Month: March 2015

  • 20150305-2224-Aside

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    Favorite Ring

    Behold! The above-referred image shows my favorite ring. I always wear it comfortably on my left thumb because I’m skinnier. It’s made out of pewter, I think.

    Tonight, I painted my nails black and wore it to choir rehearsal tonight, which was delayed until 2100, instead of 2030, die to a bunch of other singers.

    I will go to work tomorrow wearing black nail polish to show the stupid/crazy people that I’m Evil Kitty! Maybe then the Mexicano Philip will settle down. Hiss.

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  • 20150305-1703-Aside

    “Is there something bothering you?” Mom inquired of me after I reported that I’m not sleeping well at night for the past few weeks.

    I blurted out: “It’s work!”

    It’s true. The head hunter mentioned that the work would be STRESSFUL during the quick phone call, which was two days prior to coming on board last December. I didn’t expect to be that stressed out!

    Mom rebuked me, of course, and told me that work is always there and that if the boss doesn’t relieve your workstation, then I’m the only one making myself stressful!

    See? I’m surrounded by harsh reptilians at the home front! That’s why I’m acting up at work. I can’t escape from these fools! “They” continue to synchronize their presence asking the way home, too.

    Philip actually came by my desk and wondered if there are any cash deposits that could entered into the Elite for Laurie to with on. He looked on my desk and removed what was sitting on my desk.

    I said, “Dusts. Lots of dusts.” He fiddled with the paper in the inbox and the folders. He asked if I knew how to change the billing address. I said, “No”.

    Earlier, and after applying those monster checks, I made LOTS of LOUD crinkling paper noises and other slamming sounds at work because I couldn’t balance the application of those monster checks. Paulann helped identify the creepy ones and applied those today. Thanks!

    The boss didn’t like it when there were checks piling up. Too bad! I’m not a terrible enough robot. I can’t handle crap if I’m constantly being interrupted!

    He was talking through his muffled mouth, which he covered with his right hand. He wanted us to be in agreement, which is null and void, because I couldn’t hear WTF he said. It may have been something about the passing on the checks to someone else. I told you fuck heads that I don’t fucking care!

    So earlier this morning, Laura N came from inside the building and into the kitchen and says aloud: “Oh, it’s you two crazy drivers!”

    I was intentionally taking my time inside my car because I wanted the workers to go inside ahead of me. I saw Ty was in front and Laura was behind me from the highway.

    Then, Ty kindly held open the kitchen door to the Employee Entrance upon my arrival after two minutes of him inside the building.

    I’m like, sheet! I hope he’s no spooky fan based friend! But he helped me find out how to look up items in the Elite system.

    So later and around 1600, Philip, my personal jester, asked me how long it took to get my security key. I said a couple of days. It’s for the new temp girl named Laurie. She’s from my agency, too, and staying one month our so. He said something about the let’s got lost.

    I’m hoping to get hired permanently but at this point I don’t really care. I am just getting very sad and upset in that place. I missed staying at home but not attending daily mass among crazy/stupid people.

    So I’m stuck between two choices, work or home, do or die, etc.

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  • The Cling-ons

    Humanz and reptilian? I can’t tell the differences!

  • 20150305-Prompt Me

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Imitation/Flattery.”

    I awoke from a dream and could barely recall the dreams. I don’t know if it’s worth blogging about a dream I could barely recall.

    Dream one

    In this dream, it was utopia. Everything about this place vibrated various intensifies of love. The gardens were beautiful but surprisingly there were no animals.

    There was no pain and suffering and nothing is wasted or goes to waste because everything is sustained by the Divine.

    People had eternity to learn just about anything. Some lived as if they lived on earth. There were still others who choose to return to earth.

    Dream two

    In this dream, those who choose to return to earth either retained their memories of being in utopia or NOT.

    This dream is horrible because people don’t realize that love is all that matters. People here hurt, maim, injure, and kill.

    This hellish planet looks beautiful but overall there is death and decay. But surprisingly nothing is wasted either and returns to its elements!

    Dream three

    In this dream, I was the queen of the place. The opposition was filled with terror, jealousy, anger, and hatred. And they wanted me to go away because I’d mess up their status quo.

    However, there are those who are willing to work with me and reach my personal goal of conquering and dividing. I wanted conformity and things to be done correctly.

    My sidekick is a jester. His name is Philip. He is my favorite among the hoards of misfits, who simply can’t get along with each other.

    Philip makes me laugh with his quirky behavior. He knows how to diffuse difficult personalities with his down to earth connection. I listen to his advice.

    Sometimes, we screw around with each other and my underlings have no idea we’re madly in love. He sings and dances for me sometimes.

    When we get tired of each other, we screw around with other subjects of the courts, including outsiders for fun.

    Then when we miss each other or get bored, everything is peachy as if nothing happened. And we simply find the time for a cup of coffee.

    One day, I’m hoping he’d take me for a spin in his black Z350. It’s got some shiny new wheels with five spokes!

    I’m dying to take a photo and upload it online. I’m trying out my my new hobby. It’s photography.

    Fin.

    Flynn

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  • 20150304-2129-Aside

    Authors addendum: It’s 2231 and I’m still adding more content. Check back frequently for more garbage. Amen!

    Well, I was feeling weary from disturbed sleeping patterns. And now I’m lying down not feeling sleepy! I think my system has definitely been upgraded because I don’t feel the need to rest! I don’t know what happened or what is happening.

    I know that I’m not Chinese and that Philip (my imaginary eye candy) doesn’t need to bow slightly forward with his two palms in front of his chest in thanks unto moi after commenting him positively in his idea of color coding shared emails and his quickness to eye the small reference field “OP CM (six-digit number here)”.

    But I don’t know how to hint or play with him on the details just yet. I should do the following formula: if a person looks Asian but has a Spanish name, she’s confused! Or the country of origin for my parents starts partly with your first name, as in Philip-pines! Duh.

    The freckles on my now deleted LinkedIn profile image shows that I’m NOT that prominently Malay or Muslim. My skin is light. And that I’m positively not showing traits of my dark-skinned Filipino counterparts.

    I could also share with him my personal profile and that I’m not a thug! The only thing that should freak him out is that I decide to go away and never come back! I know the other gals can pick-up where I left. Yup.

    Two Fridays ago, he didn’t want me to freak him out if I didn’t show up the following Monday. “Yeah, I’ll show up as long as there’s no fire and brimstones.” And I motioned rubbing the falling rain downwards with my right fingers.

    Three Monday’s ago, a black lady with an obvious thick black accent called to pay her invoices with a credit card. While trying to process her request, I could hear her and another person giggling in the background. The call was from Chicago, Illinois. Thanks a lot Barack! Haha!

    Oh and I’ve not read a customer’s letter addressed to me. I’m hoping that Mike will read it. Deborah the receptionist passed it on to me last week but it was stapled shut. That’s why I don’t like doing customer service work because my name goes “out there” via email.

    He doesn’t know his last day is today. He’s a reptilian due to his constant tongue clicking during this Monday’s morning greeting. I found Mike’s personality great. But Philip was bringing in someone with more hands-on in AR.

    I hope he’s a cute guy my age group. Yummy. I offhandly told Philip in our first informal meeting that if y’all want to ramp up the customer service y’all need a male voice because tougher personalities can get away more with a female voice than with a male voice. Philip mumbled under his breath that he would have been in big trouble had he said that aloud. My intention was logistics. The hopefully be cute guy could help support Ty in collections, duh! If it’s a gal, I’m leaving! My smart, not bad!

    I’m becoming touchy feeling, more empathic to the guys. Ty wouldn’t stop smiling widely. Yesterday and today I felt his hands were chilled and he wouldn’t let me left hand go, respectively. So I patted his right forearm in assurance that everything is okay.

    Of course, Philip was being receptive and I “sensed” last week that he was being “protective” of me from the likes of Mike, too. So that’s why today he was hovering over Ty to observe. Just because he’s temporary doesn’t mean he’s empowered to recommend restructuring.

    Yesterday and today, I was testing Philip’s resolve also by patting his right forearm in assurance, saying sorry that it was an over sight. He didn’t know that the deposit batch of wires and ACH was Mike’s work. I pointed out to my handwritten initial of MD. Again he’s cautious. But he’s still a human no doubt!

    Mom said I was being hypercritical. She said to leave work behind when I came home. I just saying that on order to be a good customer service rep, treat the “other side” as of they are disabled! It works. Plus, I’m connecting with people. Isn’t that what life is ALL about?

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  • 20150304-Prompt Me

    In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

    I picked this door. It’s the middle door. It contains both sides of everything. There is NO correct or incorrect. Everything is self-correcting.

    For example, Philip called a brief meeting about color coding each email. He wanted to monitor who is handling the emails from AR Support, Invoices, and Statements.

    This metrics is supposed to allow Cherie the ability to substantiate to Jeff why there is a need to increase the number of workers

    Ty got designated the Red Category. That could symbolically mean he’s in the danger zone. Philip was measuring how long it took for Ty to process these emails. The effort was cut down from six hours to one hour.

    Then Philip asked me what is my favorite color. I didn’t have a favorite color. I blurted out orange, the new red, which, if he’s smart, is a Satanic code. I got the Green Category, a reptilian spread.

    He placed his right palm against the dry board and pointed his right middle finger to the word “red”, which was to the right of Ty’s name.

    He asked the same of Rosemary, who didn’t say anything. I blurted out “pink” since she uses that fruity color in her spreadsheet. She got the Purple Category.

    So we were to “own” the email that we could handle and then set the color assigned to us. But as y’all still soon learn, old timers are stubborn.

    So Rosemary the lip-less reptilian got loud and told me to do whatever I wanted. That’s a ding on her next review. Philip was observing.

    I said aloud that we can’t move any of the emails from its respective Inboxes until the process is completed from beginning to end.

    She insists the “old ways” of handling the emails was to move the SHARED emails from their original folders to the PERSONAL folders!

    Philip knew I disagreed when he asked me last month. In the meeting, I made a point that it’s good that all of us know how to handle anything in case one of us disappears, err, is NO longer with us, err, isn’t around to monitor the emails.

    Paulann made a good point that we each could have our own folders. But I was thinking that their could be a temptation to accidentally hide the emails.

    That’s where Philip color coding makes sense. He was just throwing out his ideas and we were trying to brainstorm on how to handle the monitoring issue.

    I’m gonna email him my “incoming thoughts” and observations on how to improve the offices of handling the emails.

    As per my old Instant Messaging, I mentioned how there should be a dedicated personnel for each function, one for receipts and other researches.

    I got the honorary task of taking on the difficult ones. Besides I’ve got the remittance advices in boxes underneath my workstation! Hehe. Wow.

    Okay, I’ve got to take more notes before I forget. I plan on sharing those logistic objectives with his beautiful mind of his. He said something along the line that he’d work with our ideas.

    Earlier, I saw that he signed his initials with the capital letter “A” inside a circle. Satanic. Haha! Small world, eh, Philip? Freaking toids! Hmm.

  • March 4, 2015 | Dream Journal | A Job In Iran And Talking To A Mummy And Someone Wants Me To Do Their Birthday Party

    Hey this is positive dream in which female human was actually flirting with you. I think this is good/suspicious sign for you in real life! Hmm. Hehe!

  • 20150304-0632-Aside

    So in fucking early to work and am now sitting inside my car and waiting close to seven o’clock. Two workers area already here. I wonder if I could come here 0630 to beat traffic and go home early.

    Jackie is flexible. Philip said 0800. If go late, I still could scan live checks for deposit prior to bank closing at 1700. I couldn’t sleep and thought I could work early, forgetting that it takes only 30 minutes of travel time, even at 65 mph!

    Let’s see. Today will be hectic again. If the lockbox implementation will be pushed out a long way, I might as well accept this job as “permanent”. I rationalized that the company needs help and I need to get out the house.

    Here us a smack down of why I would like to work for this company.

    -Equal Opportunity for us stupid, crazy people.

    -Workload just enough to go insane.

    -Bathroom amenities of wall hooks for hanging my hat and accessories, number one hand dryer, lots of paper towels, lotion, and non-harsh soap dispensed.

    -Kitchen amenities of two water towers for hot and cold, the microwaves, a dishwasher, lots of paper towels, the types of recycling bins clearly labeled, two refrigerators.

    -Nice people who smile despite having problems and troubles.

    -Nice customers who area in the business of helping people in the health sector. OT and PT buying health-related products.

    I think that’s it for now. It’s time to go and fix my bad hair day in their nice bathroom and poop, too.

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  • 20150304-0419-Aside

    FUCK! I awoke, only to not go back to sleep! It’s these sort of times that make blogging ideal.

    Yesterday was Tuesday. The weather was crispy, clear blue skies unlike Monday’s freak rain storm during lunchtime and mid-afternoon with some patches of fluffy, puffy clouds of white.

    The staff’s meeting ended two minutes early at 1528, which is on the face of an ordinary click the mirror image of 0933. My courtesy Weekly Time email to him uncannily is sent at 0733 because the MS OUTLOOK leads 14 Add-Ons. Old Philip mentioned the words ‘magic’ and ‘bird’ to Rosemary.

    Again I hated talking and don’t like people. But for survival, I have to work while stuck in this human form and on this hellish planet. It was my turn to answer and I’d ramble out of frustration because I hate leaving daily or end of month work unfinished! I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes because I didn’t sign up for this crap!

    I wasn’t done processing the credit cards refunds for both the January and February returns (RMA’s)! So y’all better back off and NOT chargeback our account to get your money back! I already got one chargeback notice from MERCHANT SERVICES yesterday and knew immediately what that letter was without reading the countless pages. They dumped that crap load onto moi, atop cross-training slow-ass Mike to relieve my area. It’s a matter of creating the Debit Memos and pressing the refund buttons of the originating credit card information of which only the last for digits are shown.

    Atop that, I’ve got the EXTRA honorary task of monitoring three shared email folders (AR Support, Invoices, Statements) because old Philip knew that between Ty and moi, I’d get the job done, which would explain why Jackie and Cherie thought that I did an impressive (not exceptional, which is for mindless drive robots) job thus far to be considered full-time.

    No one wanted to touch the project of updating the Customer Master for creating new AR and INV to designate electronic invoices and statements, respectively, of which some customers are submitting their statements as remittance advices for check payments!

    Oh, I’m already having crap loads of fun messing up their stuff!

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  • 20150303-2332-Aside

    I’ve also been experiencing cramping in my lower extremities. Currently, I’m experiencing another severe case of Charley Horse in my lower left leg, the outer side.

    Earlier this evening, I’ve has VERY severe cramping of my left toes and on top of both legs, below the knees. I think I’m texting to something horrible. And I don’t know why.

    It’s 2336 since the onset of cramping. The spasm is stuck in my lower extremities as I stand after getting up from bed. Maybe, I’m dying or something like that. Oh well.

    Maybe it’s too cold. This morning was freezing. My car got some frost. But thanks to AJ CUSTOM DETAILING, the windows are amazingly clear as the frost doesn’t stick around too long.

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  • 20150303-2325-Aside

    For the past week, I’ve NOT been sleeping well! I’ve been sleeping two hours, then staying awake some four hours more, and then returning to sleep for two hours, before waking up around 0600 until 2200 at night. But I don’t feel tired! I feel frustrated, though. Hmm.

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  • 20150303-2206-Aside

    20150228-2240. Long awaited system shock to relieve my sexual tension by aligning my painful shoulders to painful neck, after lifting heavy Iron Mountain storage boxes from floor to closet inside a conference room this morning.

    2015228-1528. One celery, one meat ground, one giblets, boil, clean throw first boiled water, boil with salt, chopped goblet, sauteed onion, two bars of land o lake bitter. One stove top chicken, half crumb dressing, one can chicken stock. mix together. put in Pyrex. This was Mom’s stuffing recipe. I wasn’t excited about eating anymore. I’m forcing myself to show appreciation.

    20150228- 1509. Thunder sounded east hill from our home. DARK rain clouds.

    20150228-1354. A couple of minutes ago while setting up the ironing board, in the living room near the front entrance door, I heard Fox News televised commercial of Gilroy Premium Outlet. This is in sync with the prior day’s revelation of where I worked nearby.

    20150228- 0735. Two morning’s ago, at 0203, I saw a flash of light while viewing my dimmed smartphone. I was lying on my left side in bed. I was thinking a drone took a snap shot through the wooden blinds and quickly flew away..

    20150222- 1937. Mom talking to Edna about insensitivity of stupid/cRazy people. Her relatives scolded her about being alone, a new widow trying to cope without the help of her husband. Wrong information being bred by these nasty and mean spirited demons.

    20150222-1911. Loca Lolita followed my parents to morning mass at seven. She went right, unsure where they exited the parish parking lot. At 1025, I saw the daughter kicked the right rear wheel of the white Honda CR-V. I could tell it was her because if the straight, long black hair and thick bangs.

    Yesterday Friday, Cray also went to pick-up her garbage and recycling bins after I brought both into the side for Dad’s same. He was still asleep. I wanted to leave early for work.

    20150222. Saturday, Edith called mom and said that she was “matapang”. Edith is a crazy relative for using unkind adjectives when the person whom they’re calling is recovering from an almost fatal heart attack.

    20150222. Yesterday, Malou called Mom and said I didn’t find husband because I’m taking care of mom. Malou is a crazy relative, spent her movies of parties, almost lost her house from debt, and upsets Mom with unkind words.

    20150219- 1508. Southbound red white copter flew directly overhead.

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