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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”

“I am the first and the last, the Alpha and Omega.” So says the Lawd Gawd.

The last letter of the alphabet is a sleeper. Hardly anyone uses words that begin with that letter.

But when that least among its brethren awakens, it’s gonna be a big bang!

Whatever.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Study Abroad.”

I’d go to the moon and learn how to build crystal cities or to Mars and learn why there are strange rocky formations or inside Middle Earth and study the different species in existence.

But I’d like to go to Los Angeles and learn surfing and boogie boarding and how to loose weight and get a nice tan, too!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Set It To Rights.”

1. Hire a team of lawyers to kick the butts of those fat bastards.

2. Get a few tattoos and loose weight.

3. Be friendlier.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Too Big To Fail.”

I’d walk on waters, heal amputees, wipe away tears, fly through the air, create a whole new world, etc.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I’d Like to Thank My Cats.”

I ‘d like to thank God for being kind, loving, and merciful. I’d like to thank my family for their support. Above all, I’d like to thank the good folks who allowed me the opportunity to exist.

The award is for being the best soul I could ever possibly be…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “We Can Be Taught!.”

A teacher can be forcefully harsh, like Philip toid at work, and straightforwardly brutal, like Mutha Fucka at home. Both are highly intelligent and are impatient with those who can’t keep up with their sharpness.

But a great teacher steps back and allows the student enough room and time to learn and when necessary, offers constant reminders for the student to stay on track. These are subtleties, the inner voices, guidance, and other messages that come forth as little inspirations.

Usually the obstacles, challenges, and shortcomings are symbolic signals to the student that such chosen paths are NOT conducive to the growth and development and are meant as such to be avoided.

A teacher teaches by example. I’m surprised at myself, too, that I don’t always learn from others students as a reciprocation of their efforts to learn. The hardest lesson is through experience, period. But each lesson was never meant to harm or endanger, just enough to wake the student to realities that all is not unfortunate.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Have Confidence in Me.”

I’m confident in my AR skills and singing talent. However, I would like to be better at communicating and socializing skills and teaching what little I know if everything, such as Excel shortcuts and other crap.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Time Capsule.”

Garlic! I love the smell and taste of garlic. I work near garlic.

The nearby VTA/Bart construction sites offer the sulfuric smell of garlic too.

So it’s garlic in my time capsule.

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.