Good Days

Got my Martin back: WOW!! It's like a new guitar! Fry's done an amazing job on it, lowering the action, cleaning up my frets, and setting up the intonation! Oh... he sounds soo good... For me, my Martin defines what an acoustic should sound like. I couldn't be happier, and that GAS for another guitar has been satisfyingly quenched.

Man, rough but rewarding day today. It started off horribly! As I was late AND I had forgotten my name tag. The floor manager gave me a little bit of lip, but it was fair and not overbearing. But thank God for good hearted buds. Feeling completely naked without my tag, I took refuge in the acoustic room, where one of my colleagues asked how I was doing.

Well, I explained my situation and widens his eyes: "Oh s**t! That's not good! Has Larry (THE Manager) seen you? That's one of his biggest pet peeves." Crap! I thought. Way to get fired! "No worries, I think one of us has a spare hanging around, hide here for a while." He runs off and the next ten minutes I sat around wondering where the heck he was, and what was taking him so long. Maybe he got caught in the act? Crap! Maybe he got caught trying to steal someone's tag from their locker! Crap! What if he got fired? So, as I tried to make myself useful and tuned up random guitars, I thought of how I should confess to Larry my mistake and request his redemption in exchange for my release from employment.

Door opens, and I turn my head… Just another customer. Door opens again, gah! More customers. Where the heck are these guys coming from? At long last, he enters the room with a look of accomplishment smacked on his face, and hands me a roughly made tag. At close inspection, you can tell it’s an amateur job, and plus, they spelled my name wrong, but WHO THE CRAP CARES! Dang! I was so thankful and relieved! I felt like Peter being reinstated by Jesus. Ah man, apparently, a number of people pulled together to make this tag behind the managers back… and… I don’t know what to say? I really feel blessed to have so many people backing me up.

That wasn’t the end of my adventures today however. Later in the afternoon, I was crouching cleaning up a mess of cables, when this voice says: “Got anything good here?” “Well, that depends on what you consider goo-“ I respond, looking up. And I see this girthy white man in a black leather jacket, a white hat, and big grin on his face. I then notice a woman standing on my other side holding a baby, and hit’s me. Hey! This woman is Shayne’s wife! That means… Shayne should be here! And with all credit to my high performance frontal lobes, I hit another brilliant ureka moment! I look back at the man and low and behold! It’s Shayne!! My first guitar teacher, mentor, friend and honestly, the reason why I haven’t given up on guitar! In fact, second to God, you could say Shayne was the reason why I was working in L&M in the first place. I had lost touch with him the last year or so… It was great to see him again :)

Good days...