it happened again. We ran out of food, again. Seriously.
If you do not frequent conferences you may not know, but food is always complicated at these things. Always. We quickly put in the rush order for more food, and the girls sat patiently in line.
Another hour went by when the massive amount of “just in case so we don’t have to order again” food arrived. And in addition to that, several pizzas were ordered for the volunteers.
While the communication may be difficult at something like a conference, it wasn’t altogether missing. We quickly spread the word that there was food, a lot of it. Pizzas were stacked high in the dressing rooms and fries were pouring out from the heavens.
I was able to get rid of all of the burgers, and most of the fries. I couldn’t stand to look at any more fries. I needed to move on from the food area and started to clean it up and move on to other things.
Then it happened.
A crabby volunteer. You must understand, we were all tired and hungry, but this was over the top.
She was upset because she had missed the burgers and fries. I explained that they had been replenished a while ago and that they had been available had she come up to eat.
She complained that no one told her. I reminded her that she had been warned that there might not be enough food and that there was pizza in the basement.
But still the complaining continued. Apparently she doesn’t eat pizza.
I was done. I informed her that typically people with food sensitivities, such as myself, brought their own food, and that the conference cannot cater to each person’s likes and dislikes.
The adult woman then was annoyed, how was she supposed to know to bring her own food?
I checked out. I didn’t have time for this.
But it did get me wondering. In what area of my life am I like this woman? In what area is God providing in abundance only for me to complain and demand more?
I might not be able to come up with it right away, if I was brave I’d ask my husband, but it’s something I want to think about.
This woman was annoying the crap out of me, to put it bluntly. Chances are, I annoy the crap out of someone else.
There are a ton of verses in the Bible about how the foolish man opens his mouth, or the wise man keeps it shut.
Now to just choose to be wise.
What About You?
Have you ever dealt with someone like this woman? A person who finds anything and everything to complain about?
Have you ever been guilty of being that person?
Have you overcome being that whiny person? How did you do it?
If you haven’t watched it yet, here’s my quick video of my trip!
See you later!