Month: February 2015

I just finished reading Saul’s latest reminder that love exists eternally and that war, terrors, anger, hatred are illusions.

That’s why and although Philip is a harsh reptilian, I’m connecting to him at a certain level. His energy signature is on my “nice” list.

Through him, I’ll boost his “naughty” bloodlines, to serve as a reminder NOT to fear natural light, like moi, though he throws his frustrated fits near me. Hmm.

Maybe, I should invite him to walk around with me during a fifteen minutes break, just like he did with Deborah, the receptionist, last week.

I’d like to tell him that we did NOT cross paths for no reason. If we do get hired permanently, we are team members, ready to make a big mess like kids. Hehe!

I’d like to tell him that I’m not after the money or high hourly rate or benefits or entitlements or prestige, but I’m really there to help the company thrive. I already have a paid-off home, by the way.

What I need is LOVE and maybe a hug, coaching, guidance, criteria, too fulfill my role. It’s my duty to do my best. It’s all I could offer after being out of work for so long.

I’m considering this place as a nice, new, and second home full of reptilians. I’m there too observe, of course, and to boost that vector.

Philip said for the second time if one of us ever wins the lottery to give him some money. I think he’s being sarcastic. I imagine he’s on my list, too. Hmm.

Anyway, I may be loud but I’ve been feeling confident because I’m continually going through hell fire and don’t mind if they hire me permanently or let me go away after Jackie returns from her maternity leave or decrease my pay rate or downgrade my title and responsibilities.

I just care that I was able to use my talent at least temporarily at this job from hell.

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AWAITING RESULTS OF CPAC CLOSING STRAW POLL, Fox News.

While ironing two weeks of clothes, Mom still likes Scott Walker for 2016 President. She said he’s young. And even if he isn’t a college degree holder, she said he is okay. It wasn’t nice for the embarrassments of mainstream media propaganda.

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I’m being punished. My pain in the butt had flared up. And that’s from drinking insufficient water since yesterday.

I missed my afternoon breaks yesterday and today. I can’t stand it! I promised myself in this temporary job from hell that I’d be kind to myself.

But I wasn’t and as a result I sustained hemorrhoids. It felt like I wanted to take a big dump from the deep pressure inside.

I took a suppository and drank my cup of laxative after dinner. The liquid form came out generously one hour ago.

The soreness was profound. I wondered if I was being butt raped by those reptilians.

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I like the word “sologamy”. It combines the word “solo” and “gamy” – single marriage. I’m my own dog and can be my own cat scratch. I can only get angry at myself and still can’t walk away from imperfect self and my gross errors.

I can only be my own loyal and trustworthy companion. I do my own things and do lots of daydreaming that one day in reality, I would be free to do whatever I want.

But walking around and working naked is not an option unfortunately. Sleeping naked is good because there’s less constriction from tight clothing and blood circulation is better, too.

I’m talking about fantasy and everyday I have sexual fantasies of all the guys that could possibly want to have fun with a boring girl like me. It’s the freedom to walk into a beautiful fantasy, control the blessed events, and walk away virtually unscathed.

Imagine a professional brat, a lucky girl, actually admiring others from afar and NOT being able to tell them the truth that they are beautifully weird, odd, strange, different, and yes worthy for bedding, too.

Alas, I could only smile widely, hurting myself, knowing that those who’d dare read my thoughts via this WordPress blog would take such liberty in a little bit of chuckle.

Don’t be shy! Y’all know it’s all good! Now back to my normal programming of partying from within my mind. I’m drinking and swooning and having a good jive. Then asleep I go. Hmm.

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This morning, I was five minutes late for my takeoff. I had to roll Dad’s two city bins into our side alley because he was still fast asleep.

Loca Lolita had her garage for open. I could hear female voices but couldn’t tell who was speaking because I had my black scarf hat covering my head.

I made it on time to work. I like working with a company that has heart. I bought three products from this company online yesterday.

I also like commuting long distances. I’m actually enjoying God’s rolling landscape and beautiful skies. I also like the various tasks, which is freaking overwhelming but worth it.

I had to emphasize that this temporary job is the worst. The area is too much. I don’t really know how this company survives with people who are overworked. It’s weird.

They don’t mind intraday accounting. I don’t like it. I like the days of receipts to match up fine and dandy with the Elite accounting system; so as to research the payments EASIER against the settlement dates!

But I don’t like forcing people to do it the correct way. I can’t get through to management who is under pressure to keep their budget in check.

I lack the words to entirely express myself clearly. My brain has sporadic episodes of farting and freezing. I’m forgetful and clogged, too. I tend to gesticulate profusely!

Leads are supposed to be on top of everything, too. And they are supposed to be clear and coherent but I’m mumbling because of my bad hearing!

I’m NOT good in accessing personalities and don’t know if bad people are taking advantage of me. I’m good in ranting, yes but I could mention worse about many shortcomings of people.

I’m using my gut feelings as a gauge and that’s useful, which matches up nicely with Philip’s assessment of Mike. That’s why I understand the pressure off management. The workers area m slugs!

Again, I’m free and clear. I really don’t care for being hired full-time, permanently, which is idiotic because people come and go at-will, and don’t care for being an AR supervisor.

Mom told be yesterday don’t be pessimistic, don’t worry in making mistakes, and do worry about your future.

But I made a good point about the freaking crazy next door neighbor who is still living next door to us.

She’s getting help for free by riding the Beast system. So that’s a clue for y’all. The benefits are available for all stupid and crazy crazy people!

After getting small paper clips from the office supply cabinet and walking with Mike back to his desk, be sounded pleasant enough to mention how he doesn’t mind keeping busy.

I followed-up like we really don’t need to be here. I really don’t want to be here. I was hoping they’d keep Mike so I could leave and go home. But then again I’ll end up attending daily mass with these two annoying old people.

So I don’t have the freedom with security.

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