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My story (Part 2)

	We came home the next day after seeing General Grants post cival
war home that the city of Galena bought him. What a man. The picture of
determination. A man of sorrows.
	We made it all the way through a year together, trying our best
to avoid being a stereotypical newlyweds, some effort to stay as cool as
we were singles and still be knocked out with each other.
	Then I started noticing she was clamming up, not talking. Made me
agitated. Started pouring myself into work, wasn't getting anywhere
trying to pull information out of her. She let things slide all the while
pouring on fresh new offenses.
	Work stress bulit up. Guys at my secong job were alwordly and
promiscuous. They noticed how good looking my wife was. I could see the
gears turning in their heads.
	I didn't want my wife showing up at work with those guys there,
but I didn't have a choice. I had lost my license for speeding and it was
suspened for three months. She had to wait for me after work to finish my
shift at 9:00PM. I worked at a furniture store. It was winter, it was
cold and dark out in the parking lot. She knew not to come in, she was as
uncomfortable with the guys as I was, and she knew not to waste gas and
let the car run for two hours. When it got real bad cold, she would just
come inside and pretend to shop in the showroom.
	Getting up together at 8:00 am and getting home at 10:00 pm, not
being able to drive got to be a real drag. We didn't have any time
together, I couldn't switch gears when i was home anyway, like I said
before. Most nights watching Conan O'brian then lights out.
	 We also lived in a one bedroom apt. Everything we both owned was
in that apt.  3 Hammond organs, a Fender Rhodes, Stereo, ...we only had a
path from the door to the bedroom. We were trying to save a couch I had
used for a bed before we were married, it was standing vertically in our
8' x 6' kitchen. (Opening the fridge was a trick). 
	It was drafty, and it cost so much to heat the place
electrically, we only heated the bedroom. We would talk to each other
while she washed dishes, and I'd work at the computer, home work. We
could see our breathe...
	She made me lunch every day, and made supper at night. She was a
trooper. It was hard to show her the attention she deserved, when things
were heating up at work. 
	But I was going to work hard!, make a lot of money fast and make
a better life for us...
	I put in my two weeks at work. 8 months of excellent service,
except for being habitualy late for the past month. My boss was turning
the screws because of a small issue. I wanted to be on time, I was just
wasted tired every morning! I couldn't take his needling, and
unreasonableness.
	The last day of my 2 week notice, I laid a turd in the bathroom
sink. I was getting the last word. Getting shafted at job # 25 since high
school. Someone was going to have to deal with that turd, and it wouldn't
be me.
	Around November we were told of a house that was up for rent out
in the country. A little colonial farmhouse. No neighbors. A white picket
fence. A big yard. No neighbors. For miles. Just us, the sunset, sunrise
and the stars. A big porch for visiting on, sipping lemonade after mowing
the lawn. A dream come true.
	We moved in the dead of December cold. 40 degree wind chills, 40
mile an hour winds, moving hammond organs in the snow at 11:00pm at night
with whatever friends we could get, who didn't want to be moving Hammond
organs at night in frozen tundra like conditions.
	(Did I mention our apt. was second story, with a stairway twice
as wide as a fire escape and rickety at that?)
	I managed to convince my boss at the furniture store, my only
remaining job, to loan me one of the delivery vans. Three loads on three
different nights during december, always on the coldest nights, never a
mild one, we got moved. But not without getting the van stuck in a 5 foot
snowdrift across the mouth of our driveway on our last haul.
	I gave it hell and buried her good. Everyone saw a very vile side
of me that night, swore enough to make a sailor blush...  It's a hard
knock life.
	I had a guy throw away some personal property of mine at work,
told some of my best friends there he was out to get me fired. I knew
from a past incident he didn't want me there.
	To make a long story shorter, he threw the stuff away with full
knowledge of management and they didn't do a thing about it. I confronted
him civilized like, and asked him why he did it. He said "I was storing
too much stuff there, had to get rid of it, then told me he didn't give a
f*%@.  This guy hadn't worked there more than a few months and had no
position.
	I let the dam break, and I presented him with my best goat. I
punched him in the face until he yelled for someone to "get this guy off
of me!!", after which he immediately confessed to his true motives for
destroying my stuff. "I want you gone." he said.
	Within minutes I was off the premises. I walked to the mall and
used a dressing room phone to call my wife.
	It was over. I was unemployed.
	
(continued)

- WS

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