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I just worked a twelve hour shift yesterday - from 3:00PM to 3:00AM
At many jobs, this would be a complaint. To work for twelve hours. At San Marco Theatre, however, it's awesome. The greatest example, in my mind, of why the theatre is such a great place to work is that three of my co-workers work an average of one or two days a week. That means each paycheck they're hardly making any money. Which means that they're working there primarily because they enjoy it.
Twelve hours is also great because that means I just made $90 plus tipshares which was $31. $121 in one day of work, especially when you aren't a waiter, is pretty damned good. And I need the money. Scratch that. I don't need money. But I do want it. I want it so that I can finally get my moped shipped to me. I want it so I can buy a monitor for my new computer (Mini Mac, which'll arrive by March 7). I want it so I can buy a helmet for the moped and recover the seat. I want it so I can start saving for Europe again.
The last few days, I've been pretty sick. Better now, healthy enough to work a twelve hour shift and still get up at 11:30 for pancakes. During that time, I stopped smoking (don't celebrate anti-smokers, I'm smoking again), moved my mom's sewing machine to the garage and put up a small table where the sewing machine means. Why? Because then I was able to set up my computer on that table. So I have my computer back, but no internet, since it has a wireless card now instead of ethernet. As soon as I get the internet working, though, I'll finally be able to update my now dormant website. I also watched a few movies (Stranger than Paradise, Benny and Joon, Pirates of the Carribean, Monty Python's "Meaning of Life", Little Black Book) as well as an episode of Pee-wee's Playhouse. Finally, I also read more of Joseph Mishlov's The Roots of Conciousness.
About a week ago, I left my trench coat at Fuel. It had my disposable camera in it, with pictures I've been slowly taking depicting my life...including what I feel is a rare shot of some of the Fuel regulars together. I haven't looked for it yet, but I think I just threw it into a corner, so it might not still be there (unlike times when I've put books underneath couches, jackets behind large objects, etc.).
My Kenyan penpal, Dennis Muchama, needs about $100 to take a national exam which will determine whether or not he passes school, which is very very important to his future. If anyone wants to help out, I am accepting small donations to this end starting today, if anyone is interested in helping. If twenty people can give $5, then he will be good.
Sometimes I wish I could create my own town, complete with businesses and libraries and museums and public transportation all of my and my friends' design, and then stock it with the people of my choosing. Yeah, a lot of people from Jax would be there, but also all those friends of mine that I wish were close but are spread out so far apart...Matt Holt, Ben, Laurel, Thomas, Isis, my Brother and his group, Jasmine, Michael, the Doody family. As well as Betsy and Natalie...not my closest friends, but I love them so much there's no way my little city would be complete without them. Oh, and definitely Adam Vos, because that sweetheart of a guy deserves a good little city to live in. There would be music, mostly street and corner musicians, everywhere. Artwork, and more artwork, paintings and drawings and sculptures everywhere. Parks, lucious parks with trees and walkways and playgrounds and ponds that aren't green and SCA groups and kids dancing...and Laurel dancing...and, well, just dancing. An electric monorail system that goes everywhere, and turns into a subway when necessary. There would be homeless people, but only the cool ones that I've met here - Chris and Frasier and that real sweet softspoken man. Not Ajax...is Ajax homeless? I think he is. OH, and so much more. So much more. But that is a dream. No, more than a dream which you can wake from and easily forget. It is a city which lives in my heart, in my love of music and dance and art, but most importantly in my love for all of you.
At many jobs, this would be a complaint. To work for twelve hours. At San Marco Theatre, however, it's awesome. The greatest example, in my mind, of why the theatre is such a great place to work is that three of my co-workers work an average of one or two days a week. That means each paycheck they're hardly making any money. Which means that they're working there primarily because they enjoy it.
Twelve hours is also great because that means I just made $90 plus tipshares which was $31. $121 in one day of work, especially when you aren't a waiter, is pretty damned good. And I need the money. Scratch that. I don't need money. But I do want it. I want it so that I can finally get my moped shipped to me. I want it so I can buy a monitor for my new computer (Mini Mac, which'll arrive by March 7). I want it so I can buy a helmet for the moped and recover the seat. I want it so I can start saving for Europe again.
The last few days, I've been pretty sick. Better now, healthy enough to work a twelve hour shift and still get up at 11:30 for pancakes. During that time, I stopped smoking (don't celebrate anti-smokers, I'm smoking again), moved my mom's sewing machine to the garage and put up a small table where the sewing machine means. Why? Because then I was able to set up my computer on that table. So I have my computer back, but no internet, since it has a wireless card now instead of ethernet. As soon as I get the internet working, though, I'll finally be able to update my now dormant website. I also watched a few movies (Stranger than Paradise, Benny and Joon, Pirates of the Carribean, Monty Python's "Meaning of Life", Little Black Book) as well as an episode of Pee-wee's Playhouse. Finally, I also read more of Joseph Mishlov's The Roots of Conciousness.
About a week ago, I left my trench coat at Fuel. It had my disposable camera in it, with pictures I've been slowly taking depicting my life...including what I feel is a rare shot of some of the Fuel regulars together. I haven't looked for it yet, but I think I just threw it into a corner, so it might not still be there (unlike times when I've put books underneath couches, jackets behind large objects, etc.).
My Kenyan penpal, Dennis Muchama, needs about $100 to take a national exam which will determine whether or not he passes school, which is very very important to his future. If anyone wants to help out, I am accepting small donations to this end starting today, if anyone is interested in helping. If twenty people can give $5, then he will be good.
Sometimes I wish I could create my own town, complete with businesses and libraries and museums and public transportation all of my and my friends' design, and then stock it with the people of my choosing. Yeah, a lot of people from Jax would be there, but also all those friends of mine that I wish were close but are spread out so far apart...Matt Holt, Ben, Laurel, Thomas, Isis, my Brother and his group, Jasmine, Michael, the Doody family. As well as Betsy and Natalie...not my closest friends, but I love them so much there's no way my little city would be complete without them. Oh, and definitely Adam Vos, because that sweetheart of a guy deserves a good little city to live in. There would be music, mostly street and corner musicians, everywhere. Artwork, and more artwork, paintings and drawings and sculptures everywhere. Parks, lucious parks with trees and walkways and playgrounds and ponds that aren't green and SCA groups and kids dancing...and Laurel dancing...and, well, just dancing. An electric monorail system that goes everywhere, and turns into a subway when necessary. There would be homeless people, but only the cool ones that I've met here - Chris and Frasier and that real sweet softspoken man. Not Ajax...is Ajax homeless? I think he is. OH, and so much more. So much more. But that is a dream. No, more than a dream which you can wake from and easily forget. It is a city which lives in my heart, in my love of music and dance and art, but most importantly in my love for all of you.