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Just kidding. I thought your "Evaluation" was very funny.

Did you quote yourself so you would have two years' worth? :D-->

In fact, I hated those things so much that I started dreading them months before March. eeeeew sorry if I brought up some bad memories.... When I left TWI it was in March and I never did have to go to that one!!!! :D-->

A la, that sounds horrible. You getting angry was a healthy reaction to all that bullsh1t. Those evil sons of b1tches..........unbelivable. Yeah, you'd better watch it, free piano lessons from your sister-in-law. Unbelievable. I'm starting to see the picture more and more that the leaders in charge were doing far more EVIL than what they accused others of. F'in Pharisees! And you're right, we could never defend ourselves. I hated those things. I started the thread because I wondered if other ex-Corps were glad not to have those dang things anymore. Join the celebration at my table and have a beer. :)--> :D--> It's green beer, with St Patti's coming up!

exie, that is so sweet! As for the age difference, uh, er, it's the same as Demi Moore and Astin Kuchner. ;)-->

Ok, texas, it's Orlando, but I went back to change the Orlandos to Rolando, like I've changed a lot of the other names. I must have missed some. "I'm confused and I don't understand." Guess I'll go back and make it Orlando again. And then your question won't make any sense. :D-->

I witnessed to my husband and he took the class. We got married some time after that. He was a "Corpse Spouse" and hated it. Two years later we left. He told me later he never liked TWI, although he participated in everything. We're still married, 18 years now. We have our ups and downs.

I reported to work at my temp job at California First Bank. I was to be a file clerk in the Trust Vault. The supervisor was an "older" (50-ish, which I am now - ha) woman named Priscilla and her supervisor was a woman named Susan. And there was this young Mexican guy named Orlando there that I didn't give a second thought to. Each Trust file had sections, labeled A-D. The shelves were on tracks that revolved when you pushed a button. I had stacks and stacks of pink forms in front of me that were to go into the "C" files. I guess that's why they needed a temp, because they were behind on those particular pink "C" forms. It was a numeric system, so I separated the papers into stacks numerically, and then sub-stacks, and then filed them. Priscilla seemed surprised that I got so much done so fast. At then end of every week, Susan would ask me to come back the next week. There was this woman who worked named Laura, who didn't really like me very much. She was talking about having a yard sale and I asked her conversationally, "Is it in your yard?" and she replied sarcastically, "No, it's in Texas!" Later, I walked in on her telling some one else what I had stupidly asked her. Well, one day, she went out to lunch, evidently got drunk, and was gone for the rest of the day, which resulted in her being fired. I got moved up to her desk up at the front of the vault, which was next to Orlando. Orlando had a little radio next to his desk, and listening to the music while we were doing our menial filing tasks helped the day go by. To this day, those songs that were out in the mid-80's always remind me of the Vault. (i.e "Everybody Wants to Rule the World") Meanwhile, the couple that I had lived with Encinitas that had previously "kicked me out" asked me to house sit for them for a week. They would pay me to take care of several puppies that were the offspring of two dogs that they had. I was still friendly with this couple. The previous situation hadn't caused any hard feelings on my part. They had moved to a different house in a part of San Diego that wasn't too far from downtown where my temp job in the bank was. So I moved in for a week or so, and fed the puppies who were in the garage, took them out to the backyard to play and picked up their poop. I gave all of them names. It was during this time that I got a call from my branch leader Cliff late one at night. He told me that Dr. Wierwille had died. Cliff asked me, "Are you ok?" I told him I was and went back to sleep. (I felt a lot like I did when Uncle Harry died when I was in residence. I remember some people were crying but I didn't feel much. Mostly I felt like I should feel more). It's not like I had this great personal relationship with Vee Pee or like I had had one with Uncle H. Because Laura got fired, her job was available. They hired me, which I was really happy about. (Like my daughter likes to say, “Karma’s a bitch.”) I remember being in Woolworth's thinking, "Wow, now I can afford a new bottle of shampoo." I now had a steady job and the pay was better there than as a temp. Orlando and I would converse throughout the day. Then we started going out to lunch. "Tecate Sam's" was a favorite place. We would always sit upstairs and I would order a chimichanga. I was feeling more and more attached to him. Somewhere along the line, he signed up for PFAL. I was on the crew for the class that Orlando was in. He had a motorcycle and wore a leather jacket when he drove it. He invited me out for dinner one night and we went on his motorcycle to a restaurant up the coast. The waitress turned out to be some one I had worked with at my waitress job before and she gave us a free dessert. Orlando was several years younger than me, which sort of made him not “an option to me. So, now Orlando was a grad of the class, and we were spending time together outside of work. One day I was trying to put a bookcase together in my room at the Way Home I was living in, and he came over and helped me put it together. I was starting to feel this attraction to him but I thought it was weird because he was so much younger than me, as well as being a non-Corps "babe in the Word." At work, I got promoted to this department called "Systems" across from the Vault. My new position was "Terminal Operator." Unfortunately, my supervisor was a critical, impatient a-hole who was unhappy that I still hadn’t mastered my new job after two weeks. Orlando was across the hall at the Vault still and he was looking really good in that leather jacket whenever I caught a glimpse of him. Orlando wanted to "buy me a purse." I guess he thought the one was in need of replacement or something. I remember saying that I thought it wasn't really necessary, that we were just friends, that it would indicate a relationship that wasn't what ours was, etc etc. Then he would hardly speak to me for a week and I missed his friendship. I went back to my car one night after work and as I pulled away from the parking lot, I realized I had a flat tire. I found a phone and called Orlando, who came to me on his bike, fixed the flat, and then drove away without a word. The next day at work, he left a rose at my desk with a note asking me to go to lunch with him. And he did buy me that purse. Once evening I was over at Cliff and Johanna's and we were talking about how I hadn't found a husband yet, and they said, "Have you ever thought of marrying Orlando?" As the conversation continued, they indicated to me that it was an ok idea with them. I had been going back and forth about my feelings. At the time, there was this song on the radio, by Air Supply - "I Can't Fight This Feeling" that eventually became "our song." One evening after work, I was sitting in my car before going home and "Desperado" by the Eagles came on, and the line "You'd better let somebody love you before it's too late" really hit my heart. I knew I had always gone after guys who weren't interested and avoided the ones that were. After awhile, you realize maybe it's not them, it's you. Kind of like what Rodney Dangerfield said, "I'd never want to join a club that had me as a member." I've been writing this since the dog woke me up and 3:30 . And now it's time to get ready for work.

Yes, tx, it was EXACTLY like an annual review at work, without a raise. There was this sheet you had to fill in to rate yourself and then you discussed it with your branch/limb leader. It sucked and I dreaded March because of it. engine, me too, I usually don't think about it but this year I did. I was at work and an e-mail announced that it's Womens' History Month, and I started thinking, "March, March what is March? oh yeah.....Evaluation Time, and the relief set in that always does if I remember."

Right-o, Belle, and thanks for the beer! Paw, did you get a liquor license for this place? Anybody else celebrating a Non Evaluation March? Come on over and have a beer with me!

Just realized it March and I don't have to get a Corps Evaluation!!!!!!! :)--> :D--> :D--> :D--> It has been over 15 years since I left but it stll makes me want to celebrate.

Will I do a 180 or 90 degree turn? I dunno. Won't know til I get there. Probably not, though.

THE LICE. Rampant on campus at Emporia. We were all inspected by the in-residence Corps who were nurses. Those of us infected had to get kerosene dumped on our heads. Everyone put all their bedding and clothes outside to kill the lice and larvae who couldn't survive temperatures below 45 degrees.

GRRRRRRR....

I didn't remember about you going Minueteman. Nor did I know of the car accident during your WOW year. (Does Dad? Ha ha) And the class being $200. I remember being at the Corps Week meeting when they decided to do that, and everybody stood up and clapped! And the glowing green sticks!! I forgot about those! Like you said about me, "There's stuff in there about you I never knew about!"

Each in-residence twig had to do skits based on scenes from "The Way Living in Love." I wish I could remember this better, but one twig did a skit portraying the 1st corps that was HILARIOUS. They weren't really making fun of it, but then again maybe they were. I just remember laughing my a$$ off, along with a lot of other people. THEN, the coordinator, RT, reamed the twig that did it and those of us who laughed because he thought the skit was "disgraceful" because it was so disrespectful of the 1st corps.

I sent you a PT.

We live in San Diego which picks up KFI in Los Angeles, which is where Dr. Laura broadcasts from, or started at anyway. I've been listening to her since 1991 or so. I think she's interesting, but I don't take everything she says totally seriously. I'd NEVER call in! She has gone through different phases, it seems to me, as far as her harshness. One woman called in and said she couldn't decide whether she wanted to "commit" herself to the guy she already lived with and who was the father of her 3 kis. Naturally, Dr. Laura went ballistic!! I thought the caller was pretty dumb too, both because of her attitude towards her kids' father and that she was stupid enough to call in.

Don't know if this poll has been done before but How long have you been out of TWI?

She sure knows how to sell a house, though!

http://www.born-today.com/Today/03-12.htm You share birthdays with JAMES TAYLOR!!! cool!!

What about when you went WOW to Albany? What about the Way College? What about U of CO (is that where you went?) What about when you were home working at Mickey D's? What about when I came home? What about you and former wife and how and why you split? What about what happened when you left, and why? As the King in King & I said "And ETC ETC ETC"

Thank you so much, Sunesis. Amen to what you said! It's so much the same story for us all, ain't it? With different details.