the second day of ci before the shows in durango

today i went to a soup kitchen called manna soup kitchen... it was very interesting, i met a bunch of cool people there and a couple of folks who have been wondering looking for jobs... i was telling them that carpet cleaning is in need and that we cant find people who want to work. their ears perked up and they asked if the company still needed people. i told them that is was the most demanding greuling work they will ever do and the starting was around minimum wage but they said that it beat driving around looking for work... natrually i called mom and gave the guys the shop number and they said that for employment they would be willing to drive to washington. and they only got more excited when i told them that it was from 8 in the mornig until 11 at night. i cant vouch for them but i know that anyone willing to uproot and move 20 hours away is willing to tug a hose up the side of a building. also i told them flat out that if they did poorly or slacked they most likley would get let go and they seemed to find that funny and said that if they found a job they would do all in their power to hold on to it. i thought this was a good thing and know that we need a few strong backs for the summer and that dedication can outweigh training if its strong enough... the means to live are as strong a motivator as they come... i just hope that even if those guys dont end up cleaning they end up working somewhere... but other then that we served at the kitchen and i got to serve pie... everybuddy loves pie... officially. and then we sat down and ate with the people who were there and it was shocking to me that many of them had full time jobs and had to choose between transportation to work and food on the table and their choice that day was an obvious one... we sat by mothers of many and people with degrees and the uneducated all at one table then we celebrated a mans birthday that had just been released from the hospital some months ago from what i assume was a biking accident, in which he tipped his bike doing about 75 to 60 and ended up in a little white bed surrounded by doctors. he was 49 today and we sang happy birthday to him in 5 languages... it was nice.