See? Look what you’ve done! I made my weblog look like eye candy:
The default colors are orange for the “search bar” and lime-green for the “sidebar header”.
Last night I switched WordPress.com themes again to
Blix by Sebastian Schmieg
A tried and true two-column theme with widgets and a customizable header.
This morning, I wanted to “View Page Source” of my weblog while tweaking my paid CSS Upgrade.
But what I found was a bit of tasteless humor:
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I guess it’s a generic message placed by the original web designer or TPTB doesn’t like colorful pink, lavender, purple, lime-green, orange and blue. I have a good mind to turn the background to puke yellow!
So at around 11:00am, I went for my late morning break. I returned two calls. First was the head-hunter. She needed to know how I’m doing at my temp job from hell. I’ve learned to say and left a voicemail message of: “Everything is going great!”
Then I called a famous friend and left a generic message on his voicemail messaging system. He promptly returned my call within a few seconds. I assumed he didn’t hear my message earlier. So I talked to him for about 2:56 minutes about the weather, especially one day of rain and the mysterious clear skies that same evening, about hearing, knowing and doing the right things in life and the fact that I normally leave my cellphone turned off. That’s all.
In one hour from 9:00am to 10:00am, I finished today’s scheduling of new products. This means the backlog is pretty much finished. Can I go home now and call it a day? I’m bored again and hate this temp job from hell, seriously! I tried pulling up the other two reports (and double-check their work) but the system won’t allow me.
Yesterday, I’ve burned out at the end of the day by completing two “families” – an “ARM” (mine) and a “leg” (hers). Each family took about two hours to complete. And with my work speed being especially FAST, I think the twosome will take twice as long! As a result and after four hours or non-stop data entry, my brain, arms and hands stopped completely! I had no energy left to lift a finger.
The other two temps were relaxed, err, rather “intentionally” distracted by N. Le and Lucas. They know how I work because, well, the place CAN monitor our activities on the computer – when we log on/off, what we are entering and if we work fast or not. Plus, the auditors are always here – daily! They have their own BIG/shared cubicle.
Anyway, what I did is study the formulas in one of Lucus’ spreadsheet. Two columns were wrong! Those picked up the wrong column from the “master” tab and another wrong column from another worksheet tab. Only my spreadsheet works. I don’t know about the other two temps. They don’t seem to care.
By using my COMMON SENSE, I tweaked the formulas and that reduced the chances of scheduling “excluded” orders. I should be paid twice for my brain power here! I cannot afford to feed my family on minimum friggin’ wage! Data entry is fun but I’m wasting time waiting for my hand-out from TPTB. Get it, now?
Here’s is a joke from one of my spam:
Why do so few men end up in Heaven?
They never stop to ask directions.
While running multiple requests (or four so far) for editing more categories and/or tags, I encountered an error message from WordPress.com a few minutes ago:
414 Request-URI Too Large
nginx
Whatever is going on, my server is SLOW tonight!
So last night I was thinking of the boys again! Not a day (or night) goes by when they enter my mind.
As I lay in bed ready to drift off to sleep, I sent my good night boosts to each one. And in return, I received a big system jolt to the heart chakra area again. The sensation was one and sudden and the energy dissipated outward in a concentric-like circle.
Quite frankly, I don’t really know where the energy signature came from or by whom. Everything is pretty much a mystery.
It’s a new way to exchange “love” in this manner. Hehehe!
Last night a parishioner had passed away. Her husband, Fred had called us this morning around 7:15am. Maybe that’s why I felt weepy two days ago. As mentioned in my previous post entries, I would get VERY weepy when someone that I may know distantly – related or not – will have passed on.
Rose was unconscious when Fred found her. He called the emergency last night and the ambulance came to pick her up. They tried to revive her because she was still breathing. Based on the doctor’s recommendation of her slim chance of survival, Fred made a choice. She suffered cerebral stroke.
And tonight at around 7:00pm to 8:00pm, we attended the first prayer at his house. It’s supposed to go on for forty days. But we only went this one time because it’s really for the immediate family.
He was kind enough to feed us Filipino food of shiny pancit, two meat stuff, vegetables and pineapple cake dessert from Goldilocks because I was STARVING!
While lurking TWW site, I’m reading about “The Power of Kundalini”. I just recalled an event earlier this week.
The three of us were saying the rosary one night. For whatever reason, I had placed my left hand upon Maw’s crown chakra area. I had “intended” to heal her tumor of the pituitary gland.
She was sleeping upright in her wooden rocking chair while “saying the rosary” in her dreams maybe.
Then suddenly my solar plexus area started wobbling, moving, vibrating on its own! I thought maybe my “ALIEN” symbiotic entity with my system was awakening!
I now recall the entity actually wiggled deep inside my chest when another “ALIEN” was working on my mind at his “place of business”. But that was six years ago.
Besides the usual double digits appearing on CA license plate numbers, atomic clocks, etc., I had purchased three raffle tickets (at $9.00) to a parish festival held on 10/2 and 10/3 last week.
Major cash prizes were:
We didn’t win of course. The numbers on the tickets were:
The double digit of number three is the most frequent appearance for moi!
Also, the logo of the event on the ticket and T-shirts read as : responsibility, respect and relationships. That’s three letters of “R”. Letter “R” is the 18th letter in the alphabet. At 18 three times and the sum total is 54. Add 5 and 4 together, the sum is 9. So put the number 9 together and you get 999 (or turn 666 upside down and you get the Satanic number!)
The log has four stretched out pentagrams. The uneven lengths of each of the five “pointed arms” make the logo of the parish festival look more Satanic than holy.
No wonder people “behind the scenes” bicker in front of each others’ faces and behind each others’ backs!
Last week, we ate at Panda Express (Valley Fair Mall). After stuffing our face with Chinese food, we read our fortunes:
The fortune truly reflects our personality traits. That’s why I decided to share these words. Prior fortunes that didn’t make sense were ignored and discarded later on.
I brought home a copy of the Entrance Song to our parish. I noticed nine upside-down pentagrams towards the top of the header in the following scanned image:
“Hail to Saint Victor”
Music: Georg F. Handel
Text: Jean A. Dargis
Lyrics:
Hail to Saint Victor,
Patron of our flock,
Heir of Simon Pater,
Be our steadfast Rock.
Vicar of Christ on earth,
you led His holy church.
Hear us as we pray and
help us as we search.
Hail to our Patron,
Hail forever more;
Intercede for us,
Saint Victor we implore.