Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: December 2009

  • 20091228-Slow Day

    The day has been rainy after walking around my 30 minutes of lunch from 12:00pm to 12:30pm.

    All I did was try to clean up Ian’s cubicle. I know I shouldn’t touch his stuff but there were old Chinese food containers, plastic spoons and forks, rotten napkins and other plastic bags that could be in the landfill or recycling station by now, if it weren’t for me. The old fart of a supervisor actually touched the trash I put in, not admitting that I did it but someone else. Brouhaha. Filthy people!

    I didn’t want to call out because the people we were trying to contact are on their holiday vacations, too. But I answered the old fart normally and claimed that I did what I could with, say, no more than a one dozen of short payments, and made notations to cover my ass. Besides, it’s only for two weeks. Two other collectors were doing an excellent job anyways.

    Later and en route homebound, the rains fells. White clouds see to wrap around Mt. Hamilton in it’s `left arm` in a counter-clockwise direction. It was an interesting sight, almost like fur.

  • 20091228-More Spooks

    Well, the woman who is cross-training me to do someone else’s work while he is away on vacation is quite good and patient. Of course, she is also a micro-manager. What is really a VERY simple task is made incredibly SLOW.

    For one, it’s the system. Scanning the checks ONE by ONE or a few a time is like being my own lockbox processor, only I’m not working in the bank. Second, the accounting systems is not keyboard friendly. It’s safer using the mouse by pointing and clicking, which tires out the dominant hand.

    Third, what two other collectors are doing, I’m trying to cover, too. It’s redundant. It’s wasting my time but earning me an hourly wage that will hopefully pay down some upcoming car repair. If it weren’t for the Mercedes E430, I wouldn’t have made the trip up to Union City, CA.

    Plus, the old fart kept coughing in my airspace and into her sleeve as per Obama and his health czar. If I were Barry and pals, I’d come on over to this place. My work station is full of filth! Dust is everywhere!

    She kept saying: `I hope you don’t catch my cold`. Yeah, right. It’s probably SARS where you come from. Bam! I had DC’s zapper buzzing in my pocket the whole time. Maybe she can’t take my smell, too. Brouhaha!

  • 20091228-Temp Waah

    Cloudy, cool day. Clocking via Kronos & faxing timesheet. May work O/T for car repair. Software sensitive makes work slow. Wearing same black slacks. 30mn lunch

  • 20091227-What Now?

    Okay, freaks! WTF is going on? While waiting two friggin’ hours for Maw to get her perm and hair color and Paw to get his first trim from Kim of High Life Beauty Salon, I wasted my time seeing lots of clues on cable programming via CNN. Of course whatever I happen to notice is just more speculation on my part.

    The first bout of attack, much like VERY painful gout or Charlie horses was an incident on Northwest Flight 253. Now I see that three digit number appears small. Bigger is better, right?

    The terrorist was supposed to be a Nigerian elite by the name of `Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, 23, an Islamic devotee once dubbed “the Pope […]` Does this mean this fool is to be revered like some papal head of Muslims?

    The failed bomb was supposed to made out of a high explosive, PETN. My mind was playing games and I thought I saw Pete or Peter. Then again I pictured a painful angina of the heart being controlled with glycerin tablets.

    The map via CNN shows arrows of this flight to and from Nigeria, Amsterdam and Detroit. Now Nigeria is the second largest oil producing African country. Amsterdam has the The Hague, the [politica] home to over 150 international organization. Detroit is in Illinois, where the corrupt mobsters reside.

    I imagined more lock downs at the airport. And sure enough Obama will further investigate how it could not put someone, who is cataloged by the FBI and CIA, on a `no-fly` list. I suppose this holiday scare is really a holiday scam, one meant to promote the war on terror AGAIN and prolong the return of our troops from Afghanistan.

    Sheesh.

  • 20091227-Some Blessings

    Besides the rain for the plants and fluffy clouds of white every other day, we have received the following blessings:

    • slow recovery of good health and the return of Maw from the hospital;
    • common sense, faster activities, acknowledgment of failures, hugs of promises to cooperate better with each other; effort to overcome OCD and ADD to Paw;
    • unity of family with the twosome via Chinese food, Planet Earth CD, VERY thoughtful cards, bouquet of flowers, a bag of fresh baked breads with whole garlic, bags of tangerines, three mangoes;
    • 50 pound bag of Jasmine rice from Ben and “Minh” tonight;
    • `puto-boong-boong` from Fe last Thursday;
    • Andrea Bocelli CD from Edna last week;
    • friggin’ two-week temp assignment from hell up in Union City, CA;
    • a dolphin ball from a special friend and waves of love thereafter and
    • some Christmas gifts from my family to help pay down the bankster’s friggin’ CC debt (legal restitution still pending) unto moi.

  • 20091227-By Design

    While lurking online and reading articles from the RSS feed burners, I came across something profound:

    `Men aren’t designed to fight women`.

    Women are meant to:

    • cook healthy, organic and hearty meals;
    • clean up the mess leftover by kids and men;
    • clothe the family by shopping for bargains yet stylish wardrobes; and
    • counsel during times of distress.

    Men are meant:

    • stop fights between women;
    • hunt for food, which is currently find a job and stay on the payroll;
    • keep order among fighting children; and
    • make peace during times of distress.

    How hard is that?

  • 20091226-Weathery Ways

    That day was mostly cloudy and cold. As we made our way to the DeCA grocery (or commissary) store in Moffett Field, CA, I thought:

    `Why make clouds when there is no rain? Don’t be cloudy, if there is no rain!`

    After reading one of four of my favorite books by a former New Ager (of all sorts), I recall the story about how one could make rain – just from thinking about making rain. And so it was that around 15:00pm and after rolling the cart downward to the ramp below, the rains started to fall, lightly at first and then more so after I closed the door to drive off in the Mazda Protogé.

    It rained from gray clouds above. It covered as far as the eyes can see. We were slightly wet but thank goodness Maw and I wore knitted scarves and hat, except Paw, who never like wearing anything on or around his head.

  • 20091227-Weathery Ways

    Today’s sunny with lots of fluffy, puffy clouds of white against some clear blue skies and chemtrails, too! Now the skies appear white-washed but the afternoon sun shines from above and behind some westward fluffy, puffy ones, casting golden outline and whiteness above the perimeter of a light grayish color towards the middle. It’s getting warm upstairs.

  • 20091226-Charlie Bites

    Charlie bites again earlier this afternoon:- This time it’s at the crook of my ankle. This happened after I awoke after eating lunch.

    Pimon went missing and I went up to check on his whereabouts. Then I had to stop on one of the steps to hold the spasms and then again upstairs while hollering for the dying bird.

    He was flying around from one room to another. I grabbed him from on top of my jewelry box (a musical kind that Paw purchased from Okinawa, Japan).

    Pimon made yelping sounds as I cupped him in my hands. He perched on one of my fingers while inside but he continued to yelp and attempted to fly off. He felt VERY thin.

    Now, I’m feeling slight spasms on my left toes. The original Charlie horse is beginning to act up. I feel more spasms working itself on my finger tips and then my calves, too. Maybe I”m dying from lack of sufficient medical attention due to being without health insurance and a friggin’ job: I hate you, Pete!

  • 20091226-Crying Maw

    `My family that abandoned me came together this Christmas. This is the best gift I could ever ask for`.

    ~Maw (12/26/2009, tearful during prayer around 23:45pm and in pain on the right shoulder that night)

    `We are the most misunderstood family.`

    ~Maw (12/26/2009 to her visiting maternal relatives: two nieces and two nephews)

    `I don’t know why they hate us. I don’t know why Analyne and Angielyne don’t visit us.`

    ~Maw (12/26/2009 to her visiting maternal relatives: two nieces and two nephews)

  • 20091227-Seeing Snow

    Scientifically, when someone sees `white specks` or white stars in the air as if seeing sperms swimming, that is supposed to be `floaters`:

    6. a speck or string that appears to be drifting across the eye just outside the line of vision, caused by cells or cell fragments in the vitreous humor registering on the retina; musca volitans.

    One could try to see these flashes and dashes of electrical snow floating in the field of vision just by staring aimlessly into thin air. Go on. Try it. But make sure not to stare into the sun. You might go blind.

    Anyway, I’ve seen those whenever I let my simple mind drift. But I could easily create those by STRAINING to see hard left or hard right and HOLDING the position in either direction for a few seconds.

    And, lo and behold, you will see electrical snow! Go on. Try it. It’s really easy. So you are specially trained by moi and are allegedly seeing `aether`,

    3. the upper regions of space; the clear sky; the heavens.
    4. the medium supposed by the ancients to fill the upper regions of space.

  • 20091226-Gift Boostings

    That night at around 01:03am, I went to bed. This was after lurking on the internet, checking my EMPTY emails and posting a weblog entry about a Christmas present from a special friend.

    Of course as with my two other orgone objects of palm sized, I brought it to bed, held it in my right hand and sometimes over my aching tummy and/or chest area and tried to sleep.

    Then lo and behold I’ve received my first series of energy waves – smooth, concentric and outwards. I must say that this went on for about five to fifteen minutes while trying to doze off to sleep.

    My imagination went off the tangent as I visualize thanking the dolphins, critters of the waters and other entities of `gray` colors. I sent thanks and love to that special friend and pals. Then again I don’t know what I’m doing except thinking and feeling to myself.

    Before I fail to mention this tidbit and while taking photos of that `dolphin ball` on a sheet of white paper and sometimes in my left palm that night, I can feel the energy come off of it with my left `activated` palm. So that is all.