DRINKING ALCOHOL TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY
THEN IT TOOK AWAY THE SKY
Showing posts with label Help Desk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Help Desk. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

What Does Beethoven Have To Do With It???

   

WHAT

DOES

BEETHOVEN

HAVE

TO DO

WITH IT?


Hey, it is International Convention Time!  Our plane takes off Tuesday at 6 AM. Maybe there will be enough of my group to have a meeting aboard?--grin!

Today Monday is a busy one. As a result, you will not have much to delete--you could even read it all in one sitting? LOL

Following conversation was with a stranger in Starbucks this morning. I had only asked him, 

"Are you OK?" Do you need help?"

Man: This morning:  "I am having "relationship" problems".

Me: "You DO realize this is not an uncommon issue for us Peeps".

Man: "Well, it is with my wife, we don't get along anymore".

Me:  (Shaking head, and secretly saying to myself--again??). "Oh, C'MON!  I can see you are in pain. But what could I ever do to help?"

Man:  "She told me she wants nothing, absolutely NOTHING to do with me for one full year".

Me: Thinking "Some Peeps I know would say God! Are you lucky, or what"? 


Me: Saying, "Let's sit down and talk this over"...


The story of "Man" rambled on, to where it became obvious he is just like so many of us, compulsive and obsessive. 


I can show him how to stay sober--if that is his desire. But I cannot solve his many other issues (nor can he!). If he will come to understand this, I do not know.

How frequently I wait until all else has failed. How often I save the "God-thing" until last. How many times have I leaned over to this God (riding in the back seat) Who is just waiting, waiting, for me to ask--however weakly--for His help. And I have said, sotto voce: "Please help me."  That is ALL which is needed. I sought only His will, and strength to carry it out.


I have to kneel. For one thing, kneeling, preferably on a floor, helps to straighten out my back. For another, so many Peeps have told me that when they kneel, "things" happen. 


"Things" are hardly ever what I had planned, expected, or wished for.  More than likely, IF I have simply Let-Go-And-Let-My-Higher-Power do it, "stuff" has shown itself to happen.  The road has become clear.  Once a fellow asked me, "How in hell do I remember to KNEEL?" An answer inspired itself right out of my head, as if a muse, had been nearby.

"Beethoven's huge Fifth Symphony begins with a stirring fortissimo four-note, like (..._) or "DA-DA-DA-DAAAAH!" To these notes long ago I set the words; "GET-ON-YOUR-KNEEEEEES". 


Since that symphony is one of those phrases to which I awaken each morning...well...it WORKS!  Peeps, it works.




I'll be at the AA International Convention, Wednesday through Monday. 120 nations will take part in the opening ceremonies--with FLAGS flying! Hey, there are only 132 nations in the UN!!!

Blogging from steveroni will be sporadic until next Tuesday. I just looked up "sporadic" to make sure, before saying, "There's not much change going on HERE then, right?  SPORADIC is my middle name!"  Dictionary reads:  Sporadic:  Occurring at irregular intervals; having no pattern or order in time.

That's me, THAT'SS MEEEE!
 

I truly love these short "meaningless" sessions with you Peeps. Hope you enjoy, also.

You SOBER Peeps...please stay sober with me!
ALL you Peeps, find a little PEACE with me!
And I love you all TOO!
The stars ARE in alignment!


--hey, you Gemini Peeps!  Hear that!

--steveroni

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

HELLLLP

 MAY 25, 1933




This morning, (well, midnight?) Tuesday May 25, I was greeted on line by a blog post dedicated to me--steveroni.

Without a doubt my BEST FRIEND in the Blog-hood, Sweeter Poet Dulce has bestowed a cyber birthday gift, a blog post dedicated to--yep...ME!.  I learned from Shakespeare that a gift is twice blest, in who GIVES, and who TAKES, and I accept with love this gift from "Canary-Girl" friend. 

I hope that one day she will visit this country, so that we can meet face-to-face. I know I would cry--with joy! Such a fine poet and guru of life and living. We are truly friends.

NOW...for my post, 
three scenarios in which the phone person 
is a surprise response to Dulce's blog post today

NUMBER ONE:

Ring!
"This is help Desk. How may I help you?"
"Oh my, yes, I need help so badly."
"OK, deposit $85 USD and then tell me, what is your problem."
"My problem is...that I do not have $85."
"Sorry. Help Desk is closed for the season."
beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.....

NUMBER TWO:

Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring /

"Yes, yes, what is it?"
"Is this Desk Help?"
"Sorry, this is Help Desk..."
"WTF!  I need HELP, not to deal with Samantics."
"Sir, you do need help. The word is SEMantics."
"No, I need help with my body."
"Please, SIR! We are not that kind of Desk Help--I mean Help Desk, Dammmit."
"You do not understand...it is my violin, the body is coming unglued."
"(Sigh!) Oh well, what is it's age?"
"Age...154 years, built in 1856."
"Hey, wait, that is before Lincoln was president, C'mon, YOU!"
"It was made in Paris, France. Georges Chanot is the Luthier."
"We do not even go NEAR French bodies. Sorry"
"You are NOT a real 'helping desk', are you?
"Simmer down Sir...try a teaspoonful of glue. And call me back. Ask for Dulce."
"OK"!

NUMBER THREE:
(Texted messages)

Ding--ding--di........"You have a TEXT message"

Texting:

Is this deskhelp in India?
Yes!
I have a big  problem.
What?
I tried a teaspoonful of glue as you said...
And?
My tongue is permanently fastened to my upper teeth. You did not tell me, "Do not use Super-Glue!"

beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.............