I have a feeling this hope-inducing retreat might have backfired. Certainly everyone there was incredibly positive. Almost to the point of being a little eerie. When asked how they were doing, they weren’t okay, they were super!! And they didn’t smile, they grinned from ear to ear until I could see all their molars.
Still, there were hopeful signs. We had a Father Jim, who showed up dressed in something I wouldn’t give a beggar, who told us to avoid confessing our sins. Someone else staged a posse to get drunk the one night we were there. And, the last day, while I was trying my best to focus on yet another speech, I saw at least five people texting on their phones.
If I had any left over stars and unrealistic expectations from my retreat, one day back at work efficiently destroyed any of them. The public I work with managed their worst behaviour yet by shouting, throwing things and basically acting like monkeys. They didn’t throw faeces around but the week’s not over yet. There’s always today.
So I signed up to go to next year’s retreat.