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Month: September 2010

  • Stoning Satan

    Yeah, as discussed briefly during lunch yesterday and after Mike’s suggestion about visiting Mecca, I wanted to visit other religious sites, like Rome. I made circular motions on the table with my finger, smiled and said offhandedly if one should convert to the Islamic religion in order to make a pilgrimage.

    I just wanted to see the place, you know, like a tourist spot of all sort, and get a chance to throw my stones at the Pillar of Satan. Then again I’m thinking Satan could be female. And in the Bible, for example, women are usually depicted as evil whores who fornicate, which is sinful and therefore punishable unto death by stoning as done in some Islamic sect.

  • Good Folks Feeding

    I owe three people now from this temp job from hell. And this is mostly for food. Jen gave me a bag of chips. Theresa gave me chocolate bars and a lunch meal. And Mike “accidentally” paid for my “double-balls” (snickering) of Falafel yesterday for lunch. He didn’t take my green-stripped, rolled-coins of $5 dimes as I told him I don’t use a bank.

    But last night I took my laxative to purge the goodness at around 1:30am this morning. I read my favorite book on common sense and learned nothing except hang around with good company before my 6-month temp job contract expires. I’m messing up at this data entry position, too. I’m no good here but know good folks exist.

    Again, during this morning’s mass I mentally “promised” to provide “raw food” after I get my paycheck. I’m going for broke.

  • Stinky Creepy

    Lucas is stinky. His teeth are bucked. His hairstyle is wrong. His clothes is wrong. But he’s a VERY smart Asian kid. Everyone in his team relies on him to pull reports via spreadsheets. Vinnie agreed how that guy is too much in a hurry.

    Yesterday, he walked me over to the desk of Ross, a bald-headed, Asian Indian guy without concern in the world. For all we know, he didn’t grant access and had to call Colorado. I didn’t care as long it’s less work for me. I learned to hate lazy people, seriously. Where I used to work, turn around time was within one day.

    Then Lucas walked and talked with an obvious slurping sound. He kept swerving into me, almost as if lacks coordination. I used the whole length of notebook as a shield. But his stupid right hand kept knocking into the binder rings. I used my left middle finger to hold the binder, knowing a tall Asian Indian guy saw I was flicking off the idiot.

    For the past two days, he kept telling us old timers to use our common sense. He lacks social grace. I should have the nerve to tell him take a shower and go to the groomers. Why are intelligent people so uncombly?

  • Noticing Two

    I had to go to bed early, cursing the sound of Maw’s loud television, drifted off to sleep and awoke to another pooping session with my favorite book on common sense. I couldn’t resist blogging about how I noticed two things about the tall guy. Last Thursday, I heard the tall guy’s voice inflection. It almost sounded gay! He was at Bobby’s desk and offered to make a phone call. Then yesterday during lunch at the Greek restaurant, I caught a VERY brief glance at his right ear lobe. It looked like an old pierce.

    I thought to myself this morning about earrings:

    “The left ear was reserved for piercing by straight men and a pierced right ear supposedly signified that one was gay.”

    “Left is right. Right is wrong.”

    I cannot help but wonder why the guy talks about his path to commitment with a girl that he has been dating off and on for six years and how he envied my FREEDOM from family affairs and child rearing. I apologized to him about “gloating”. He apologized to me about him being a “bad influence”. I told him what Maw said about me being “very gullible”.

    It breaks my heart that hear how people could have made better choices in life without the facing the sad reality of “the bad” of death and dying that goes along with “the good”. It makes me feel sad to know how he fears death, how he came home yesterday to find an old lady living next being wheeled away to the morgue and how his whole system shuddered in surprise while talking and when I pointed out a passing motorist zooming by from our left before crossing the street.

    I wished he tells me the truth. He knows something. He is something. But I don’t know why he mentioned visiting Egypt.

  • Sickening Sadness

    Sadness. The feeling is like giving birth – all painful and full of slimy goo. That’s how I view relationships – good and bad. The ugly part is stepping out on someone because of lack of expectation. And I see the sadness on his face each time because of that choice he made – to just give up old habits and settle down with new ones, including the nagging.

    I’m so sad I could throw up. Commitment is like prison. There is no escape from marriage and mortgage. The children make noise too and sometimes they could use apples in their mouths to make the noise stop. Oh, sure, they are young and cute now. But they will be old and horrible later on and find their own mates, leaving the original units to look, listen and stop for each other 24/7.

    The staleness of just being in a different living arrangement leads to the need of finding replacements and newness to keep the “flames alive” that makes me sick, too. It’s never good to stay the same. It’s always good to change forever. But with commitment, it’s just like that – putting on a new mask – together or not. And I get that part – to pick up the stray dogs.

    I feel sad all over again. It’s never the same person. But it’s always the same – long distance – an arm-length’s away. Off and on. Never staying. Always straying. Hello. Goodbye.

  • 20100929-Bored Again

    I’m definitely not staying here. I cannot foresee myself working like this – near the back door. I’m used to being SERVICED pronto. Here, we have to beg – actually get up and meet the contact person. It doesn’t make sense to use emails, help desk tickets or the phones if things around here cannot get done pronto.

    Plus, I’m not getting younger. I’ve haven’t done anything during the past four decades and would like to travel to religious sites, like Mecca and Rome. I told Mike and Steve that I’d like to go to Hong Kong, Australia and overseas but I failed to mention Hawaii because a honeymoon is the only time I’d like to go there.

    So I kept scheming, star gazing, day dreaming and laughed out loud! I’m so loud that the sound echoed throughout the Greek/Mediterranean restaurant. I had Falafel – two HARD meatball-like, garbanzo beans of green color and two half-sized flat breads and ranch dressing! I owe Mike for the misunderstanding.

    I took a free ride with Steve because I tried to rough the walk without, as Mike put it, my “parasol”. It was too friggin’ hot there and back! So Steve bikes and doesn’t speak his language. Lots of stories and too much to remember, except how clean both his and Mike’s cars are compared to mine.

    For the first walk there, I learned of Mike’s 2-year boy and 6-month old girl and how he dated and gotten old and decided to make family because (like any story) he had no where else to go but with someone who is compatible.

    So that’s the reality: Food, friends, fun and fuglies!

  • 20100929-More Spooks

    Yesterday and while beginning my post-lunch walk, I saw a Sheriff patrol car drive up fast down the cul-de-sac. There was another suspicious white sedan parked with its head lights on. When I returned almost 45-minutes later, the guy in the patrol car was parked in reverse in the back parking lot to my temp job from hell and underneath a shaded tree.

    There was also a gray-colored, four-door sedan, which parked in the parking lot of the company in front of my temp job from hell. When I crossed the un-marked street to get to the other side, he came out and made a U-turn. The guy inside the car had his windows rolled down. He looked fat and burly and had black hair and thick mustache. To TPTB, get him!

    A similar-looking Sheriff patrol car of white with green/gold emblems drown down the usual road the three of us would take en route to our local parish for today’s morning mass.

    When I came home, Maw and Paw were watching the television comfortably in the dark. The debate between Meg and Jerry was going on. That would explain why there appeared to be more security than before (maybe),

  • 20100916-Weathery Ways

    Unlike yesterday and its heat,today is much cooler. Like yesterday, today there are sylphs. Yesterday, I took pics of some sylphs and one this morning. The crispy blue skies are becoming filled with sylphs. Yesterday afternoon was filled with sylphs. The skies were overcast with HAARP-like clouds and the sight of pink/orange colors were nice.

    I hope to enjoy today’s walks in cooler climate.

  • 20100929-Tweaking Again

    I’ve finished tweaking my paid CSS upgrade to the ChaosTheory theme here at WordPress.com:

    • Purple colors!
    • Auto widths!
    • Column monster with two bottom/sidebars and widgets!
    • Custom menus, just the way I like it!
    • Blog/site title and its tagline/description inside header!
    • Meta data with TIME/date stamp underneath Blog/post title (sans author information)!

    That’s all. I should go to sleep now because tomorrow is going to be lots of Q4 allocation, as if I care – NOT!

  • 20100928-Weathery Ways

    Today is friggin hot! But I had to walk outdoors to melt my fat and loose more weight. So for the third time around the eBay area, I wore my TIGHT, undershirt ONLY and draped the sleeves of my purple jacket over my boobs. There was no wind today or yesterday! I sweated profusely and came in with a red lobster face!

    So I had to wash up at the bathroom and remove my wet undershirt. I’m so gross!

  • Savings Life

    LifeSavers candies are bad for the teeth and body because of sugars (natural or sweeteners) and the fact they can be too hard for more sensitive teeth. These candies, however, are good to counter bad breath. When Maw says I need one during morning mass and since she’s downwind from the indoor air circulating, I pop in one of these circular delights, taking care to let the substance melt in my mouth and to avoid chewing so as to preserve my aging teeth.

    Life savers don’t always come in candied forms. They can come in little surprises like that bag of veggie chips (probably left by Jen, the nice temp worker) or donations in the form of money to feed a starving family. Life savers can be a play on words: life savior, like a life preserver or jacket.

    “You are a life savior!! Thanks a ton. Thanks! Thanks! :-)”

    ~Sadaf S. (9/24/2010)

    Again, it’s all about biting your tongue and smiling by being there to support not only your loved ones but those who need your help.

  • Givers Taking

    While I’ve learned about self-sacrifices, I feel most of us are still takers. Paw is a good man. Although he doesn’t know much, he knows how to handle the family’s finances and daily routines. And that’s about it.

    I see myself like Paw – repaying people with money as an token of our appreciation. You see, we both lack the creative flare to get things done on our own. We both rely on others for guidance and activities – what is the next step to take and HOW to accomplish those tasks.

    That’s how I view relationships – where weaknesses are compensated with strengths in others, who are the thinkers. That means the “bossy” characters lead those with the “muscles” and that happens to be both Paw and me. It’s not that we are lazy, we have low tolerance for STRESS. And by nature, we keep quite and keep our blood pressure down at the same time.

    Paw is especially good with itemizing his property. It’s is good habit and discipline. Plus, his sense of security is intact when EVERYTHING is in place, including the garbage. Last night, he called the boy to find out where his Mazda key is: It was in the pocket of the boy who handed me said key while driving him home.

    So those whose memory is lacking or becoming compromised, there are always those understanding enough to make sure that they don’t get lost. Being that may be the case, last night Paw thought I had bought one order of fried rice worth $15 dollars. He didn’t connect the bag containing two orders and accused us of not telling him, even after he had held the plastic bag.

    All we could do as a family is support each other and try laughing about the short-comings, challenges, obstacles and KARMA that may come along the way.