The Playboy Synagogue

I feel the need to stress the fact that working in this synagogue is like working anywhere. Well maybe a little more perverse….
For fear of incriminating myself, I try to keep blogging about work to a minimum, but in this case, I think the people involved are guilty enough on their own. The Cantor found a naked photo of Britney Spears from Playboy, so he emailed it to the president of the synagogue, who then forwarded it to every single person on his email list. So of course we then get a phone call from a member complaining about the porn that the cantor of the synagogue sent him. The Cantor claims it is not porn, since it was from Playboy magazine (logic much?) and the president was too daft to remove the Cantor’s name from the email. It doesn’t help that he got another complaint regarding the “v-cut dresses down to the bosom” that some of the choirgirls were wearing on Sunday. Tis a lovely place I work in.

And according to the nice doctor at the walk-in clinic I have a virus and not an infection, so no drugs for me! (Although he gave me a prescription anyway, to take in case it gets worse.) I guess February is still holding on by its teeth. Let me go you damn hell month!

What’s this? A new band photo? Yee-haw!