I hated getting to field service only to find out that everyone had paired up prior to the group and I was left as a spare part.
I hated it when on a Saturday my husband and the olther elders went off on calls as a car group leaving me to work with both the children. Actually I liked being able to do a few calls and bunk off early but I hated the assumption that children were womens work.
I hated it when you had both the children with you on the service but noone volunteered to take one of them with them so you had to either go to the door mob handed or split up prior to every door.
I hated it when someone made their getting to the meetings your responsibility and laid on the guilt. Then when you had gone miles out of your way to pick them up and arrived home late they would offer you "a few pennies" to cover your time and expense. Trust me no bus or taxi would take you to the meeting and back for £2 or a cup of coffee next time you were out on the service.
I hated it when you got to the meeting and listened to a talk about widening out and being friendly and yet no one would come up to talk to you even when you had a baby in your arms that had fallen asleep and you couldn't move yourself.
I hated that everyone felt they had the right to tell you how to bring up your children even though they did not have the first idea what your children needed or appreciate that for them they had been pretty damn wonderful during the last 2 hours of mental torture.
I hated it when someone answered up and rambled for ages completely off the point I was mentally screaming inside.
I hated it when people took the end seats at assemblies and then frowned when you had to take children past them because they needed the toilet. You then had to wait until the next break or song to return to the seat so as not to get frowny faced or deep sighs.
I hated it that despite having 2 young children it was deemed a good idea to put hubby on the locking up schedule and then having to wait while people with zero empathy talked for hours about pointless stuff whilst your children were tired and fractious and had school in the morning waited for them to shut up and go home. If I seemed less than happy I was the bad person.
I hated it when you went out to a restaurtant as a group and half the people there didbn't want to pay a tip even though the service had been perfect. They also neglected to add the cost of their drinks to their share so some poor person at the end is saddled with the shortfall. Hubby once had to pay an extra £50 at someones engagement meal because of a load of JW short payers who had left pretty damn quick after supposedly paying their share.
I hated it when people were judgemental about other people's homes or what they had rather than being happy for someone.
The miracle is I didn't run out of the place screaming like a smurf sooner.