New Job

I Mickey was a rotund woman who worked in the office. She wore very plain and old lookng clothes. She was annoyed by everything. There was always this look on her face. Her in her comfortable shoes. It was Mickey that I needed to talk to when I couldn't find my time card in the rack. "Mr. Gabler has fired you." Stone faced, in those shoes. Stuffed into that horrible blue polyester pant suit looking like a sausage casing ready to burst. Not much more to talk about. They did owe me some money. I went  home and told my Mom and Dad. My Dad wanted to go and beat Mr. Gabler senseless. He didn't. My Mom told me to get a newspaper and look for a new job. As I looked, I found the perfect job to offset my embryonic bodybuilding career: Cab drivers wanted call Mr. Roberts 313-547-8219 The gears began to turn in my head. This was it. To be the size of bodybuilder I wanted to be(BIG), I needed to to eat a whole lot of high protien food. Many times a day. It said in my Bible, (The Education Of A Bodybuilder by Arnold Schwarzenegger and Douglas Kent Hall) That I should be eating six smaller high protien meals a day instead of the three meals that normal people eat each day. The plan was this: get the cab driver job, drive twelve hour shifts five to seven days a week, meet all kinds of interesting people on their way to and from the airport and other places around town. I would always keep the passenger seat(and floor if necessary) stocked with peanut butter, several loaves of Ezekiel 4:9 Sprouted Whole Grain Bread, a gallon of Twin Pines whole milk and dozen or so hard boiled eggs. I could take the passengers wherever they wanted to go, and eat. All the time. I would bulk up rapidly as I would be following a strict training program while I was not driving. It would only be a matter of time before I would have to move to Southern California to train under the watchful eye of the great Joe Weider. He would get me ready for the important titles I was going to win. I finally had to put the newspaper down and sit back and just imagine the whole thing unfolding so nicely. I went downstairs to tell my Mom and Dad about the plan. They were very skeptical and when I tried to convince them how great it was going to be, my Dad shut me down when he said, "as long as you live in this house, you can't be a cab driver." My dream job would never happen. Later that week, my friend, Craig told me he could get me a job as a G.U. at Machus Sly Fox. The Sly Fox was an expensive restaurant in Birmingham. G.U. stands for general utility. Dish washer. But boy did they ever have the food! Prime rib,crab legs, lobster tail, baked potatoes,endless supply of whole milk and hard boiled eggs(for salads),Ray's ice cream, chocolate mousse, the list went on and on. And so my journey began.