The Once in Awhile K: How Many Millions Will Finally Make a Millionaire Happy?

As I sing along on, “You’ve got a friend,” with Carole King, the dogs gather at my finger tips for some loving. Then I move into my best Kung Fu position, and Dylan starts to bark. Morisson, and I, just went to The Grocery Store. I left Morrison, at the dog area, while I was gone, and he got into it with a white poodle, and a brown pug. Morisson usually gets along with all dogs. I wonder what was wrong with the poodle, and the pug? The rucus had to be their fault. I am not into arguing Democrat versus Republican. I want an America where all have equal right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. If you have been reading my poetry on here, you know that these are values that I treasure, things that I push in my writing. I want a strong America, a happy America, a free America.  Are you with me? (Or are you just looking for an argument?) I have Republican “friends” on Facebook, who want to pounce on me, and beat me up. I’m not into it. I have been guilty of Republican bashing, myself, but I really want to get beyond all that to some area of productivity. This country needs folks to work together: all folks. “U.S Constitution Amendment I: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.” “The Bill of Rights is the collective name for the first ten amendments to the United States Constitution, which limit the power of the U.S. federal government. These limitations serve to protect the natural rights of liberty and property including freedoms of religion, a free press, free assembly, and free association, as well as the right to keep and bear arms.” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Bill_of_Rights My job is to find funds on the phone for The Democratic Party of Georgia, and the pressure is on. The man who, I assume, is my boss’s boss called me into his office, last evening, and said that I had to, “Get my numbers up.” Then I went out and had my second night in a row of posting no numbers to the board.  Very few people are answering the phone, and most of those who do, and talk to me, tell me that they don’t have a job, and or are living month to month on a social security check. There is word that I, and my co-workers in the can you make a contribution by phone department, may not have a job after next Wednesday, when The Party moves to a new office. The rumor is that they may not take us with them. This would be the second job that tanked under me abruptly, recently, unexpectedly ending when I thought that the employment outlook was, if not infinite, then at least stable for awhile. My Higher Power is in control, and I have started searching Craig’s List looking for some sort of Telephone Sales Job that I can do from home; there is one out there; I just have to find it. 
My new air conditioner is kicking ass. Instead of sweating in this abode, suffering from the heat, the dogs, cats, turtles, and I, are now living in the cold! I, again, thank my Landlady for delivering this wonderful gift to our door, and having it put in our window. I slept late today, until 9:30 am. I wonder what’s up with that? The bit of stress about the job might have contributed to it, and the fact that I was way sore from my Yoga Class when I went to bed, last night, could have been part of it.  Kathleen lead us through a beautiful, and challenging, class. I made the mistake of telling her that I had been having a bit of lower back pain, and she took me out of the class, and put me against the wall, where I had to do the poses using the ropes. I don’t think that my back pain was extreme enough to merit the special attention; I missed not doing the regular asanas. I have to think that Kathleen, who owns the studio, and is its Senior Instructor, knows more about all this than I do, though. I have had faith in her so far, and I am not going to stop now. Today is a beautiful new day, and I am very thankful to be alive, and breathing the air. I start work, today, at 3pm, and I have until 8 to sell, sell, sell, or to solicit contributions, rather.  Wish me well. I’m doing something that I thought that I would never do again: I’m listening to The Eagles. This band pissed me off when they were the first rockers to offer their fans tickets for five hundred bucks. You got to be a millionaire to get a good seat at an Eagles concert. I grew up on The Eagles, or at least I listened to them endlessly during my senior year of high school, and my freshman year of college. I loved The Eagles, and I loved their songs, and the mother fuckers let me down. They sold out. What the fuck am I doing listening to them now? As I said, The Democratic Party of Georgia is moving offices, and it is strongly possible that they are not taking me with them. I was hired two weeks ago to work the phones in their old office, seeking people to contribute to The Party via credit card. I like the job. I believe in the cause. It would seem that the phone room does not make enough money to merit space in the new space. And, also as I said, this is the second phone man job that has tanked underneath me, shortly after I started it.  Bummer, but what can a poor boy do but walk on water to the next gig? Sarah McCurdy: Hello Mr. Mikel K, I just want to tell you that I enjoy reading your blogs, short poems and stories. They are Awesome! where can I get more of your work? Thank you, Sarah, you are a light along the long dark tunnel that leads to nowhere for sure! When I worked at Border’s(as a Barista in the coffee shop), they used to have a saying for the chinzy ten minute break that they gave you: taking that break was called, “Taking a ten.” Looks like Border’s is taking a ten itself, for good. I worked with a lot of really great people at that bookstore on Ponce. You could tell, though, that the folk above us running the show wasn’t all that great. It doesn’t get much better than flipping crackers covered in peanut butter to the dogs; they are in heaven for receiving such, and I feel heavenly for bestowing them upon them. I was talking with somone about heroes. Our heroes age, and then they die, just like we do. I would rather have been stuck on a desert isle with Mary Ann, than Ginger, also, my friend. I am amazed at how young my legs feel today. On my walk with the dogs, I felt as if I was floating on air, as if new legs had been bestowed upon me; that is that power of Iyengar standing position asanas. I gots to do that Yoga before I walk the dogs: think Katrina and The Waves. At work we have to hit 9 to get an outside line. I do that for five hours a day five days a week. At home, I just called my son. I hit 9. I don’t need to do that at home. Brain fart. Funny the things that you take home with you from work. Up at 10:11 am. The first cup of coffee has already been guzzled. The dogs, cats, and turtles have been fed. It is a glorious day to be alive. I’m starting this day by listening to Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers Concert at the Houston Music Hall (Houston, TX) Dec 6, 1979. (“She don’t like working. She says she hates her boss.) There is, now, no mail in my spam folder. Sittnig at my computer is the highlight of my Friday night. My, how my times have changed. For some of us, moderation is just an observation. Are you “partying,” or do you have a drug, and or drinking problem? Our office closed, finally, today. I was unsure as to whether I would have a job in the new office. Rumors of a three-piece suit dress code abounded. My boss called me into his office. I shut the door behind us. He looked me in the eye, and said, “Be at the new place at 4. We’re done here for today.” What a great feeling of euphoria I had, as I left the building: I had gotten off early, and I had five days off until we start at the new place. God Bless America!!!! I found, and went to a chiropractor, hours ago, near where I live. My lower back has been stabbing me with pain that is threatening to erupt into much worse pain. I’ve always approached letting anyone get near my spine with great trepidation. In 54 years, many of them spent suffering great back pain, I have only associated with two chiropractors, the first of whom I studied for almost two years before I trusted him with my back. Having trusted him, Dr. Keith Ackerman, it is easier to trust Dr. Patrick Greco, the chiropractor who I started with today. I just ate a veggie burger topped with these peppers that come out a jar. It was good. The US Postal Service is running ads on CNN telling us how great they are. I wish they would use the money that they are spending on the ads to speed up things at the post office when we are trying to buy stamps. I’m making falafel. Is falafel edible with pinto beans? I decided against going to The Further Fest because Friday and Saturday nights were full, and I just wanted to take it easy to end The Weekend. Tomorrow is my first day at our new office, yahoo! The dogs, and I just took a fairly brisk 20 minute walk.Somehow, I lost four pounds this past week. “They” passed a debt bill, twelve hours before, as Jim Morrisson might say, “the whole shithouse went up in flames.” Do you feel that the legislative process has worked as it should, or do you feel raped by a bunch of morons looking out only for themselves, and the special interests who contribute to their well being?