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Working temp job from hell on eighth floor doing A/P filing, while waiting for incoming mail of live checks. Pays HALF what used to earn. Has only 30 minutes lunch.

Now walking outdoors in shaded back part of building. Very toasty warm upstairs. Can see HWY 680 from desk. Supposed to be only Mondays and Fridays.

Near “National Holistic Institute” and “National University”. A sign for Evil Kitty to go back to school? Saw three short students in dark blue uniform holding thick manuals.

Finished yesterday’s entry of live checks into SAP Business One 8.82 (8.82.072 PL:09. It’s easy. All matching invoices, endorsing, and filing.

Getting pissed/projecting anger at rolling cart, keeps flopping over and not wide/big enough. Lunch bag too wide. Shoes too long. Not ideal as home where everything there.

Sent my “Proof of Income” to local county via email. Had trouble retrieving scanned images because “converter” results in blurry prints. So sent UI Notice and their Notice as attachments at 0830 am.

Came to work a few seconds within scheduled time of 0900 am. Traffic initially stuck then HWY 880 okay. Still ranting while driving and now while blogging. Endless.

Oh, was thinking about their kale garden. Lo and behold, saw two blog entries and the photos of their gardens! I guess they’re okay and was tempted to be a “pal” last night while updating the expiry date to a card.

I still have large/three bags of soil and beef manure to do for a transplant project. But now it’s cold. Maw doesn’t want the flowering plants to grow large. Hmm.

At 2046, almost ran over a raccoon! Was walking from apartment area across opposite traffic, through center cement divide, and there it was-crossing almost in front of my car!.Award quickly to the right lane and saw it turned around back up on the cerement center divide but back on its fast stride safely to the other side of single family residential houses.

Had ranted thoughts of cursing those running over animals (like a road kill near my local gasoline station) and letting them suffer losses of their loved ones as repayment. It so happened that TPTB and pals wanted me to kill.

But if y’all are alert and care how you drive at night while wearing eyeglasses that glare and looking through car windshield that glares too, and y’all know defensive driving, and have a heart to slow down, you’d avoid what could have been a major accident! This coon was huge! And I didn’t want the fine taste of fresh blood on my car! (Licking my fangs…)

At 1946, psycho divorced nutter flashed its floodlights once while I warmed my car and I quickly reversed my car while it wasn’t warmed up enough. I repeated over not too loudly out the opened driver side window: cracker head, nothing can fix your cracker head!

Taking break cool indoors/lobby after walking quickly for one minute outdoors in freezing/breezy air!

En route from front to side, saw pale/white girl in hoodie making hooting sounds as green sweat/dirty blond guy didn’t make much noise.

It didn’t bother me as I flashed a downward horn sign to them. I’m wearing turquoise nail polish, my metallic ear cuffs and normal business attire.

Got to go back to “work” or home. Whatever.

Unbelievable! Not only is the Obamacare messing up and the HealthCare.gov website still messed up; but Covered California has failed me! I have until December 7, 2013 to submit “Proof of Income” to my local county.

I called several times and could NOT get through to the damn GOVERNMENT! I placed calls on 11/26/2013 at 1429 and 1431 for 32 seconds and 7 minutes and 05 seconds, respectively; on 11/29/2013 at 1028 for 56 seconds; and today at 0939 and 0956 for 15 minutes and 20 seconds and 08 minutes and 36 seconds, respectively.

I had questions regarding my eligibility because TPTB and pals “found” me another job to “help” pay for some “nom-noms” this holiday season. Again, The total days worked in the year 2013 include three days last week and possibly for eight days this month. Wow.

The county mailed me a form for the employer to fill out an area when I was “terminated”. Oh, for heaven sakes! It’s a temporary/job placement agency! Gigs like these don’t come very often!

So, WTF do y’all want me to do? Sign up for Medi-Cal or not? Or shall I pay the IRS a penalty of $95 the first year in 2014 instead or not? Either way, income is very low and I don’t really believe in the healthcare insurance business.

Just finished reading Kenny boy’s “Latest Articles”. Read long ago about how this “ghost-writer” may be mistaken for my favorite “person” in disguise; since he loves the “Sun” so much.

Let’s put it this way: Had it NOT been for reading about the previous man-made event, a recent “intervention” may have had something to do with keeping my internet service “live”! Or else, “eye-bee-one-pissed-off” Evil Kitty!

Yeah, I was thinking of baby sun-shines. I love sun-shines! “They” make me feel all warm and fuzzy! And yes I want to work and earn some nom-noms but with “purpose”. What? How? Hmm.

Working temp job from hell on eighth floor doing A/P filing, while waiting for incoming mail of live checks. Pays HALF what used to earn. Has only 30 minutes lunch.

Now walking outdoors in shaded back part of building. Very toasty warm upstairs. Can see HWY 680 from desk. Supposed to be only Mondays and Fridays.

Near “National Holistic Institute” and “National University”. A sign for Evil Kitty to go back to school? Saw three short students in dark blue uniform holding thick manuals.

“pentagon considering closing commissaries aa part of cost saving plan” (happening now/fox news)

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Long ago, Da Squirrel got angry/worrie that his parents would drive to Moffett Field, CA for the groceries for over thirty years. He was concerned for their safety.

If that happens, I won’t be happy because I also get personal hygiene products, meat, produce, and other nom-noms for HALF-PRICE! This is how we survived during the growing years.

But I’ll miss the DeCA store if it goes. We missed the NEX1 and NEX2. But most patrons are elderly and of course not many shoppers have a military card or sponsors to let them in/shop.

Regarding those with “conspiratorial minds”, “they” “know” better than to offer specificity to a bunch of sheeple!

Humans will never understand because they are stupid and violent.

Humans can’t handle the truth and will defends their egos. They are easily given to distractions.

That’s why religion has been created to destroy their natural ability to detect bullcrap.

Humans have been dumb-downed to believe in nothing but prayers that will NEVER be answered by some invisible Lawd Gawd!

Yes, “The matrix has you…”
Yes, “Resistance is futile…”
Yes, there is a hell.

So off to hell, idiots! You demon-seeds can stay there forever.

Notice how twisted this hellish plant has become…

The celebration of death. Harvesting, really is killing and slaughtering.

Oh, the blessing and abundance! How thankful we are to live!

On Thanksgiving Day, the boy and twit can over for lunch.

He took photos of the X-mass decors out front.

I quickly pointed two cactus plants atop the bannister.

I sensed they were happy and greeted them.

But like must stupid and violent people, they ignore.

They forgot nature. They forgot beauty of life.

Instead, they focus their mindless attention on distractions.

They prefer electronic gadgets over the living.

They busy themselves with other dead souls.

I told the two cactus maybe next time the stupid and violent people will take time to say, “Hi”.

Y’all will visit my Tumblr.com site and notice history repeats itself with stupid and violent people, who are fair game on this hellish planet.

So while the “love and light” crowd distract others, many more abuse and violence continue. No prayers will ever work until stupid and violent people go away.

To the Boss:

Holy Cow! The coordinator doesn’t know WTF she is doing! She can’t possibly know ALL these people! I think we Filipinos are too polite to let each other know what/how we think/feel.

For example, per the December’s schedule, the lead and his wife were supposed to serve last Saturday evening. But they were already committed as ministers for a different ministry!

In another example, I expected her to know that I served your group on a specific time and date via a “contact form” of the main site that I submitted on November 8, 2013 to express my interest in serving for two more ministries.

I don’t know if our local parish informs the main “contact persons” of these emails. Even the ushers got lost and directed the crowd where to go with these new changes.

Anyway, I’ll have to email the stage-four cancer patient that I don’t want to serve those two extra ministries when I’m committed on BOTH groups. But I like taking a break!

For whatever reason, I did NOT have the normal “anxiety attack” while serving this simple ministry compared to “keeping up” with yours, which I feel is much more rigorous.

Anyway, after mass, a brutal audience got angry at me why I didn’t show up for your group today! His damn fugly face was clearly disgusted/pissed. But his wife said it’s okay as he patted down his left arm.

He and another chump also complained to us that only 35% partake in the “cup” and that he had to finish the rest, respectively. So this change is not “practiced” understandably by most of us paranoid-freaks during flu-season.

After my birthday dinner at home with my immediate family members only, the twosome told us that in the old days the priest was the only drinking from the “cup” AND facing AWAY from the people!

Earlier the wife complained to us that the group didn’t have time to practice. It would be helpful to know the tune, which most didn’t recognize or sing. She didn’t like the new “crap”. Whatever.

Also, I looked at your group twice and mouthed “too loud” and stuck my finger in my right ear because Thai sang out of tune/too loud! Someone should cut her vocal cords or at least the hanging microphone.

Although today’s cantor sang nicely and loudly (thanks to the microphone), a brutal audience noticed that she was NOT following the organist. Usually there is a particular “pause” for tempo.

I like the lector. She really had good diction and expressed each word with good flow. I tried reading a passage during the workshop but noticed that I stumbled horribly and couldn’t see the print well because of my bad eyesight.

I’m sorry for not joining you musical misfits. I really don’t miss singing anymore than trying this new ministry. I just want to get out of being committed to anything for too long.

Huh,

Flynn…