This might end up being a very short email because the computer is going at turtle pace. Boy, am I spoiled. I'm so used to instant Internet, even though I only use the computer once a week. Like I feel personally insulted when the Internet is slow. The nerve! I am so impatient with this computer I want to throw something at it. Who would've thought this would happen. Even yuppy towns have libraries with computers that malfunction occasionally! Even rich people are not spared from every one of life's inconveniences. Let that be a lesson to any of you who aspire to wealth! even if you become wealthy you MAY still have a computer that is occasionally slow. I break to hate it to you. But it is the truth.
I think everyone in this computer lab can hear my angry typing. I'm typing very loud. Banging the keys. It's the only way of venting my frustration discreetly on a computer in a library. Oh, and the person sitting next to me keeps staring. I think I'm entertaining everyone. Or bothering everyone. Maybe I should type more quietly.
I'm so frustrated I might utter one of the ultimate missionary curse words, like
"freakin' heck." I only say that very rarely, when the occasion calls for it, and I
immediately repent in sackcloth and ashes afterwards.
Speaking of reasons to hate technology, my memory card for my camera has somehow damaged itself, so I can't develop pictures from it. Every time I put it in one of the machines, they freeze up, or they print out blank pictures. Last month I tried to develop some pictures, and it ended up being about 300 blank pages. I was SOOOOOOO disappointed when I went to pick up my pictures and they were all blank. My companions kept saying, "Is this funny yet? Can we laugh yet?" Oh yes, I'm so glad you find merriment in my misery. Laugh away,I have no pictures of you to remember you by, so it makes no difference! Ha! And my memory card is full so I have to keep deleting things. Looking in my photo album you would think I've only been in one area!
Okay, seriously, person, stop staring at me. I'm pretty sure you're not reading my
monitor, though. If you are IT'S RUDE TO STARE! Just because I'm silently shaking
my fist at this computer. This isn't a free show! Are you reading? Are you? STOP!
Okay, back to technology. My memory card won't print out pictures so I had this
brilliant plan. Now that I have officially given up on trying to print out pictures (so that I could delete them and have more room on my memory card for NEW ones), I was thinking I would download them and send them to Mom and Dad so they could save them for me. But technology is out to get me today. By the way, Mom and Dad, do you want to send me a new memory card for my birthday/Christmas present? That might make life much more simple for me. As much as I love shaking my fist at this computer.
Oh, yeah, missionary work. Is that why I'm in Connecticut? Things have been really slow lately. Really, really slow. Our goal lately is just to get a new investigator. Anyone! Anyone who will listen to us and make a return appointment. With all the tracting we've been doing you would think I could write the book on it. (I can't, though. I'm probably the worst at tracting of anyone I know.) It's been humbling, to say the least. These are the times when we have to remind ourselves that success in missionary work is measured by COMMITMENT, not by numbers, according to Preach My Gospel. COMMITMENT we are so very committed so committed just don't have anything to show for it.
Oh, and the rumors have become official. The Trumbull elders will be doubled out at the end of next transfer and we will move to Trumbull and take over that area while still covering Fairfield. We'll be the only missionaries in the ward. Sad! Even sadder, Elder Kirkolds (Elders Kirkham and Reynolds) are getting doubled out of there this transfer and we're getting new ones for one transfer. I guess it makes sense because the new elders are dying at the end of next transfer so they can close the area. But it's sad. Elder Kirkolds just got doubled into Trumbull. The area was NOT doing well and they just got some really good things happening, and now they have to leave. And we'll have almost an entirely new district, because one of the West Haven missionaries is dying this transfer. We had SO much fun with the district this transfer. I'm going to miss it. But that's mission life for ya. What can you do? (Sigh.) Poor Trumbull, keeps getting shaken up. No one can replace Elder Kirkolds. Elder Reynolds can do this thing where he sticks ramen noodles up his nose and snorts them until they go down his throat and then come out his mouth. Disgusting, I know, but fascinating.
I'm going to try the Internet one more time. And then officially throw in the towel. I wash my hands of you, computer. You are NOT progressing! Not reading, not praying, not attending church sorry, lame joke. But seriously!
Let me share one more reason why I hate technology. Myldsmail.net keeps telling me my mailbox is "almost full" and that I should delete some messages. I delete them
constantly I have to delete everything, even the warm fuzzy emails and it still keeps telling me to delete more. Come on, kids, these have sentimental value! But it is heartless.
What?! This is too good to be true! It's working! I don't believe it! I don't
trust my eyes.
Jacob: "But how can you believe what you can't see?"
Love interest, covering his eyes: "Can you see me?"
J: "No."
LI: "But you know that I am here."
J: "An arrangement of marriage, would be pleasing to me."
LI: "Is the place of records far?"
What IS the love interest's name? I can't remember. You all know who I'm talking
about. And if you know which movie I am quoting, you have either served a mission or been to Temple Square in the past few years.
Okay. My ranting and raving is officially done. I have faith no longer, for I know,
nothing doubting the Internet is working. I am going to send this.
Love to everyone,
Sister Monson
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