I remember being a JW lad (about 10 or 11 years old). I would be at the Circuit Assembly and, at around 10:45 AM, about 8 brothers would get up, walk slowly up the aisle, glancing at each row of their "section", their lips quivering as they silently count each person, trying to maintain focus as nearly each JW makes eye contact them (even though EVERYONE knew what the Attendants were doing!).
Did I want to grow up to be the President of the United States? Did I want to be a Firefighter? A Policeman? A Doctor???
Ahhh, noooo! Me? I wanted to be an Attendant! I would see the (usually) same brothers every 6 months. They got to get up out of their seat smack-dab in the middle of a symposium. For only just a few minutes, all eyes were on THEM! It was as if a spotlight had been turned on and the aisle was their stage. For some reason, I felt like they enjoyed this attention.
When I became old enough, I, too, was an Attendant. And, yes, as CORNY as it sounds, I got a kick out of it. All my friends would see me and little kids would look at me with the same look that I gave when I was a child (***Of course, little JW girls will ultimately get disappointed if they strive to be an Attendant***). Plus, out of all the brothers who were in attendance, only about eight got to be an Attendant who had the "privilege" of taking the count.
Please tell me that I'm not the only dork who felt this way.
Also, I will share some funny experiences while I worked as an Attendant.
Looking forward to your replies!