The last call for alcohol

Apparently in Iowa, you can get fired for absolutely anything. For any reason. OR, I assume, for no reason.

Fridley Theatres encourages questions and comments from the general public. Apparently, once you become an employee for Fridley Theatres, you are no longer general public and they withdraw their invitation to comment. Apparently, this falls under the 'absolutely anything' category from before.

Is my job at stake?

Sloan* and I have thought about quitting for... a very long time. But where could we work in town that was as slack and had as easy benefits? It's a horrible job for many reasons, but I think the worst part is that it spoiled us and kept us in this frame of mind that tells us, "Every job you have from here out should be this easy. Work lightly for about forty minutes, clean and sit around until the next shows start.

My friend had a brief discussion with his mother-his MOTHER-today. Said mother asked, without provocation, if this "Philip" kid (who is I!) was a cocky kid or what. Gerald* (friend) thought this to be surreal. When he related this to me, I felt a frozen faced confusion and utter, "Why does your mom think I'm cocky?!"

Okay, it bothered me a bit more than it should have. I don't think I'm cocky. And she admitted that she didn't know, but somehow I exuded such an attitude to her or to someone she knows or to someone that speaks in her range. I know, at best, of this woman. I know Gerald* and Gerald's* sister Annabelle* and Gerald's sister's husband Frank* better... and they love me!

This is a good time. The smell of coffee is in the air, another journey (Yes! Another one!) awaits me and the White Album is playing. I have two beautiful friends with me. I have, tomorrow, the open road and an excited girl running to an excited family and I just have to feed from their energy and be conscious of life.
I realized that I've been doing a horrible job of this lately. It's been a mindless droning about, an almost comatose state where I would be without my being aware. It's not how I want to live.

*guises