I was an attendant at the Metro Radio (was telewest) arena. My job was to stand at the heavy door upstairs that led to the arsembly bigwigs rooms and also look after that section of seating. One year, Dan Sydlik was due to give a talk. His extended family wanted to sit in my section to be near the bigwig rooms, but were late arriving. So they 'politely' asked me if a family could be moved to accomodate them. I said no, the families were all settled and listening to the indoctrination session. They then told me who they were, to which I replied "Thats nice! If you want, you can ask one of the families yourselves." I was 'politely' told to do my job or the arsembly coordinater would hear of it. I asked them to wait where they were. I went through the heavy door and went to the arsembly coordinaters desk. I told Glen Mcfarlane what had happened and that I didnt wish to be spoken to in a manner befitting a turd.
He said he would handle it. After speaking to them, they filed into the bigwigs rooms after which I didnt see them again 'till after lunch. Guess where they ended up sitting after the intermission? Yep, my section. I learned later that a family was asked (told) to move to another section so that the entourage could get a better view. I kept giving them the cold stare the whole afternoon.
Being an attendant at that arsembly guarding that particular door from the rank and file did more to wake me up than bad doctrine ever did.
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