Dear diary,
For the past few days since missing the recruiter’s email on 2/13/19, I’ve been fixing my resume. I liked to be VERY detailed and submitted 13 pages! Then another recruiter said that he’s there to help (with my resume) and never did hear from him again.
So I submitted my ONE-paged resume to my main recruiter a few minutes ago. It’s 20190218-0122 and I submitted the revised version due to a freaking TYPO to another recruiter. Oh the joys of NOT really figuring out what to do or what I really want outta life.
Anyway, I’ve been editing the whole of today. The weather was sunny. Alas, I was too busy sitting down and editing my resume while my back was turned against the opened south-western window where I can see the fluffy puffy clouds of white against crispy clear blue skies. I could see a little brown birdie atop our fence as its territory probably includes the HUGE sycamore trees across MY long stretch of road.
My daddy and I attended mass as usual. He struggled to get into his attire and I had no choice to but help him. He sounded much louder for the familiar ones. But with time he will get better. I noticed that he is slowing down but he has mysterious sped up today because he didn’t wanna be late, walking and being seen struggling by other humanz.
He wanted to visit but I refused as I already made my peace. And besides the rain made visiting NOT auspicious and for the fact that the sunshine was NOT strong enough, though we would have sprayed down ourselves with the blessed rock salt and water – half boiled and room temperature.
We ate our leftovers and successfully enjoyed our mung beans and ham hock, which my daddy insisted is pork shank. Whatever! It looked and tasted the same! That’s the kind of bickering we would daily. It’s another reason why I couldn’t let the other one come back home to our bickering – no loud and violence – just annoying crap between two stubborn minds.
And so that’s my life – blogging, editing, reblogging, eating, cooking, bickering, washing and drying dishes, doing laundry, vacuuming parakeet feathers, seeds, poop, and other dirt and debris, attending mass and singing at two volunteer gigs. I love it. I complain because that’s it.
The only new stuff is reblogging other blogger post, especially this Q Anonymous phenomenon, which probably is another off-shoot of agents trolling the humanz. And what else. Moving, dusting, wiping stuff down. Umm. Ranting and whining.
Wow. That’s it. The end. Good night for now.
Sincerely,
Flynn B sleepy now. I’ve been having better sleeping patterns when I eat close to my bedtime. And I guess I’m eating better and my body isn’t retaliating as aches and pains. Such insufferable humanized experiences. Amen.
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