Maybe this just isn't me
Last night was the indoctrination night at the Elks Lodge. The Grand Poo Bah called the day before to warn that the 5:30 dinner was delayed until 6:30 due to special Elk guests from through out the district.
So I head to the Lodge at 6:15. When I get there the greeter says to hit the bar and that dinner is being delayed until the closed door district meeting is over. So I buy a margarita, sit and talk to a fellow inductee and then head over to the dining tables at about 6:45. The table is filled with other indoctinees. We talk. We wait. Seven comes and goes and still no word on when the closed door meeting will be over.
7:20 the group of soused leaders of the lodge emerge. They're jolly. They're jerking each other off and playing to the group of inductees. So we eat. Fried chicken. Not bad. Nice conversation with those at the table.
So we're done. We're told to go to another room so that we can be told what to expect. That would be lots of smoke and mirrors and raising hands and putting your left hand on your heart - -- which is located according to the person doing the talking, on the right side of your body. HUH? I had to comment on that. "Where I come from the right hand goes over the heart which is located on the left side of the body." I'm told to never mind and just do as I'm told.
8:15 we lineup outside the Lodge meeting room. The gang is still talking behind closed doors. We wait and wait and wait. Finally we're told that we should go sit down or head to the bar as this may take a while.
8:45 comes and goes. I've been a leader most of my life. I've been president of several service organizations. Rule of thumb: Treat your guests and incoming members with the utmost of courtesy. There's only one opportunity to make that first impression. At 8:45 I remember an old favorite Bob's rule of "being there": When you're early you're on time. When you're on time you're late. And when you're late you're rude.
That's when I walked out of the Elks Lodge. I was along with every other inductee was being treated with extreme rudeness. How much of that was enough? I had been served up more than enough rudeness for one evening.
The fresh air of the evening told me that I had made the right decision.
So I get home. Wifey is pissed that I walked out. She asks, "Why does this always happen to you? Weird shit like this never happens to anyone else. It always happens to you."
Maybe this just isn't me and someone was trying to tell me something. Ya think?