Breakfast/daytext/table overseer.
I always seemed to be hungry. My table head was Dave Mercante, Zone Servant and personal secretary to one of the GB. I always kind of felt like I was privy to some pretty private stuff around him. He liked to brag about how much he knew and of course I thought I was pretty special to be the "teacher's pet." How retarded I was.
Monday night WT study
Waste of time. Never studied ahead for it and when I followed along during the study I got even less out of it than I would have if I would have studied on my own.
Tuesdays Bookstudy at one of the Local Cong.
The most worthless meeting. Traveling an hour and a half each way for a one hour meeting? Come on!
Wednesday evening fieldservice
Never did that. Wednesday evenings was for sleeping.
Thursdays parts on the service meeting
A less than enthoused audience listening to a less than grand speaker.
Fridays "family evening" / evening fieldservice
Fridays was "get drunk night." It was also a good time to get together with friends to play chess.
SUNDAYS FIELD SERVICE/MEETING/LATE SUPPER
All I ever wanted to do on Sunday's was sleep. At Bethel is when I started to hate the Sunday meeting.
Daily sisters housekeeping/snooping through your possessions
Hide your porn carefully
What I hated most was the attitude of most people there. (Oh course I had it too, I was a product of the same system) The "I'm better than you" attitude that everyone had. And everyone had it. From the sister checking my ID (such authority she wielded) to the newbies who were supposed to be following my lead (everyone wanted to be in charge of everyone else) everyone thought they were something special. If it weren't for my own low self esteem I probably would have been a real a$$ myself. Sadly what I miss most about Bethel is the view of NYC. I loved walking out on the prominade and just marveling at the beauty of the island of Manhattan. I haven't been back there since I left Bethel in 99. I'm getting all nostalgic now. I think I'm going to cry! (or not!)