Dear diary,
I’ve sinned again. With that said, I’ve burped after eating my pre-dinner snack – jalapeño bread! I’m watching a gamer screaming.
The whole days have been mostly scanning. I like it but I realized that I am also messing up this VERY easy project, which is probably worth half the pay that I’m earning.
At 1133 am a Division Director called me up to find out if the client said anything. I said that I don’t know and replied to her email later on that all I know is that I’m still working temporarily and that I like the workload and various tasks.
If y’all notice the double-digit numerical value, that would signal unto Evil Kitty that I got this temp gig from hell because of ‘them’ – the network is also to stick me with a union. Wow.
Anyway, after work I bought my daddy his frozen veggies. And against his fear of his damn kidneys and eating too much meat, I bought frozen meatball. I got pissed off at him again (my daily bread) that he’s in his eighties and shouldn’t worry and enjoy his meals – for crying out loud!
And so we are planning to call the smart engineer, who wanted my daddy to waive his rights and interests. However, based on whatever the attorney discussed with us, and after looking at the accessor’s market value, it’s NOT worth selling.
The lot belongs to everyone. But my daddy rebuilt the house. Therefore, he won’t sell and let it rot. I guess the smart engineer wants something that really doesn’t belong to her. If we wanna keep it, we might be forced to pay taxes and whatnots to keep the idiots quiet.
That’s what happens when y’all got relative whose mentality belongs back in the jungle. They think everything belongs to them. Selling the house and lot would render one family homeless and for what – USD1,000.00!
That’s right! The estimated market value from twenty years ago would be a conversion rate of one laptop computer. I’m sick of it and really don’t wanna communicate further with the bloodlines of thieves, including those islanders.
Well, I shouldn’t judge so harshly and felt really bad that I can be so mean, nasty and downright frustrated. I guess that’s how I got connected to y’all and this temp job from hell – because of ‘them’ – your network of spiritual thugs.
Sincerely,
Flynn B trudging along and wondering – hey – next Monday I’m getting my new tooth; so I can chew food stuff with no pain.
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