harmony wrote:Nightlion wrote:
Keepin' it real.
If we're keepin' it real, then please produce the plates. And while you're at it, find the lost revelation. Because right now, the only reality you're keeping is your own.
Are you asking me to do these things or merely scolding me?
Here's a story interesting enough to ME anyways:
There is a friend at my work who knows about The Apocalrock. He has seen the video City Weekly did last year and he is "Mr Tattoo", who is trying to get back into his Strong Man Competition shape before the end of Summer. So we are lugging forty pounders all day sorting trays of mail into some eighty different hold outs. They are coming at us on a machine fed by two or three other people. Supervisor comes over and tells me to go to a different operation and I go. I'm the only one over sixty years old and she's new.
Mr Tat is watching me leave thinking WHAT? He has seniority over me. But there are four people senior to him as well who should have gone first. Every time we pass he is giving me the business. All good workroom banter. Seems he was campaigning for any of those with higher seniority to go and take my place, and yet, not of them would. AH! this infuriated him. or so I thought.
Come the end of the shift with everyone at the time clock. Mr T walks by and calls me out by name loudly calling me a douche bag, and mocks me being a wiener afraid of the heavy lifting and poohey on me. That was shocking. I did not know what to say to that. I am not going to return that level of railing against me.
But that was not the end of it. Oh no! He comes back and the supervisor is up above us on a parcel sorting machine console platform directing our attention to some flats boxes that you see for collecting mail about 12X12X20 and these are purposely posed on top of sensor arms where they got no business being. Loudly again my good buddy says " Hey, James, what do you see in those boxes up there, do you have any visions for us in them?"
What a saint I am. Thinking probably only he and I know what the heck he is talking about I just make a joke about them falling on his head. "He just threatened me" he shrieks.
I ignore and go home. He could not say more if I would not feed into it.
A couple of days go by and I am waiting to see a crack in the ice. I make the first move and he starts up being friendly again. The Post Office has Zero Tolerance for harassment. I got him and a supervisor both mocking my religion openly, loudly and deliberately shaming me in front of everyone. And by the way nobody else was laughing at me or even pretending to notice because Mr T is infamous for his bellicose loud laughter and singing and jocularity, the charming fella that he is.
Finally I confront him on what the heck was he thinking. I said nobody else even knew what was up with that. He said no way, everyone has seen my video, the supervisor and these guys and those guys too. I was pleasantly surprised as I only was aware of a couple of people that I told. And I have only mentioned details of The Apocalrock to less than ten or twelve people at work. It took a couple of years before a good friend admitted seeing what I pointed out. Oh man.
My bawdy friend changes the subject about him growing up and being bullied by a couple of Mormons whom he scares the crap out of when he sees them now that he is his great big grown up self. Jokingly, I suggest that he and me, in the park, while holding up my balled up fists.
He starts bawling, almost, asking me to pray for his wife. Huh? Seems he was actually grieved that after my hearing about her I did not offer to pray for her. This is the girl he has been in love with since he was ten. His soul mate whom he wants to grow old with and she has serious health problems. So, see, I am a douche bag. I confirm with him that he needs to formally ask me to do that. ARE YOU ASKING ME? Yes, yes, please help my wife and pray for her. I always thought this guy had some faith. This was a wonderful turn of events. This is like the first bit of respect ever turned my way. Other than my wife asking me to bless here and the kids there has been nothing like this yet. Neet!
Well, still teasing him, I say that I believe in doing good to those who persecute me and say all manner of evil against me, affirm myself a Christian that further that I will do good to those who hate me and revile me.......lol. So he asked me a couple of more time to pray for his wife and, man, I was taken aback. He reminded me a couple of hours later and I told him that I had already begun praying for her as I pray continually. It has been my forty year habit to think upon the Lord continuously, all the day, and what ever I think of is as a prayer. And I know that the Lord heard me in this matter while I was still there at work. (You can tell)
I am not a AAA rated prophet who would know already the outcome. My friend was off the next day and I have been off the next two. Got my toes and fingers crossed for a miraculous ending to this story, not that I need the validation, mind you. But it would be cool. For her sake, right? And to help my friend, not for me......?........still a DB!
So, I'm wonderin' if you or anyone else is asking me for what you scold me about here publicly, hmm, harms, hmm?
Like it, Night.