Being an MS was hell on wheels. Hated it!
You said it. I was the "Siervo de Cuentas"--Accounts Servant. That is the heaviest job you'll get as an MS, in my opinion. Pain in the a$$. Litterature counter is creampuff by comparison. Have to make every damned meeting because no one else could count ca$h out of a donation box reliably. Had to balance and deposit at the bank every week. And you've got the Body of Elders draining the account all the time in order to help the Washtowel out on some special thing or other. Or it was Agent Smith, our CO, that needed a hand out. Then having to tell them, hey geniuses, we gotta make the mortgage payment, and the light bill. It was three Spanish congos and a wealthy English one in our hall, and the English BoE lorded it over all the wetback dub congos. I had to tell the PO to get a backbone when costs would get divvied up more than once. And the waste, they renovated an almost new Kingdumb Hell (5 years old, tops), because it did not look good enough anymore for the latte sipping BMW driving English congo. Bunch of rich retirees, their offspring, and snowbirds. They had a nice fat congregation bank account, of course.
I was also the PO's personal bitch, I mean assistant. He was computer illiterate, and did not speak English. So guess how much extra privileges I mean chores I would get stuck with? Plus, I got the privlish of speaking about Jehober's Kingdumb every week, at least once a week. Usually more. I got a real nice insight into his life. He had been a Cuba Bethelite before the Hammer and Sickle came down. His wife couldn't stand him, and he couldn't stand her, and I don't blame either one of them. I remember the look on his face when I gave it up late in 2006. Then I disappeared 3 months later.
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