Though I was raised Catholic, and attended a (prestigious) Catholic high school, I am in on way religious. Well, I guess I am a little spiritual. For the sake of labels, I guess you would call me an agnostic. You know, there is some higher power, I just don't know what it is.
So during this holiest of holy times, I don't generally do anything special. If I am with my mom on a Friday I will abstain from meat but otherwise I am my normal self (case in point - it's good Friday and I ate a pork chop for dinner).
But for some strange reason this year, I decided to partake in the age old tradition of giving something up for Lent. When I was a kid it was generally something like TV or candy. In high school, while working at butcher shop, I gave up meat (boss was not happy). This year, I decided, because I like a challenge, to give up alcohol.
Yeah, that's right. 40 days sans the hooch. I should say, that I am not a heavy drinker anyways, but I am a social enough person that not having a beer at trivia or a cocktail at happy hour was a challenge. Or when I have weeks like last week where I couldn't go home and drown my sorrows in a nice Pinot Noir. That was really rough. Of course, I was teased by friends and coworkers who thought I would break down and drink.
As it turns out, once I make a commitment, I stick to it. Over the course of 40 days I only had three drinks (1 glass of champagne for the Oscars - which is a religious holiday to me, and 2 Black & Tans the night before St. Patrick's Day - because my ancestors would haunt me otherwise.)
Aside from saving a good chunk of change (rough guestimate $200.00) I thought that if there was a higher power, they would be pretty impressed with my commitment.
Turns out, I was wrong.
See, Good Friday at my company is what they call a half-staff day. That means you can take the day off without sacrificing a vacation day, or work and earn an additional day off. I always work Good Friday because I want to be able to take a day off when the weather is nice. And Good Friday is generally a crappy day in Chicago. I have memories of days with flurries and hurricane force winds.
This year however, it is a balmy 78 degrees and sunny as a day at the beach. The grass is a brilliant shade of green. Daffodils have pushed themselves up and are in full bloom. Golf courses and parks are loaded with people enjoying the weather.
And where was I today?
In my cubicle, with a handful of other co-workers, having completed all my tasks within the first 30 minutes of being at work because no other company was open today. My company is international, with offices all over the world. I think every other branch was closed today in honor of Easter, including countries with a minimal Christian population.
The only conclusion I can come to is that God was not pleased with me giving up alcohol for lent. I mean, he serves wine with all his meals, who knew it was a sin to pass?
~ The Office Scribe
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