Something Jesus did...

Saturday 02 oct 2010

I have recently been scolded for giving too many discounts, making the discounts on checks myself, not keeping music playing, and not being on the sidewalk trying to get customers in every spare moment. I feel better. I don't like bad people liking me too much.

My friend who let's me stay in her parking spot today had it out with the husband owner. They have essentially fired her after treating her as badly as, maybe worse, than they treat everyone. She came in and confronted him, in french, for about 20 minutes. I enjoyed it, until I was asked if I thought a co-worker used cocaine at work. Yes, I answered honestly. And no, I don't know it for sure. Just like I don't know the maintenance guy is stealing them blind. But would I bet my last dollar on it? Yup.

The owners asked me again later, after my friend left, I didn't change my story, and the coworker tried to start a conversation about it later. I will tell him what I think to his face, but not at the end of eight long hours when he was 20 minutes late.

Sunday 03 oct

I got interrupted last night by Scott and a zombie flash mob on lincoln road. It seems a lot of people don't know what a flash mob is. It"s a gathering of people connected by the information telecommunication highway; cell phones, email, text, facebook, who spontaneously gather in random places. Last night they were all dressed as zombies and they met at 8:30 at 420 Lincoln road, Miami Beach, FL. There were about 200-300, and I don't know how they all got the message.

Scott had the good camera, but I got a couple shots. I need to start carrying my digital instamatic. After he processes his material, I will post a link.

I think the concept started in NYC. They would have spontaneous parties on a specific subwayline, departing from a specific location at a specific time. A friend says the zombie flash mobs originated in San Diego a few years ago.

So tonight, the restuarant had no waiters. The only stable waiter, the coke-guy, took the day off, and the three trainees who worked last night excused themselves from working. Of course they asked me to work, and I took pleasure in saying I could not, and in leaving as fast as I could.

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I just walked by the restuarant, and there is a friend of their's waiting tables, who has worked for them before. I think they got what they deserve tonight. They just fired a very good server solely because she is black (mixed race) and they treat their staff so badly that no one but the most desperate will stay.

I learned a little more about coke-guy. He is a squatter in an apartment in bankruptcy proceedings. Not a bad idea. Maybe he is just crazy, like me? We will see...

I resolved something over the last 24 hours. Both of my wives, my one significant other who I never married, and my mixed-race french friend have all been disappointed with me for not "sticking up" for them... lack of a better term. I can recount incidents with each where they expected me to be something contrary to my nature. How do I call her? MRFF? How about Marie? Marie was pissed, disappointed that I didn't tell the owner, Luke, that Simon, the coke-head sqiatter, was indeed a drug-freak. Everyone knows it.

Marie wouldn't see me for almost a day, even though she let me stay and make coffee this morning. Today, when I let the restuarant be short-staffed; let Luke panic a little, she forgave me. We actually forgave each other by text last night, but today, after work, we were ourselves together again. Friends. I couldn't follow the 20 minutes of French, quickly spoken at times, well enough to introject my "wisdom", but I showed my colors today by leaving Luke and his wife, let's call her Simone, because she's freaking nuts, to sleep in the bed that they have made.

I am having friendship incidents with my two other significant friends here in Sofi Sobe today as well. Today seems to be about boundaries. We all live our own lives. We each have our own pain that we have to experience (I believe, because we agreed to it before birth). But we also have eachother that we can share with, and thereby reduce our suffering. Remember that pain is mandatory, but suffering is optional.

I'm going to go out on a limb here, and humbly translate something Jesus did. This was a man who found God. He became a conduit on earth for the divine movement. Buddha did something similar. But there's a difference. Jesus suffered. He suffered a lot. Buddha experienced. Read Herman Hesse's Siddartha. Both of them tell us that if we let go and let god, every little thing gonna be alright. I can't live my friends' pain for them... I have my own. We each have to come to terms with our own lives.

BUT, we have each other to love and make this life a little easier. You make my life easier by reading these rambling thoughts. Love the one you're with!