What a Week!

It has been a wild week of emotional and physical rolling coastering (but, sadly, not literal).

It was mother's day Sunday. And Graduation for ISU on Friday. Between the two, the restaurant was packed. on Saturday we sat 260 tables. many of 6 person parties. An adventurous evening in the kitchen. I was in at 10am (Geangelo's opens at 4pm) for prep work. 11 on Friday by the time i got home. I s'pose the pay will be worth it. though, unlike Monica's, I get no compensation for how well we do each night. (not exactly an instinctive to work hard). I don't put myself out like i did at Monica's - I just don't enjoy the environment, the food, or pretty much anything about the place. I need the money. So for now I'm trapped. At least the cooking part is delightful. I'm learning alot and I've disposable income such that i don't hafta leach off my parents. It's curious, being employed, that is. I've begun carrying cash. I love Cash. I love having cash because i hate Credit. I hate using credit and debit cards. I hate the insanity of economics. As a side note, I think -nein- believe that automated stock trading is abusive to our apparently delicate economy. It's all too much, this economic idea of instant, invisible trade. I'm beginning to hate it all. Hang on a moment, 'cause I'm working towards something here.

  A woman in need of help came across my path. By desperate sharpie on gritty green poster board i knew she asked for help. I gave her a fiver. for yesterday nights grew cold. a midsummer frost. Her hands were cold - thawing chicken. She said any money could buy her a meal -food she said. That day. Tomorrow? Would i have a Fiver tomorrow? Will she?
  Money can't help. Only delay the inevitable. She needs a home, steady income, confidence, some place to warm frozen chicken flesh.
  Later, as i stared into a pizza. Cheese melted just right. laden with cut green peppers, spicy ham, tantalizing mushrooms and thick savory sauce. Steam, flavorful steam drifted from it - mouth watering. My stomach gnarled -growling- in my belly. I thought of her cold hands reaching - clutching- my fiver.
  $10.20 for a pie, .99¢ for a drink. A buck fifty in gas to avoid sleeting rain (same price as bus fare). Twenties and fifties lined my wallet with today's pay.

I Hate my Job

Of my newest line of employment the world should know. I think I posted a note about Ge-angelo's newest hireling (me). No? Nevertheless, I hate working there. I dislike it so much. I wonder: did i ever feel the same about Monica's during my first week of employment? I don't know. If so, how long until her faults and flaws and failing dissolve from frustration to fun? 

Perhaps, for Ge-angelo's, never. I don't like my boss. I've not truly met my co-workers. Ah, it is all coming back like a rancid beef burrito from the nite before. (it's up-chuck) These are the same ambiguous feeling i held about Monica's years ago. And there the similarities end.

A consultation: a full bottle of Landlubber Rum (thank you, IRS for not begrudging me the mere 2,000 some odd dollars i made in 2009 and returning me cash monies (buy US saving Bonds)). the weight of a full 750 ml feels good in my palm. And I reflect on the congruence between me and it. As it empties and I fill. And more and more does it reflect me and I it.

Slow it down some

Recently I've become engaged to a new financial source. I've attained a day job.
A night/weekend job, to be presice. As i were in Iowa City, this some-times-er comes is in Food. I love Food. So, I don't beleive it's a step back (not a step foward, though.) Ge-Angelo's is Ames' Answer to Monica's. While both are fine Italian Eateries it would be unfair to compare the two.

I'll make this post short because there are other things distacting me.

cya next time,
- Marcus

something old, something new

Hello, readers!

The elders of you might notice something new at the bottom of my posts these days. well, today, actually. Because, starting today, i've signed up for a program called Adsense. it essentially allows Google(tm) to use their data-mining software and post relevant ads on this space (where i've determined them they should go like). it's not as Orwellian as it sounds. the third party that Google sells my space to pays me for hits generated on my properties (tho, i'm prohibited from telling you, faithful readers, to explore these ads). However, i haven't a clue what the payments will look like. I suspect not terribly significant - not such that i could quit my job at any rate.

That said, i've been resistant to Adsense since i heard about it almost a hundred posts ago. I don't like the idea, even if the Ads are unobtrusive. But i need money. and i need to be able to make money from my writing. Through this very indirect method i can at least start. *hope, hope hope*

Ok, that's enough banter.

To the problem at hand. I've been doing terribly few fiction writings of late. I'd hoped that this space would be used for more...artistic feats. the catharsis that is personal writing is very nice. like masturbating slowly with cucumber-melon lotion (don't knock it until you've tried it). I'm not the only one! anyways, as nice as it is, it's not productive.

As such, instead of quaint details of my life, I'll be posting more news and reviews. (hey, that rhythms, awesome!) So tune in tonite (tomarrow)for my belated review of Stephen King's The Dark Tower.

read, writing and play
with love,
-Marcus Miranti

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