Dear diary,
The Lawd Gawd blesses and he taketh away. First, Mom said I don’t need a job because I’m okay at home being a caregiver. Second, she said I don’t need a new car because I have access to two other vehicles currently parked inside their two-car garage. (I’m still waiting for the completion of my car’s paint job by the end of this week.)
So maybe I’ll be working because the other headhunter said that the client wants to bring me on board. Oh, well. I’m not too entirely happy about having to work because I’ve been under and unemployed since 2007. I’ve been working off and on since then and only through these two headhunters. I don’t actively look for a job on my own. I fail my job interviews.
Anyway, every freaking day, I’m kept busy. And this is karma since I really did NOT help around the house during my growing years. My parents never complained as they got their tasks completed. I recall hiding upstairs, napping and doing nothing. I don’t know why I did nothing and wasn’t fully awake.
I’m still NOT awake and have under taken the task of doing my best to hold my potty mouth and tongue lashing. Yes. I’m easily frustrated with a bad temper. I get impatient with myself and others, and don’t like being told what to do. I avoid asking help as a result and force myself to comply just because I’m going nowhere.
Yes, I have nothing to do but blog and complain. Mom said she is guided, which is fine because she helps my Dad and me to ‘think’ about what needs to be done. That’s too bad my Dad and I are too lazy to initiate stuff, but when we need to do it, we do it, sometimes on our own schedule.
For example, this morning, I needed to flush out the bird bath out back. I also sensed and took note of the calamansi dwarf tree and its deeply orange citrus fruits. But I couldn’t get to those two tasks until AFTER attending choir mass, hauling Mom to her continuance in heart rehab exercising while Dad and I walked around the park, and shopping for grocery.
After putting away most of the grocery while Mom prep the raw meat for storage in individual plastic bags and while Dad hides upstairs to poop, I hurried got into my day clothes and headed out back. I flushed the bird bath, got back indoors to borrow Mom’s HEAVY black, hooded jacket, and proceed out back to harvest the tiny citrus fruits.
More work was being done by Dad to help cook and clean up. Mom and I awoke from our mid-evening nap and Dad came downstairs to join us for a four-part series of YouTube videos on exorcism. Alot of it is stuff that I’ve already encountered. I wondered how they know what the Virgin Mary said. We were watching Alex Jones when YouTube suddenly switch us to the second of four parts. Weird stuff going on here! Hmm.
Yeah, so I work full-time to get some stash for buying more junk through Amazon Prime that I reallly don’t need and end up donating, it won’t matter. If I don’t work and stay home as as caregiver, it won’t matter still. What matters is how I survive being a idiot and avoid going to hell. I really need to learn more of Jesus Christ. Or did I? I know that’s in the giving of ourselves to the point of bankrupcy that we receive stuff. Karma, really.
Sincerely,
FLYNN B.
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