Working in a pet store comes with its hazards.
Broken nails, scrapes, scratches, dry skin....
One moment of inattention, and you're nursing a 'hurt' of one sort of the other.
Some are not a nuisance at all, in fact you don't even know where or when you got it. It just 'appears'
Others....way more annoying.
Take the one I got yesterday.
There I was,
working on cleaning out the bird cages,
and I was grabbing the pellets to play on the bottom of the cage.
My arm scrapped along the edge of the container.
Something that, really, shouldn't have irritated me for more than a couple of seconds until my mind got distracted again with the task at hand.
This one though....
Is remaining painful.
The scrap...almost feels like a rug burn.
It aches if I brush it.
And where I scrapped myself....
I end up brushing a lot of things.
I never realized how many surfaces the outside side of my arm about halfway between wrist and elbow, touches.
A lot of things, let me tell you.
Enough that I had to take to covering the scrape up with a band aid to give myself some relief from constantly bugging it. :S
I hope this particular skin scrape heals quickly,
As it's hard to do anything, like type on the computer, without accidentally brushing that spot.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
October 2002 General Conference Saturday Afternoon
Thomas S. Monson -The Sustaining of Church Officers
David B. Haight -Were There Not Ten Cleansed?
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
David B. Haight -Were There Not Ten Cleansed?
- Good people influence your life and help I molding your own personality and character and help you to mingle out in society and live the way that you should live. They help you carry on worthwhile enterprises, and they lift you onto a higher plane.
- If a man has not faith enough to attend to these little things, he has not faith enough to save himself and his friends.
- Tithing develops and tests our faith.
- Tithing also teaches us to control our desires and passions for the things of this world. Payment of tithing encourages us to be honest in our dealings with our fellowmen. We learn to trust that what we have been given, through the blessings of the Lord and our own diligent efforts, is sufficient for our needs.
- Members who freely give a full 10 percent of their annual income receive all of the promised blessings of tithing, whether the amount is a widow's mite or a king's ransom.
- The Lord desires that all His children have the blessings of tithing. Too often we as parents do not teach and encourage our children to live this law because their contribution only amounts to a few cents. But without a testimony of tithing, they are vulnerable. In their teenage years, they become attracted to clothes, entertainment, and expensive possessions and risk losing the special protection that tithing provides.
- Please know that grief is the natural by-product of love. One cannot selflessly love another person and not grieve at his suffering or eventual death. The only way to avoid the grief would be to not experience the love; and it is love that gives life its richness and meaning. Hence, what a grieving parent can expect to receive from the Lord in response to earnest supplication may not necessarily be an elimination of grief so much as a sweet reassurance that, whatever his or her circumstances, one's child is in the tender care of a loving Heavenly Father.
- We mortals quite naturally want to know the why. Yet, in pressing too earnestly for the answer, we may forget that morality was designed, in a manner of speaking, as the season of unanswered questions. Mortality has a different, more narrowly defined purpose: It is a proving ground, a probationary state, a time to walk by faith, a time to prepare to meet God.
- The Lord has not left us comfortless or without any answers. As to the healing of the sick, He has clearly said: "And again, it shall come to pass that he that hath faith in me to be healed, and is not appointed unto death; shall be healed." All too often we overlook the qualifying phrase "and is not appointed unto death" ("or," we might add, "unto sickness or handicap.") Please do not despair when fervent prayers have been offered and priesthood blessings performed and your loved one makes no improvement or even passes from mortality. Take comfort in the knowledge that you did everything you could. Such faith, fasting, and blessing could not be in vain! That your child did not recover in spite of all that was done in his behalf can and should be the basis for peace and reassurance to all who love him! The Lord--who inspires the blessings and who hears every earnest prayer--called him home nonetheless. All the experiences of prayer, fasting, and faith may well have been more for our benefit than for his.
- Peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment.
- Our challenge is to unselfishly sacrifice all that we have been given.
- A religion that does not include covenants of sacrifice cannot have the power to bring the promise of eternal life.
- :Scornful men bring a city into a snare: but wise men turn away wrath."
- "All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them."
- Scripture asks parents to teach children not to "fight and quarrel one with another, and serve the devil, who is the master of sin." Instead, we "teach them to love one another, and to serve one another."
- "But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses."
- Men really are brothers because God really is our Father.
- Scriptures are studded with stories of contention and combat. They strongly condemn wars of aggression but sustain obligations of citizens to defend their families and their freedoms.
- "The state is responsible for the civil control of its citizens or subjects, for their political welfare, and for the carrying forward of political policies, domestic and foreign. ... But the Church itself, as such, has no responsibility for these policies, [other] than urging its members fully to render ... loyalty to their country."
- Peace is possible.
- "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
- We should keep our principles on a high level and stand for the right.
- "Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yeah, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness."
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Sunday, December 7, 2014
The Right Calling
I received a reminder today, that the Lord really is aware of us.
Even in the simplest of things.
You see, I had been called, oh...like a month ago, to serve in my ward as a Visiting Teaching Coordinator. (And I still have no idea what that really means.)
Only to not get called/sustained by the ward in Sacrament Meeting for two weeks.
So I brought it up to the Bishop when I saw him next,
and He said it would happen.
And so last week, on Sunday, I mentioned the thing again to one of the counselors, reminding them that I needed to be sustained. My friend Mirleki also stated the same thing, she had yet to be sustained.
A bit flustered, the counselor took down our names and our callings....(I told him the Bishop had made a note of it...but I don't know if he actually heard me.)
Only....when he got up to call us...
He called me as 'Sarnic Doorshee' (my last name is hard to pronounce) and I was called to be the "Visiting Teaching Supervisor."
O.o
Huh? That wasn't what I was called to be.
-Though so far, I don't see much of a difference between Supervisor and Coordinator.
I tried to brush it off.
The Lord knew what calling I'd been given.
I would make sure that when I was set apart (still haven't had time to do that.) That they would get it right.
But still....it bothered me.
They had pronounced my name wrong.
They had called me to the wrong calling.
I admit it, it made me question how 'important' I actually was to them. If they couldn't even keep track of what calling I actually had.
-I know they're busy, that they have a ton of faces/names to remember, and it's not really expected for them to remember who got what calling for everyone....
Yet, I guess it bothered me on a subconscious level....
Though I had forgotten about it until today.
When I was sitting in Sacrament meeting,
and the Bishop got up to call people to their callings.
And I had that thought cross my mind. That they had me sustained for the wrong calling.
But then, right off the bat,
The Bishop called me by name "Sarnic Dirchi" (saying it correctly)
And had me sustained by the right calling. Visiting Teaching Coordinator.
It was a little thing.
I'm not sure if anyone else besides my friends remembered that I had stood up last week as well.
But it meant a lot to me.
I don't know if the Bishop just didn't remember that they'd given me the sustaining thing last week,
or he noticed that I hadn't been called to the right position,
Or if it was just a prompting he followed.
Whatever the reason.
It meant a lot to me that the Lord cares enough for his children, that he would ensure that the ward knew me by my right name, by the right calling, so that I could go forth and do his work with a more open heart, without any resentment nestled there that 'they didn't know me.'
It was a small blessing,
but One that I really needed. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was sitting in my parents living room, looking out the window when I saw this old creepy guy. He was bald on the top of his head but had a fringe of long greasy hair down to his shoulders all the way around -like an odd hippy- he had two dogs in his hands, and he was muttering crazily to himself, walking in circles. He gave me the heebyjeebies, for one because he was creepy stranger in my yard, and then I realized, for the other....he was a ghost. He was walking through objects in his circles and I had just barely realized. He then came to the window and I reached out touching his forehead, and blinked, and there was this old lady there named Lydia, and she had a bunch of yellow parakeets, and she was carefully giving them to me one by one, though I didn't want them. The way she was talking to me about caring for them...it sounded like she was trying to involve me in something illegal. Something with the birds wasn't right, and the route she'd taken to get the birds...had somehow landed her jail, possibly gotten her killed -as she too was a ghost-
But then I was given an old ruffled white piece of fabric by a different man, and touching the fabric, brought back memories of when I was a baby, that I had been placed in a train car -one of those storage ones with the sliding door- and I'd been wrapped in something similar, And I remembered my little baby hand reaching out to touch that piece of fabric, rubbing it, to comfort myself as I tried to remember my mother -a woman with red hair- and it spurred me to try and find a source of this fabric, to find that mother....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Even in the simplest of things.
You see, I had been called, oh...like a month ago, to serve in my ward as a Visiting Teaching Coordinator. (And I still have no idea what that really means.)
Only to not get called/sustained by the ward in Sacrament Meeting for two weeks.
So I brought it up to the Bishop when I saw him next,
and He said it would happen.
And so last week, on Sunday, I mentioned the thing again to one of the counselors, reminding them that I needed to be sustained. My friend Mirleki also stated the same thing, she had yet to be sustained.
A bit flustered, the counselor took down our names and our callings....(I told him the Bishop had made a note of it...but I don't know if he actually heard me.)
Only....when he got up to call us...
He called me as 'Sarnic Doorshee' (my last name is hard to pronounce) and I was called to be the "Visiting Teaching Supervisor."
O.o
Huh? That wasn't what I was called to be.
-Though so far, I don't see much of a difference between Supervisor and Coordinator.
I tried to brush it off.
The Lord knew what calling I'd been given.
I would make sure that when I was set apart (still haven't had time to do that.) That they would get it right.
But still....it bothered me.
They had pronounced my name wrong.
They had called me to the wrong calling.
I admit it, it made me question how 'important' I actually was to them. If they couldn't even keep track of what calling I actually had.
-I know they're busy, that they have a ton of faces/names to remember, and it's not really expected for them to remember who got what calling for everyone....
Yet, I guess it bothered me on a subconscious level....
Though I had forgotten about it until today.
When I was sitting in Sacrament meeting,
and the Bishop got up to call people to their callings.
And I had that thought cross my mind. That they had me sustained for the wrong calling.
But then, right off the bat,
The Bishop called me by name "Sarnic Dirchi" (saying it correctly)
And had me sustained by the right calling. Visiting Teaching Coordinator.
It was a little thing.
I'm not sure if anyone else besides my friends remembered that I had stood up last week as well.
But it meant a lot to me.
I don't know if the Bishop just didn't remember that they'd given me the sustaining thing last week,
or he noticed that I hadn't been called to the right position,
Or if it was just a prompting he followed.
Whatever the reason.
It meant a lot to me that the Lord cares enough for his children, that he would ensure that the ward knew me by my right name, by the right calling, so that I could go forth and do his work with a more open heart, without any resentment nestled there that 'they didn't know me.'
It was a small blessing,
but One that I really needed. :)
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was sitting in my parents living room, looking out the window when I saw this old creepy guy. He was bald on the top of his head but had a fringe of long greasy hair down to his shoulders all the way around -like an odd hippy- he had two dogs in his hands, and he was muttering crazily to himself, walking in circles. He gave me the heebyjeebies, for one because he was creepy stranger in my yard, and then I realized, for the other....he was a ghost. He was walking through objects in his circles and I had just barely realized. He then came to the window and I reached out touching his forehead, and blinked, and there was this old lady there named Lydia, and she had a bunch of yellow parakeets, and she was carefully giving them to me one by one, though I didn't want them. The way she was talking to me about caring for them...it sounded like she was trying to involve me in something illegal. Something with the birds wasn't right, and the route she'd taken to get the birds...had somehow landed her jail, possibly gotten her killed -as she too was a ghost-
But then I was given an old ruffled white piece of fabric by a different man, and touching the fabric, brought back memories of when I was a baby, that I had been placed in a train car -one of those storage ones with the sliding door- and I'd been wrapped in something similar, And I remembered my little baby hand reaching out to touch that piece of fabric, rubbing it, to comfort myself as I tried to remember my mother -a woman with red hair- and it spurred me to try and find a source of this fabric, to find that mother....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Standing in Line
I really need to work on what I bring to book signings.
I really do.
As half the time, by the time I reach the author I'm standing in line for...
I'm not feeling the greatest.
A lot of it is just....stress really.
The stress of being surrounded by many strangers.
The stress of having a heavy book bag on my shoulders for long periods of time.
The stress of wearing a coat indoors...heat. Never do well with heat.
Guess how many I experienced today?
Yah...
like all 3.
Note to self. I really need to work on what I bring to book signings.
Especially when I know I'll be standing in line for a couple of hours.
While there isn't much I can do about having a lot of people there.
There is other stuff that I can do that will make my time in line much more easier to bear.
For one, always wear short sleeves. No matter if it's a blizzard outside, leave the coat in the car. It will only become a nuisance when standing in line, either by getting too hot to wear, or by giving me one more thing that I would need to carry.
For two, wear comfortable shoes. Shoes where I can stand in line for hours without feeling the ache in my feet afterwards.
For three, stop bringing my purse in with me. Especially when I have it full of notebooks. That bag only gets heavier and heavier and harder to have on my shoulders as time passes.
Yes,
Next time,
I will be better prepared for a book signing line. :)
But still, I was able to have a fun time in this particular line as I had friends and family there and made new acquaintances as well. ^^
Oh, and meeting the author.
That's always a huge bonus. ^^
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I really do.
As half the time, by the time I reach the author I'm standing in line for...
I'm not feeling the greatest.
A lot of it is just....stress really.
The stress of being surrounded by many strangers.
The stress of having a heavy book bag on my shoulders for long periods of time.
The stress of wearing a coat indoors...heat. Never do well with heat.
Guess how many I experienced today?
Yah...
like all 3.
Note to self. I really need to work on what I bring to book signings.
Especially when I know I'll be standing in line for a couple of hours.
While there isn't much I can do about having a lot of people there.
There is other stuff that I can do that will make my time in line much more easier to bear.
For one, always wear short sleeves. No matter if it's a blizzard outside, leave the coat in the car. It will only become a nuisance when standing in line, either by getting too hot to wear, or by giving me one more thing that I would need to carry.
For two, wear comfortable shoes. Shoes where I can stand in line for hours without feeling the ache in my feet afterwards.
For three, stop bringing my purse in with me. Especially when I have it full of notebooks. That bag only gets heavier and heavier and harder to have on my shoulders as time passes.
Yes,
Next time,
I will be better prepared for a book signing line. :)
But still, I was able to have a fun time in this particular line as I had friends and family there and made new acquaintances as well. ^^
Oh, and meeting the author.
That's always a huge bonus. ^^
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Friday, December 5, 2014
Savings
There is something thrilling about saving money,
Going shopping, finding things on sale.
Paying less than the normal price.
It's heady.
It's thrilling.
Especially when I can save as much or even more than what I spend.
It's a great feeling.
I can half understand why the people on those extreme couponing shows get so into saving.
I don't think I would ever get that into it.
But definitely when I have the chance to save something.
It's an amazing feeling. ^^
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Going shopping, finding things on sale.
Paying less than the normal price.
It's heady.
It's thrilling.
Especially when I can save as much or even more than what I spend.
It's a great feeling.
I can half understand why the people on those extreme couponing shows get so into saving.
I don't think I would ever get that into it.
But definitely when I have the chance to save something.
It's an amazing feeling. ^^
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Prepare to Sustain
I close by reading a simple yet profound letter that reflects our love for our prophet and his leadership:
"Dear President Monson,
"Five years ago, President Hinckley was sustained as prophet, seer and revelator.
For me that was an extraordinary occasion which had to do with your calling for the sustaining vote of the Church.
"On that particular morning, I needed to haul hay for my livestock.
I was enjoying conference on my truck radio.
I had picked up the hay, backed into the barn and was throwing down hay bales from the back of the truck.
When you called for the brethren of the priesthood 'wherever you are,' to prepare to sustain the prophet, I wondered if you meant me.
I wondered if the Lord would be offended because I was sweaty and covered with dust.
But I took you at your word and climbed down from the truck.
"I shall never forget standing alone in the barn, hat in hand, with sweat running down my face, with arm to the square to sustain President Hinckley.
Tears mixed with sweat as I sat for several minutes contemplating this sacred occasion."
He continued.
"In our lives, we place ourselves at particular places when events of large consequence occur.
That has happened to me, but none more spiritual or tender or memorable than that morning in the barn with only cows and a roan horse looking on.
"Sincerely,
"Clark Cederlof"
-Thomas S. Monson -The Call to Serve -October 2000 General Conference
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
By The Numbers
I came into work today,
To find my manager trying to figure out how many of a certain type of hamster we had on hand.
Because the number he'd come up with, wasn't the number we were supposed to have in the store.
So I proceeded to try and figure out how many there were, while standing there next to him.
I was like: "So there are 9 in this area of the store, like..."I searched for a good number. "5 in that area of the store, and then 2 more in this other area of the store right?"
He added up my number count, comparing it to the one that he had written down,
and it turns out.
I was right on the money. The number of those types of hamsters that I thought we had on hand, were the number of hamsters we did have on hand.
lol.
My manager gave me this look that was something along the lines of. "I'm really impressed, but also frightened, and envious that you remembered all that." A good combination of all three.
Which, in retrospect, I guess is rather impressive to know how many of them we had in the store...when I'd only gotten there like 10 minutes before and hadn't looked into a single cage yet. (as the odds were good that some of them could have been sold while I wasn't in the store.)
Of course, I'm not always aware of how many animals there are.....though because of my fascination with the small furry creatures we carry in our store (having never had one as a pet growing up.) I tend to be more aware of how many were in a cage the last time I looked at them.
It also helped that I spent a good portion of my shift yesterday looking into those cages as I cleaned many of them. Trying to figure out how to make sure we had enough cages for all the animals we had on hand and would be getting in. Which meant...a bit of musical chairs.
Which resulted in me seeing a lot of the hamsters, playing with numbers and such.
But mostly....I'm obsessed with the little furry creatures. So I'm more aware of how they are doing and what their numbers are like in each cage than other places. ^^;;
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved me constantly thinking that I was late for work because I would 'sleep' past my alarm, only to wake and see that it was still really early in the morning, head back to sleep and dream that it was even later than the last time I looked at the clock.
-S.N.D
To find my manager trying to figure out how many of a certain type of hamster we had on hand.
Because the number he'd come up with, wasn't the number we were supposed to have in the store.
So I proceeded to try and figure out how many there were, while standing there next to him.
I was like: "So there are 9 in this area of the store, like..."I searched for a good number. "5 in that area of the store, and then 2 more in this other area of the store right?"
He added up my number count, comparing it to the one that he had written down,
and it turns out.
I was right on the money. The number of those types of hamsters that I thought we had on hand, were the number of hamsters we did have on hand.
lol.
My manager gave me this look that was something along the lines of. "I'm really impressed, but also frightened, and envious that you remembered all that." A good combination of all three.
Which, in retrospect, I guess is rather impressive to know how many of them we had in the store...when I'd only gotten there like 10 minutes before and hadn't looked into a single cage yet. (as the odds were good that some of them could have been sold while I wasn't in the store.)
Of course, I'm not always aware of how many animals there are.....though because of my fascination with the small furry creatures we carry in our store (having never had one as a pet growing up.) I tend to be more aware of how many were in a cage the last time I looked at them.
It also helped that I spent a good portion of my shift yesterday looking into those cages as I cleaned many of them. Trying to figure out how to make sure we had enough cages for all the animals we had on hand and would be getting in. Which meant...a bit of musical chairs.
Which resulted in me seeing a lot of the hamsters, playing with numbers and such.
But mostly....I'm obsessed with the little furry creatures. So I'm more aware of how they are doing and what their numbers are like in each cage than other places. ^^;;
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
Involved me constantly thinking that I was late for work because I would 'sleep' past my alarm, only to wake and see that it was still really early in the morning, head back to sleep and dream that it was even later than the last time I looked at the clock.
-S.N.D
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