The World Behind the Screen

Joe and I were glad to get Wicked tickets and enjoyed the play until some poor old woman that was sitting in the balcony dropped dead. We ended up taking home her friend who was my second grade teacher, Mrs. Murphy. I called her the next day and my worst fears were confirmed - her friend was dead. Mrs. Murphy lives right down the street from me and taught me in the second grade. She was always a nice teacher. I found out that she suffers from glaucoma and cannot see too well. She also wears a hearing aid. I went over to her house for coffee the day after the play. Mrs. Murphy was pretty upset. Her friend used to drive her all over the place as Mrs. Murphy didn’t have a car or a driver’s license any more. I asked her if I could get her anything from the store and she asked me if I could get her a bottle of scotch. I thought this was odd, but, in light of what she had gone through, I figured that she needed it. I went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of scotch. While I was there, I saw my neighbor, Paul, who was drunk and buying some beer. I ended up driving him home because he had walked as he has a DUI and cannot drive. I gave Mrs. Murphy her bottle of scotch and went home. The funeral for her friend is on Thursday.

I think I like this job because it fits me right now. Since I am a college student and have weird hours when I can work, the timing of this job is just right for me. I don’t find it boring at all either. My boss says she can’t keep anyone because they all think this is a boring job. No one wants to sit and answer the phones and set up appointments in her appointment book. But I have gotten pretty good at making appointments that work for her, and she is very happy about that. She does generate a lot of work though. I am glad she has someone else besides me. I can barely do the data backup offsite as she requests once a week. I can do it though, but not if I had to do what her secretary does. She is very competent in my opinion and I learn a lot from just paying attention to what she does. I am here for about two years now. I think it is a very interesting job. It could be because it is my first job outside of work my own little T-shirt business at my home.

We actually had media crews show up here in Greenburg Chapter 13 filing and a popular person will do that. How the media got hold of the information I’m not sure. I know it is public knowledge, so anybody hanging around the courthouse can get that sort of information pretty easily, especially if they have a clerk who they might be popping for perks. So I wake up, plug in the coffee pot, and there’s a woman’s face staring in through my window at me. I recognized her right away as the local TV anchor lady. I must have made a strange face, because she ducked out of site, and in a moment the phone rang. It was her on the line. She wanted to know if I wanted to talk and explain my filing. I said that I didn’t. She said that I would be on the TV news that evening, and that my story could get picked up by the network and then go to cable and finally be all over the internet. And why would I want to do that, I asked? Her reply was that I would be famous. I already was famous, and I didn’t want more fame. She was silent, then asked how I could not want more fame. She said that she was always looking to get more famous herself.

I want to be a rock star. That’s right, a rock star. All my life I dreamed of being up on stage with the lights shining down on me dancing the night away singing a song that I wrote that everyone knows. I would dream of having an entire band behind me while I sang a sad love song that people lit their lighters and swayed to. I tried to make it happen, I really did. I even got close once. I had the manager and the record deal, but the problem was with the branding of my persona. No one quite got me the way I wanted them to. I was way to stubborn to settle for any less than I felt I deserved. I played at a few venues in New York and Chicago but they didn’t lead very far, I had a few interested prospects but no one followed through once they realized that I wasn’t willing to budge. Now I fear that I am too old for the Hollywood gig. I still play here and there at venues across the country but it will never be like my dream until I get a record deal and a two hundred million fans.

I wish I could say tracking down a Pittsburgh bankruptcy attorney was my only concern right now, but it’s not. I have so many problems I’m dealing with right now that I don’t even know where to start! Things started to go downhill after you-know-who broke up with me. That’s precisely when I stopped caring about everything. I let myself be sad about it for a long time. I’m still really sad about it. I always pictured that he would be there for me for the long haul. I really saw my future with him. I know it completely shocked all of my friends. They always said we were the perfect couple. They saw how we were together and they would say that our relationship gave them hope for romance. I think some of my friends were actually more traumatized about the breakup than I was, believe it or not! I’m gradually starting to heal. Seeing this Pittsburgh bankruptcy attorney was the first major step I made toward trying to improve things. I’m starting to get used to doing more things alone. I just looked around and realized how out of hand I let everything get. I knew I needed to snap out of it!

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