So yesterday afternoon, the boss comes by our desk and keeps looking at the kid who obviously won’t come in to work on the weekend. Of course, I could use the extra money but the work is pretty much completed. Noone is giving us a report to show which areas need to be worked on. All I’m doing is pulling up each customer product number and pegging the ones to finished goods. Noone else seems to be here. Three others are supposed to be here. Two said they’d be here around 7:30am. It’s already past 7:45am. So maybe I should just take a hint and leave. I’m really wasting my time and mind at this place. I’m not building up my resume. I’m putting myself down to lower stress levels and more breaks! I hate this place! When will I be truly free from this monster of business cycles?
Month: September 2010
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20100924-More Spooks
Just as I started into my lunch walk into the eBay campus, a tall, dark-skinned Asian Indian sneezes loudly upon my arrival to my left. He said: “Excuse me!” I said: “Shut up! Jerk!” I told you I don’t care.
Then at around the 12:55pm mark, I was walking northbound on N. First Street. Just as I passed the 2141 entrance to the compound, I eyed what appeared a “stranded” black vehicle at the upcoming corner intersection.
I saw that it pulled out from its parked location, swearved into the traffic by trying to merge into the number two (or right hand) lane, and sped up to the number one (or left lane).
I glanced to the right and saw that its windows were open. I saw that this was a very DARK black colored, mini-station wagon with a rounded trunk. There was light brown dust upon the bottom portion of the car. And then I saw the driver was a big, white burly man with dark hair. He was wearing a bright orange shirt and dark sunglasses.
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Lucky Man
I’ve been told along the line that:
“Whoever you marry will be a lucky man!”
~Lynn C. (An older, skinny Chinese co-worker) 1997-2000.
“A lady met this guy. And she didn’t have to work. She is very lucky.”
~Sherry (An older, shorter white co-worker) 1994-1996.
Fast forward sixteen years, I’m still single. Now, isn’t that luck?
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Everything’s Going Great
see more Happy Chair Is HappyFast forward ten slong years, you’d wonder why that very phrase “grates” on my last nerves! It was supposed to have been a fully-lined egg basket for all. Now, those EGGS have become rotten.
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20100923-More Spooks
Later again, a half-breed, green/brown-colored, Indian Asian/Chinese coughed in my area. That guy is nasty, too! I made a single, loud spitting noise in his direction as other light-skinned Chinese guys walked.
After working, I enjoyed the sunshine and noticed that Charissa (I believe with my bad eyesight) was talking to an Asian Indian, who quickly got into his car sedan At the same time another person got into her car. I sped away at 40 miles per hour but got stuck at the stupid four-way stop-light intersection. I saw the stupid guy behind me as the other agent had veered hastily behind a second car going left from me.
I went straight ahead into eBay instead. I saw how well shaded this area is and will take a walk tomorrow for the first time! When the streetlight turned green at another intersection, I went left and noticed another car veered directly behind me instead of exiting southbound on N. First Street. It decided to go into the left (or number one) lane.
I made a right into my usual route and found myself stopped at the railroad intersection. A car was behind me and followed rather closely and fast. Of course, I used a former gang technique of slowing down so that the car behind me tailgated unnecessarily. It exited into my road. I had to go straight ahead and weave my way back home.
I went down another block and into a drive that lead me to two other spooks on either side of the road. Both got out of their houses, opened the driver’s door and went into their vehicles – both at the same time! I had to go straight down that road instead of turning right. I saw the black pick-up truck do a 360 degree maneuver.
Time and time again, many instances of these events would take place. And I would get too lazy to enter these into my blogs, which mentioned utility workers doing the same things – un/loading orange-colored cones and opening/closing their doors/trunks upon my arrival.
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Say The Words…
“Lord, I’m not worthy to receive you.
But only say the word
And I shall be healed…”Looking into the mirror, mirror
on the wall – I want to say
I LOVE YOU
most of all!She glares at me and hisses back:
EYE LOVE U
long time, too,
my honey bunny!Knowing her sweet affirmation,
her seductiveness,
and all the while,
I ask again:Mirror, mirror
on the wall –
What do I see
most of all?U EVOL EYE
is what I am.
Here she’s looking at you: –
YOU EVIL EYE
is what you are.Deep down inside
I knew how that mirror lied to me.
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20100923-More Spooks
Well, I just viewed a YouTube.com video and as usual the contents are SUBJECT TO INTERPRETATION! Take for example that tall, handsome guy. For the most part, videos like those are so BLURRY! So any moron can tell that it’s not clear enough to make intelligent judgment on what is real or not.
Let’s say he is Greek (because of his last name, like mine). Now, Greeks are known for their olives, right? And most olive variety are green in color. But I prefer the black olives (or Spanish kind): It’s marinated saltier.
Anyway, reptoids are allegedly using holograms to look like humans. But sometimes there are failures in their advanced technology. The video shows the distortions of facial features from VERY prominent veins popping out of the forehead and ridges on the eyebrows to vertically-slitted pupils and elongated skull structure.
I take a hint that perhaps the Greek is a reptoid and the fact that his skin coloration is a bit shady in the greenish tinge makes him suspect. Plus, he knows a lot of ASIAN dialects, which would point to him being an intelligent spook. Whatever! I’m making things up. But when I picked up that one bit of two hour information, I was connecting WAY TOO MUCH. I better stop and want my long-distance sunshine instead: He’s much cuter and shorter, too!
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Behind Burkas
Maybe I should switch my religion from Catholic to Islamic. Why? So I could wear those fancy head scarves out of religious reasons and hide my frown face behind beautiful fabrics, called burkas. I want to hide my pain and suffering and the cover will do me justice. Behind burkas I could be free knowing that only my small, upturned eyes will show just my soul and nothing more.
I may have Body dysmorphic disorder:
Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) (previously known as dysmorphophobia[1] is sometimes referred to as body dysmorphia or dysmorphic syndrome[2]) is a (psychological) somatoform disorder in which the affected person is excessively concerned about and preoccupied by a perceived defect in his or her physical features (body image). Depending on the individual case, BDD may either be a somatoform disorder or part of an eating disorder or both: BDD always includes a debilitating or excessive fear of judgment by others, as is seen with social anxiety, social phobia and some OCD problems; or, alternately, it may be a part of eating disorders such as anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa and compulsive overeating. The term “body dysmorphic disorder” itself describes only those excessive social-acceptance fears that relate to one’s personal body image. Depending on the individual, it may or may not also be part of one of these wider or related syndromes.
I’m already purging and binging everyday. I want to feel and be beautiful on the outside, too.
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Please Smile
So I was viewing the birthday photos from 9/15/2010 and I wasn’t smiling! It was a right profile shot of me frowning! I think the nerves to my smile have been compromised from the evil foreceps at birth. Maybe I need some Botox or a metalic smile retainer to make my smile more natural and, well, wider!
Maybe, I’m in severe pain and my face shows it! I don’t know what to do! No wonder I refuse posing and taking photos! And my clothes are severely outdated! Holy smokes! I need a beauty consultant!
Okay, now I’m programming my RELAXED smile to be less frown (like a Persian kitty kat) and more HUMAN!
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Two Hours
While walking around during my lunchbreak, I kept thinking to myself why I cannot get him out of mind! I know when I first met him, I was speechless! Don’t ask me why! It’s something familiar if not beautiful. He is beautiful. Then again he is taken. Grrr!
So north on Orchard Parkway, east on Trimble Road, south on N. First Street, I walked. I took the Component Road exit because I was short (not only with both my legs but) on time and my feet and toes (especially the left, big toe) were hurting.
[At 2:22pm, the computer slightly burped, meaning the company took a snapshot of my activity. You know what? F.U. Losers! I’m not staying here! When my six-month contract is over, I’ll hate and regret taking this temp job from hell!]
So I thought some more and picked-up a thought that the guy was out for two hours. And sure enough, he walks in at around 2:00pm and rather hastily. At least he mentioned that he’ll “talk to me later” (whenever) before he left for lunch around 1:00pm. I can’t wait to meet more lovely people and find out what’s on their minds!
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Two Sides
You know the saying:
“It takes two to tango!”
In order for a relationship to work, the left must know what the right is doing and feeling, too. There is no escaping the duality of being together and living until the day of death.
Take for example a guy. He has dated this Filipina off and on for six years and was “forced” for whatever reason to give her children. Now, which side is selfish – the woman or the man?
I don’t know. Take your pick.
If the woman is so desperate to breed, then she is selfish. If the man is just playing her and wasn’t being honest about his desire just for a companionship, then he is selfish. Both side smell of fish – the kind that you find in a meat market, like a gym.
What I don’t understand is why a couple continues to stay in a stale relationship and what keeps them in an arrangement that doesn’t give one side the breathing room necessary to pursue happiness and other love interests.
I guess it’s called committment and that word is a bane in my dictionary. I bring out my biggest holy cross and use it as a shield – to protect me from life’s drama, pain and emotions that go along with keeping up appearances, not to mention getting along with the in-laws.
Yuch! Phooey!
If I had to hook up with someone special, I know I’ll get bored, seriously. It would take a VERY interesting guy to keep me from straying and unhappy. He’d have lots of things for me to think about and do normal things to keep me busy.
So yeah, two sides. Two hearts. Twin souls. The other day I know the meaning of a significant other – one is a teacher and the other half is the student – linked together with that silver cord I’ve read about in a favorite book of mine.
I just wonder who it/he/she is and WHEN the both of us could meet, if ever in the same, if not, similar form and/or vibratory modes.
