An evolutionary process for me... The first 15 years were a combo of sleeping and playing on the floor or drawing on my program, then from ages ~16 to 26 I became the hardest working Attendant ever! But in summary, then I:
- Didn't listen.
- Checked out the talent
through my binocularsclose up while... - ...I was the attendant.
- Looked around, wondering "Why?"
If I couldn't get an official job and got kicked out the Attendents Office where I'd sit minding my own business for hours on end, I'd go on my 'Independent Corridor Patrol' using my attendent badge to do whatever I liked! Often I'd find a scaly mate who was on duty and 'consult' with them over the disgracfully immodest nature of the sisters garments in recent years or (in the absense of fluff) the general stupidness of the people thereabouts (arrogent prick I was). In later times I just hid.
If all that failed or my legs got a bit tired I'd go back to whomever I was sitting with (wife, family etc) to their consoling looks and urgings to not 'work so hard, there are others who can help...'. Well, nothing else could help me get the hell away from listening to the program or sitting in those damned chairs, so I had to acknoledge the burden of service was great!
Now, it's definatly: 'Stay at home'.
I'd be curious to go to one again sometime in the future just to see it all from a different perspective, but I'll have to cultivate a non-JW look first so I can do whatever I please without being subject to being growled at by all the bored Attenedants just looking for somthing to lift the tedium of trying to look busy for three days...
I could also probably bemuse myself by getting followed by the Security Brothers, the secret intellegence division of the Attendents Department that conducted (not so) covert survailence on potential 'troublemakers' at the convention. Now I can be the quarry!!!
Cheers, Max
Edited by - Max Divergent on 8 September 2002 4:20:32