Geeky Me (patheticfolk) wrote, @ 2006-10-01 13:24:00

my summer started off rather interestingly. I had met Eric in January, by April, we were living with eachother. A car accident on the Newspaper route started a very rough part in our relationship, since we both had to start working constantly as the insurance stopped paying for our coverage, and finding a car to do the 7 day work week became very diffucult. We were at eachother's throats constantly. I'm sure we abused eachother physically a couple of times, usually when we were under the influence of some sort of mind alterating substance. Usually speed. Well, not usually. We messed around with the crap a few times, but soon learned that the commericals we see on cable were pretty accurate.
Dope.
It fucks you up.

I started a new job shortly after realizing how bad this shit was, and decided that i didn't want to mess with the crap anymore. I prayed really hard for a good job that I'd enjoy, and make good money, mostly.
The Moose Lodge.
A small community inside a community. A lady that, at first, reminded me of my mother, similar in height, a dark haired lady that kept up with herself. She was very nice, but first impressions are deciving. Her shiny gold earrings and nice clothes left much to be questioned of who she was, but we'll get to that later.
Meanwhile, about mid June, Eric and I are learing how two eccentric people can find a similar medium. What love is really supposed to be, and basically, how to survive on a day to day basis. No real plan. Simply survival. Sometimes, you have to fight. You wanna fight? No, not really, but nobody said life was gunna be a piece of apple pie.
By late July, my job has turned out to be a real blessing. We're making enough money to pay the bills, and go to a lot of shows in Atlanta. We've learned that if we show up late, basically, you'll always get in. If not for cheaper.
This new guru friend of ours named Alex puts it, "Just follow the Music, that's all you gotta do." So to name our concert list, only for show, Bob Dylan, The Alman Brothers, The Wailers, Fiona Apple, Ben Harper Feat. Damien Marley, Rusted Root, Blue October, and a few other smaller bands, names unknown. And we're about to go to the Atlanta music conference, 4 days long, tickets won by Eric. He's so good, he really is. Our relationship has gotten better through prayer, we have learned that if you just keep working, things will get better. God said it was so. And so it was.
So back to the Moose Lodge. I got involved in politics. Crap. I listened to a lady to say something in a meeting about my boss taking all the rich customers. We're in this back room with all these green velvet chairs and a long table. My boss is sitting directly across from me. Surrounded by the small ammount of kitchen staff and a committee of the top dawgs of the place, Mr. Redmond, Sam (which was my bosse's ex-husband, and the governer of the Moose), And some other dude that kinda scares me in a way, but I can never remember his name. He does Music Trivia on Tuesday's. Anywho, I said something. My boss is pissed. Chaos breaks out in the meeting, and order takes over by higher authority. This is America, Nigga. Free speech.
So I fucked up. I just jepordized my comfort at my job for a bigger, and most rightously there for the servers, yea. I got myself involved in politics. Little notes start appearing around my job, directly addressed to me. Tues. Nights : Ketchups, Coleslaw, Sugars, Salad Bar. We're also cutting dishwasher hours so you'll be washing dishes, too. Oh golly. The one next to the register said "Do not remove, Molly." So I tore my name off her little napkin, with her stereophome cup, OOH. She started to really get under my skin. Let's just skip a lot of the drama, fast foreward.....Last Thursday.
She Quit.
My days at work has increased to one. Robin and I decide to do everything together. I'm running the register.
Oh, Did I mention we've begun working on a movie? It's going to be called Blindworld. It's coming soon, to a local website near you, maybe. There's this guy named Mr. Whitlock who wrote the film, and I'm the one who ended up doing the storyboards for it. Much love goes out to him, a very good hearted man who runs local charity, the Food Pantry, and the Hope Health Center. Email molsfisher@yahoo.com to learn how to donate to the cause.
On the Last days of Summer, We ended up getting into Ben Harper for free. They were sold out, but we waited long enough, and these people came out and blessed us with some tickets. Somebody else gave me 3 more. So we gave um away and went into the show. It was AWSOME! So down and mellow, everybody is so cool, so into the awsome music waves coming from the front of the ampitheater. Then Damien Marley came out on stage. They rocked out with the get up stand up, time to smoke a blunt, nigga!
Basically, my summer consisted of a lot of learning. Learning how to work with somebody else takes a lot of paitence, and we still fight, sometimes. But overall, I think it's worth it. When you put so much energy into something, some scientific law says you'll get so much back. It's nice to look back and how far you can go with somebody with you both keep working. From basically just a car, to a house and a dog with food in the fridge and hot water. And all of this, because God is good. So good.

	(Anonymous) 2006-10-01 22:19 (link)
	fablous story Molly. Glad to hear things are working out for you. -Me! (Reply to this) (Thread)