Compared to various other groups, there can not be said to be any burden at all.
Yeah, got to give it to ya, Hippie, as much as I grew to hate the C.O. arrangement, you can't call his visit a burden. Perhaps a temporary extra expense at best.
I liked the warm, friendly old C.O.s that came by. Shuen was good; Erskine was good too, had a lot of jokes. Don't know if anyone outside of socal knows these guys, but I really did like them. They had this humble nature and grandfatherly charm about them that I really couldn't find fault with. I was sad to see them move on.
Then there came these two company a**holes, Casino and Misterfeld. Misterfeld was named in the Encino lawsuit; perhaps he's someone people know. But Casino? Never liked the guy. Boring, coma-inducing tone of voice. Huge headed guy with slick silver hair, Brooklyn accent...he reminded me of Peter Popoff. Get this, he chewed out some sister because she described something as "cool." What???? That phrase has been around longer than he's been alive!! "Cool." And the greatest part about it was that she chewed him out in return, using Bible scriptures. Nice one. Take that you square company jerk! He was big on meeting punctuality, but really, that's when I started being critical of C.Os. Listen you pampered company man with a special dietary needs wife (weren't all C.O's wives like that??), these people bust their a**es at jobs all day, and then scramble back home to eat and get dressed, only to have them harangued for not doing enough. I really didn't think it was fair for a man who did nothing but drive around and have people kiss his a** tell others to get to the meetings on time. F*** you. Seriously.
Misterfeld, like Casino, was another company bore. Seriously, I got so many naps when they spoke. He was another square. And speaking of shapes, get this, gang: he gave everyone a "round tuit," a colored piece of paper in the shape of a circle. "So now," he'd smirk, "you can't say 'I'll get a round to it,' because now, friends, you have a round tuit." Ooooooh, I could have STRANGLED him with his nondescript necktie for that stinker. And he never liked reading the congregation stats, because as it turned out, they were falling in certain areas. For a couple years I didn't know what was going on...well, it was censorship. That was going on. Hated that guy.
So there is a point to all this: if the C.O's good at what he does, hey, why not foot the bill for him? Forget about these company jerks, though.