Month: March 2015

With regards to private emails being used for official business, that’s a good one in treat

For example, I have several emails that appear to be official businesses. As I look back, I’m NOT too sure.

There are some legitimate ones with local government and I guess that’s okay.

So I don’t know what is the big deal with Hillary using private emails for official business.

How about donations being conducted online and the donors have private emails?

Oh, I just answered my own questions! That’s correct! Official businesses must use legitimate email addresses.

Haha! This blog has yet another great exercise on jogging ones perception in life’s different situations.

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I arrived work late at 0715, thinking I’d be there at 0700, so I could leave early in time for my parent’s anniversary dinner at home.

Lo and behold, Ty the tall black guy intercepts me. You see, I have to cross his desk prior to mine, which is towards the back of the wall.

Yesterday, he asked me what I was doing that evening. I was crossing his desk to exit and said, Going home! He was staying in a motel for two evenings because his Mom’s house is being fumigated.

So this morning, he asked me what kinds of movie I watch. I said no romance because I’ll cry or anything violent. I mentioned adventure shows with superheros, since he can draw comics. He asked if I’d like to watch a movie next month. I said sure so we could shake things up.

Now mind y’all, I’m NOT attracted to him because he’ll be a distraction at work. He won’t stop looking my way. I’m not that desperate. I told him that my temp job is only up to May when Jackie comes back. He said why don’t I ask Jackie if there is a job opening.

To Philip, damn it. If I had to choose dating between you and Ty, I’d choose you because you know about math. Besides that, I love your wheels and your loudness. Plus, I do listen to your type of music.

But since you’re dating your girlfriend, so that’s an icky factor. I’m looking for someone who is open and available, and could manage my two properties – one in the Philippines and here in Silicon Valley.

Now y’all know and should know why at this point on my life, I’m picky. I can’t just jump the boat and risk these temporal goodies. It’s all good while I’m stuck in this humanized female body.

Maybe when and if Phil does ever has another informal meeting with me, I’ll have to let him know. Because when I first encountered Ty at his desk, he thought I was married or something.

Last night, I did pray for an answer to my dilemma, but I didn’t expect it to be Ty. Oh, well. Again, I’ll joke to Phil that maybe I’ll choose the path as a nun instead of being an AR supervisor. Haha!

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20150309-2205. I had a thought in reply to Yesa’s email. She said that she shouldn’t be shy about asking her second husband, David420, for money. My thought was that she had no business asking my parents or me for any money and should be ashamed for asking anyone for money. She sold the washing machine of David! She comes from a bloodline of thieves. Her mother used to steal her mother’s coins and blamed her other siblings. Her father stole and abused his wife. Her brother went to jail. And for all we know, she’s using David to get out of the Philippines. And David is a spook from Australia.

So to TPTB and pals, please keep those pricks away from us. We have nothing to do with them. We really don’t know them. Our relatives living in the Bay Area never bothered us as much as Yesa did. They have conveniently wormed their way into our lives via my mother’s now deceased sister. Y’all have access to my Yahoo emails for references in case their crap hits the ceiling fan. I already rebuked her via email. Bunch of reptilians over there too! Watch, it has something to do with David wanting to retire in the Philippines.

20150308-2327. While still lying in bed and unsuccessfully trying to get some sleep, I received another heart system boost upon using a deep breath. I was trying to fall asleep but my mind was too busy.

20150308-2317. While lying in bed and trying to get a fitful bed of rest, I heard a voice-to-skull. I heard a male voice say, “Morning”. And then I received a subtle but single system jolt.

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I’m lying down while my side rib cage muscles spasm after blowing out green boogers from my left nostril and a strange yellowish chunk from the right nostril. The right yellowish chunk came out loudly and landed into the porcelain basin of white and circled counterclockwise down the drain. I didn’t have the chance to study my booger. As a result, the right nostril is amazingly clear. I wonder if that was honey comb that left my brain! But the left sinus still feels full and congested.

Around 1500, Philip (my milky substance of imagination), had to leave early because he wasn’t feeling well. He gave his instructions in a lower tone of voice that I could barely hear what he said. He was between the desks of Laurie and Rosemary. Laurie and I were to cross check each other’s work, and I was to send an Instant Message to Madam Cherie so she could close the bank batch prior to closing at 1700 tonight.

To Shrimpsei and pals, I believe today was a good day despite some lazy light-weight sylphs after this early morning fog dissipated. I had Shrimpsei’s buzzer Joe in a plastic OtterBox buzzing inside my Coach handbag, which was located near those thick electrical snakes hiding inside the walls to the makeshift warehouse into office.

I noticed for the past week, this overly obsess whitish guy with dark black hair walking in the major traffic area of our finance department, just behind the receptionist lobby. His full face, turkey jowls were the color of beet red! This entity is unnaturally bright red in color for mere humans with more earthen complexion. Perhaps, y’all can peep and find our what species he is/belongs, eh?

As for my favorite reptilian, Philip was NOT fairing so well. He left for lunch one hour between noon and 1300. He seemed quiet today. Almost every Monday he is quiet, especially two weeks ago. Then, on that following Monday, he told Rosemary in his friendly self that last Monday sucked. Yeah, I’m not used to him being quiet. I gotten used to him being jovial, boisterous, and loud. That’s the Philip I liked from the start!

Unfortunately, his skin texture was mottling! The uneven blotches varied in shades of medium brownish, as if he was trying to get a bad case of burnt tan over the past few weeks, and splotchy white patches! He won’t stop flicking out his tongue.

The poor old chap was shape-shifting! I could see those dark vertical bands of at least two to three wide maroonish layers coming off the sides of his face! I really felt sorry for his “illnesses”, thanks in part to my boosting my VECTOR! Pissing me off, big time!

Towards 1500, I heard him sneeze loudly and intentionally, at least twice or three times. He would grab, I guess, tissue paper from Jackie’s desk, just behind but to the right of Laurie. I was becoming empathic and “picked” up his cooties. The feeling is a subtle sickness in the pit of the stomach but with the strange but slight dizziness or buzz in the head within and without the queasiness.

I’m sensing that he partied too much over the weekend or that he’s got a job interview. Madam Cherie had come back from wherever, I don’t know. She is still her spiffy old self, all drag smoking and a powerful Vice President to this small company.

I do hope Philip returns to work. It’s not the same without him. Now the place is too quiet. He could pass as a game show host. I was thinking he was an actor from Los Angeles. Maybe the boys can tell me what’s up with Philip, eh? NO? PHOOEY!

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20150308-2131. I had one of those weird syncs. I was visualizing the word “fiddling” as found on a blog about ‘daylight savings time’ and an old thought in which Philip asked if I listened to The Charlie Daniels Band. Being that I’m slow-witted, I didn’t bother responding to him and sat their disenchanted and waiting for him to rail on me and my response, which he never did accept.

So I research online and learned the popular song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”. I was familiar with the general tune and instrumentation but couldn’t quite figure out the lyrics due to the words being too fast/chewed up and to my bad hearing. And I listened to the YouTube video and knew instantly, yeah, I do listen to those Americanas.

Maybe when he rolls his chair towards my workstation again, I’ll hum the last measures of the instrumentation and let him know. And maybe that surfing guru can give me back my chapters because he’s cheating and embarrassing the BeJeezus outta me. Hehe.

20150308-2058. Mom and I were watching Ax Men. Yeah, I do watch these sort of Americana shows! Sheesh. Dread Knots had harvested fallen log from deep within the muds of a river. And then a crew member got stuck at a shoal because two fishermen would not budge! So she pelted them with stones and they jumped into the river, ultimately capsizing their flimsy boat.

The other family was a father and his two sons. The father got stuck in mud and one son followed his instructions to haul the father out if he got stuck. In another family, the father got an upgrade – a Cadillac engine for his boat. They found a capsized fishing boat, hauled it back at high speed, and lost it due to hit hitting a snag. So these folks do earn a living, only its outside the office.

20150304-1848. “ADMIN PUSHING BAN OF POPULAR AMMO. The Kelly Files Exclusive, Fox News. Last night, Das Squirrel talked about ammo and how the government is buying up lots of ammo for an assault rifle that outdoes a basic pistol and shotgun. This military grade assault rifle is meant to stop invading forces, such as China and its armada of ships doing military exercises off the boarding coastal territory of MY Pacific Ocean!!! The point in this yet another example of sync may be our smart television picked-up a dinner conversation being held in another room.

So folks, once again, TPTB and pals exist in everything!