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It is a little disheartening to see spirit related writing surrounded by the classified spam flashing jpg litter that runs amok everywhere else in the virtual static disconnect, posing as intellectual banter and binary carpool chat. The message is more less this: Read these words of wisdom or get lured in by one of the side distractions and perhaps I'll get a few pennies if in fact these "revenue" sources are legit.
My head is full of redundant, apparition resurrecting chatter. The forms vary from passing clouds, potato chips, hungry ghosts in hippo mode. Been there, done that yet again and again. The breathing slows things down as I soul ride brain waves like I'm channel surfing through the 200 plus channels of not so "must see" TV reruns. The temp at which these moments pass sound like some bebop jazz or one of those 50s B movies with the public domain action swing tunes that keeps popping up in the film because budgets were limited and they couldn't waste the dough on stuff like an actual score.
Illusions of me, who I am where I should be, where I think I should be, where I think you think I should be have booby trapped the room. They have the paths rigged with real tense ankle height wires hoping to get me good, trip me up..or force me down in order to get me to reflect on all the above, all that was..or perhaps all that could be ahead. Let them be, let them be. Chess mind isn't very helpful.
So here I am looking for a few helpful lines, hints and I can't differentiate the words of "wisdom" from the travel agency who's offering Eddie Money's "Two Tickets to Paradise" all inclusive to some post card photo destination at bargain cheap rates.

OFFICE SPACE

special edition version 6.0 -- not available in stores.

The paper clip pushing begins with a punch in to the computer clock that could be manipulated to make you on time any day you were late or leave early if too many eyes were not minding your business for you. Me, I have this thing about paper clips and thumbtack rammers, I do not feel the need to make any effort to do any of that crap. I showed up, I am here, the work will be completed. Then everyone will be happy.

At least should be happy. NEVERTHELESS, SINCE our minds like to make our own drama, misery and latch into suffering when it has convenient no one was happy. Not much I could do. There is bad health coverage to complain about, television, the woman in the office that wears heavy perfume. Pick any topic off the top of your head. Complain, and then revisit it several times a day. Let your gaze skip past those happy puffy Bob Ross clouds that may be passing by and only focus on the black thunderous ones that may be (note may be.. and not in actuality) on the horizon.

I would make some suggestions and comparative examples that must have sounded like me singing the Bright Side of Life tune from Life of Brian. Some of the office workers seemed upset that I didn't consider the work stressful. I think I described it as a different kind of aggravation. It's not the same kind as dealing with the "troubled" teens who didn't know any better. Then when I was pressed to explain further how it was different. Especially when people who you would think do know better don't and well… in reality a floor not getting waxed means nothing when you compare it to cruising around a city and hitting all the public beaches in search of your client's mom and you hope to hell that she's sober when you meet up. The things we do with floor cleaning and stuff like that… not on the same level. Sorry.

IT WAS AT THIS POINT THAT THE TON OF BRINKS WENT UP, OVER AND DOWN LIKE THE HINDENBURG.

The next few days blur into some monotonous twist. I call my employer to ask for an end date to this program. I foolishly expect "professionals" to act accordingly and fill their end of the bargain. They do don't. Two days go by and then… hey your end date was last night. Didn't you get the message? Actually the message was received the third day in, something bigger told me this wasn't where I should be... though I was told to plant little dissident seeds in the minds who were suffering in this drought. I reminded the young uns they were still young and to take advantage and do what they feel they should be doing. Transplant to that "new city", get a job, live and experience the surroundings. If it does not work, it does not work. Check your coordinates and move again.

I took some positive things away from this part of the journey. Like the Buddha reminded me in Denver.. stay on path. I strayed a little in Providence and I gained some weight because of it [hah more mental then actual physical ; ) ] Python reminded me ... always look on the bright side of life. So here I am waiting to be reassigned, uncertain and yet certain. Everything is going to be alright .

I RESIGN!!

Okay here's a slightly enhanced version for my non myspace galaxy cruisers.
Usually I end my employment situations in a blaze of glory. so it brings me much dismay to announce that this has been two in a row where i leave a job on good terms. I shake hands and say bye. There's no four mile paper trail of shredded bits in my wake. So, for all those of you who were concerned about my mental well being, spiritual growth over the past few years i guess the above speaks volumes

For those of you on long island who were going through Model Citizen withdrawal..fret not. you'll be sick of me by New Years b/c the ol' MC will be relocating to the scenic plains of wonderful Patchogue, NY. NO... you pessimistic bastards...Melissa did not give me the boot. She's with me step by step (and no i'm not doing 12 steps.. walking meditation...but that will be a whole other bulletin) and in it for the long haul (geesh someone get this girl a shrink already --yuk, yuk, yuk)So mark your calanders. make sure you have your caller iD working 'cuz ol GG will be back on pat med stomping grounds. And I guess now you can screen your calls and make your miserable selves busy again.

THE REVIVAL ---weekend bicycle races through patchogue's historic waterfront are currently in the works. THE BIRDLAND RUN...is also being drawn up. A lovely ride through Patchogue's Montauk Hwy. to the part of Bellport that Isabella Rossellini does not reside in.. and ends at the destined for landmark status Spicy's Birdland. We'll then indulge in some wings or fish 'n chips. Since I'm not trying to be a complete exclusionist .. i'll let some of you smoke rock with the locals. Though, you will be completely responsible in transporting yourself back to Patchogue, and/or posting your own bail. Maybe even checking yourself into detox on Monday. That's up to you. (They're usually packed up on weekends) So start training and get your cardio up to snuff. We have extra bikes so you wont be able to have the ol' it got stolen from outside the bodega excuse.

cheers,
Groovy