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From 3:30pm to 5:30pm, there was a mandatory company meeting, even for us temporary workers. Our badge ID was to the left of our full name and followed by a box, of which we check marked our attendance. There are 5,250 employees in Q310 compared to 7,900 in 2006. Gross margin and operating margin are up and the company is number one in their market base.

I must say, there were lots of older and taller people – serious-looking, scary reptoids. How do I know? After the closing speech by the CEO of the company, he made his way off the stage to “his left” and let a a couple of brief flicks of his tongue, just sort of in front of my intersection on aisle letter “E” at seat number “112”. I faked a tongue flick while still seated and clapping my hands.

As others stood up, ready to leave the slower traffic to my right, I took the faster traffic to my right where Theresa and her reptilian, white boss where walking. I didn’t like the face of that boss. When I turned my head to the left to look at the reptoid prior to the start of the event, I just sensed she didn’t seem happy that I stared at her. That woman had facial bumps just like the CEO.

I took pictures of the banners, mannequins wearing T-shirts and even the DJ. I was the only one dancing stupidly, or rather shuffling in my hot, red blazer which cooked me initially during the meeting that I sustained a post nasal drip, which made me cough with my eyes closed!

The food was cheese and regular pizza, croissant stuffed with spinach, pot-stickers with pork, buffalo wings (red), bbq wings (charcoal), mini-hamburgers with onion, and three more South Asian Indian food of chicken on stick and triangular-shaped crunchy stuff. Drink was the Santa Clara Convention water and carbonated soda, which I rarely touch nowadays.

The temp girl actually sat to my right during the presentation. I briefly saw the temp guy walk with his Viet people. The tall guy was talking with other people. I talked with the tall guy, Allen, who was kind enough to inquire about Maw and Paw and I of his new wife, Yesenia. I saw cute guys. One pause in front of me so I could barely see his name tags.

I really want to see this “Randy V.” He is a honest Joe, who must be rewarded lunch, Starbuck and/or the ring itself for his significant other for all I care. He turned in my missing, simulated diamond ring at the Securitas area where Roger, the cute, tall Chicano lad, handed me my fake bling of real 14K gold. I swear love his squinty eyes. His hair is grown in – much better. Maybe he’s a tongue flicker too but that’s saved for his girlfriend/wife, if any. Hehehe!

While lurking on the RSS feed of WM, I came across a OPEN forum topic and its description of persons who are spiritually unconscious as : “deaf-blind-mute.” That poster did indeed strike my interest and no necessarily my nerve.

That’s how most of us are: clueless. From the back of my mind and for awhile, I wonder why most of us don’t know our spirituality like those with “special gifts”. I guess we are beyond that sort of New Age thinking (including reincarnations) and decided to just separate ourselves from the rest of the herd and be at peace without the noise of participating in the pipeline, which over eons could become clogged with build-ups and needs to be cleaned out for maintenance and repairs.

I think that’s how the “unconscious types” operate – to step back and access any situation and to just observe and respond appropriately without fanfare and such. It’s a blessing really to be able to connect with each other without the headaches and other baggage.

“Are you okay? Are you at peace? Your guardian angel heard your prayers.”

~Maw to moi this morning upstairs prior to going downstairs…

“You are my guardian angel, just as I am someone else’s guardian angel.”

~Moi to Maw with a brief half-hug…

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Without the help of Maw and Paw, I would have been in distress for the rest of my life. I would have filed BK7. I would have gone after TPTB. But I chose to resign to the fate that if I really meant what I prayed and promised, then my hard work went to where it is supposed to – after ten slong years.

Of course, the twosome expect me to repay them back and I will slowly by paying their monthly bills (online), of course, with the hopes that Pete and pals will fulfill their promises and guarantees. For you see, they got their family, relatives, friends and strangers involved and there is nothing the Feds can do but “cover”, err, our “family business”.

Anyway, I feel that I shouldn’t accept their help and pay my own karmic debt out of my own efforts. But I see that it is to my advantage: I’ve learned my lesson about being OVERLY generous to the point of self-suffering, which is not good to the bearer of “bad news” in the guise of “good news”. My intention was to help but the documentations are for PERSONAL LOANS. Get it, now?

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After mass this morning, I saw on my car a bee! I took some macro photos of the bee. It wasn’t moving much and thought to offer it some banana for energy; so that it could fly back home. I accidentally poured a drop or two on its head, thinking that water and banana would be easier to such. But it reacted very weakly to the drops. I saw its probiscus tongue trying to eat the banana and to drink some water.

Then I decided to pick it up “gently” with a tissue paper and transfer it carefully to a nearby bush of tiny pink flowers. The bee latched onto a small pink flower and proceeded to drink of its nectar. I believe it will be fine. But that’s how it has been in my reality – to help those the best way possible and leave them to fend for themselves. I “felt” that it was cold because the bee appeared to “shiver”.

So to TPTB: while I believe in “fairness and balance” as well as the concept of unity and equality, somethings do not work out fine. There is still some struggling to survive. But in the end, we all die. It’s how the process from beginning to end that matters and the ability to alleviate suffering along the way that I’m more concerned about than results, which should be good, right?