What I love is how wimpy the pioneers/publishers are these days. When I was a kid, my aunt was a regular pioneer (120 hours a month) and my mom often put in 80 hours a month (we went out in service M-W-F-Sa, but had bible studies in the afternoons most of those days). Yep, I "counted time," too; there's a copy of my first "time slip" in my baby book.
Now, I've got a cousin who's pioneering on a measly 70 hours a month--she's in college part-time and living at home while her parents support her. Whenever I see her, she's complaining about how hard it is it make her time. What a wimp!
When I went "street witnessing" with my grandma and my pioneer aunt, we actually started conversations with people in the street. The JWs in downtown Sac who do "street witnessing" just stand around on the K Street mall holding up magazines and talking to each other. I've also seen JWs walking in the park talking to each other while holding up the magazines, and I know they're counting time for that crap.
My partner thinks it's hilarious that I get riled up about how wimpy the JWs are, but fair's fair. I had to really get out there and preach in order to count my time.
Okay, irony break.
Jankyn, of the "I could sell space heaters in hell (if there was a hell)" class