St. James (either the pastor or someone else high up, I'm not sure who) has now royally pissed me off. The details aren't important. I don't really want to go back. But it will break my grandmother's heart if we're not there when she goes back. I may have to have a talk with her. I'm not sure she'll understand my reasoning.

*sigh*

Church was supposed to be easy once they were no longer my employer.