Dear diary,
My blogging days are numbered and rightfully so. I cannot continue to rant as I used to. There is so much more to share than my problems.
As mentioned, I cannot stay anonymous forever. In two previous blogs, I had signed off my true first and last names only to change it last minute to Flynn!
I was on a roll emailing the executive assistant of our event planner and would get in the habit of signing with the normal closure of: Sincerely, F… B… I just wanna maintain consistency and professionalism.
So when I got finished emailing her, I blogged and signed off, forgetting to stay anonymous! Mom told me last night what am I trying to hide or why am I hiding?
Duh! I’m my own worse enemy! I’ve got lots of baggage that needs to be unloaded!
So a few minutes ago and after having reblogged a YouTube video about The Great Man Made River in Libya by Mumar Quadafi, I saw the old prayer with my real first name referenced therein!
Alas, the Lawd Gawd said: Behave, Flynn! That’s a sign for all of us, not just for Respondent but for the sake of those harmed and such.
That was worth five big ones of administrative stuff to get that piece of paper – good for five years. And the organization boss of the helpful ones has the same religion as that ‘friend’ overseas. Small world.
Yeah, so maybe I should follow the simple rule of thumb, keep it cool and don’t publicize anything that would make Evil Kitty run away in embarrassment. Words meant to kept behind closed doors and buried in sand must not be known.
Oh, and after researching the potential client, I read aloud the names of The Board. Oh, they are totally disciplined and homogeneous. But the can get the work done ‘JIT’ (just-in-time).
Later, I read their heavy handed ‘Code of Conduct’ online. They used lots of must, shall, and all that stuff. With that said, I’m done. I don’t think I’ll pass tomorrow’s interview.
I forgot what Mom said while tucking her in for the night: You can stay home. Her eyes seemed glazed over in the past few days. Sometimes she looks healed and glowing. Other days she looks worn out.
Well, I know what I outta do tomorrow, despite being under and unemployed. For a cup of water, the price to be paid is worth trillions more. I didn’t promise anything, maybe trolled.
But if I don’t do whatever, I’m gonna feel haunted, bothered, burdened, guilty, hungry, thirsty, hot and sweaty. Yup! So maybe one paw might do and then another paw.
But that’s insane. I don’t know if I should or could though I’ve done so many times. Am I scoring points? No! I really meant to do what I felt was correct. There’s no turning back. I guess it’s a HUGE project that one person shouldn’t do alone, feh?
Hey! My smartphone would turn off its screen while I’m in the middle of doing stuff – 20180604-0128! It’s a sign to get off the phone and sleep. Okay, God. Thanks.
Fuh B
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