The Trials

After an long break from spinning for the people, I am back at it tonight and I am more nervous than the first gig I played oh so many years ago. For starters, the macbook I have been using DIED on me the other day. After bringing it into the apple store, I was told the logic board needed to be replaced and that it wouldn't be ready in time for the party. A few quick phone calls and I was able to get things together so that I can in fact play tonight...Thank God.

I hope to see y'all out tonight because I am busting my ass to make this joint pop off!!!

GUESS WHO'S BACK!!

So To Catch Ya'll up since Obama won...

My elation at Barack Obama winning was enough to get me to bite the bullet and join the daytime working world again, this time through a temp agency. I went in, did their tests, filled out the forms...yada yada yada. I was told upon meeting the lovely young lady in HR that there's very little work that comes in (love the recession), but it's a good idea to check in once a week just to see. So I said, FUCK THAT SHIT, and went on a trip to NYC with my baby. Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse, when his father fell ill and he had to drive back to the Bean after an hour of being in NYC. He left and I stayed. Bad choice..but that is a whole other story.

I spent time with my friends there and had a good time. I checked in with my friend Heath (who was kind enough to put me up while i was there), hung out with Blake (who put up with me when i was there..i was a mess), met my friend Jason's parents and sister (They are a HOOT), and bumped into a few familiar faces. I leave the city and head back here on Weds. just missing the protest on the Mormons (shit!) and settle back into semi-unemployment. When on Thursday, the phone rings and it's the temp agency with an assignment for today (11/14/08) @ 8:30 A.M. Ggggrreeaaaat. I would love to bitch, but a bitch needs a job!

I arrive at the designated meeting point and met a very affable young woman and the rest of the work force and we are off to move materials from one storage unit in Lynn to a warehouse in Cambridge. Everything goes well. We make good time and load the truck with all kinds of shit and get to the storage space in Cambridge near M.I.T. off of Mass. Ave. As we get out of the truck and begin to start off-loading, a man of diminutive status who looked like he had one too many Buds for lunch starts screaming at us. Apparently, we are not allowed to back the truck up into the warehouse and need to use dollies. Unfortunately, he was rude, curt, and a general prick about it and yelled at my boss for the day.

Now the rub is, my boss for the day was a young lady named Karen who from first sight, I knew we had more in common than just working together. Yes, she's a lesbian and for anyone who knows the Sisters of Sapphos, you do not yell at them...esp. if you are a straight man. So he walks up to the truck and continues to yell at her. Not a good move. (tick) He retreats into the warehouse to get us dollies. She parks the truck where instructed, and without a beat...walks over to me and "Where did he go?" She finds him coming out with a dolly and lays into him. She told him where to go, what to do, and how long to do it for. Me and my coworkers for the day were in shock. She then gets in his face...and says "DO SOMETHING! That's what I thought, you punk. Learn how to talk to people!"

That made my day and got me energized to continue working with a smile on my face. I looked over to her shortly after this happened and we both started laughing and for one second...I loved my fucking job.

Overwhelmed

U.S. President-elect Senator Barack Obama (L) waves to supporters following his speech during his election night rally, after being declared the winner of the 2008 U.S. Presidential Campaign in Chicago, Nov. 4, 2008. (REUTERS/Jim Young)

Last night was something that one can only hope to see in their lifetime. I am at a loss for words.