Well, I was — as expected — wrong.  The middle schoolers showed up and devoured that processed nacho cheese like it was manna from heaven.  One of our program directors came into my office after her program to tell me that some of her sixth grade girls were using their fingers to scrape the rest of the cheese out of the plastic container so they could get every last drop.  Perhaps unsurprisingly, I raced to the bathroom to throw up.

Unfortunately, I could not engage in a little vomiting due to some unseemly conditions:

 1. We still have no water in the office.  So, had I vomited, it would still be sitting there this morning.  I’m sorry for the visual effect that was just created for you.  You may now vomit if you wish.

2. I was on hold with our lovely phone company trying to figure out why the voicemail service we’ve been paying for the last seven months has suddenly flown the coop.

3. It is hard to throw up when you haven’t exactly had breakfast or lunch yet because you’ve been too busy wondering if you bought enough nacho cheese running a ministry.

 I do, interlings, lead a glamorous life.  If only Fergie was here to sing along.

In other news, the office is beginning to resemble some form of workable space again.  We have two of the five rooms fully set-up and I think we’ll be attacking the other two this weekend.  I am embarrassed to admit that I had to get our high school intern, Lauren, to fix two of the computers for me.  I was holding a tangled mess of cables and cords and beginning to say things like “Oh, you think this is funny, don’t ya little USB cable?  Well, I’m gonna show you funny in a second!” 

When you begin threatening revenge upon your USB cable, it is time to hand things over to a high schooler professional.

I’m not even gonna tell you what I said to the printer cable.  Let’s just say that he was NOT holding up his end of the bargain.