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Well, I texted the British boss because he’s the only one that could log onto the laptop computer. But I don’t know if he got my message. I’ll have to call his phone number (per email sentry two days ago by the head hunter) but I keep getting roaming charge notifications.

So far, I love testing the data. But because the company is “small”, I had to bring my own mouse and pad! I’m not going to suffer bad eye sight from working with small prints from a small laptop computer!

Last night during a late dinner in which I walked in around 1930 after 1.5 hours of choir practice, the old soul claimed he knew the reason for the alleged “chemtrail” spraying.

I offered my version (as per my old blog entry) that “chemtrails” is a sort of “glass cleaner”, which allows for a “training ground” of those who are able to wipe the skies clean with their sincere/prayerful “thoughts”.

But what he stated seemed to make sense: “Chemtrails” provide anti-radiation, since most of the military-related activities occur with/in/around the “Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory“.

Also, there is a sign that shows: “North Flynn Road”. It points towards that general area. So I offhandedly told my OLD family (that’s if they were listening) that perhaps there may be a connection with moi – Flynn, the military, and “chemtrails”.

I kid you not! (A la “El Rushbeau”)

During yesterday morning’s mass, we sat on the second pew/in front of the asthmatic/Chinese/old woman.

A few minutes prior to the start of morning mass at 0800 AM, I was boosting the place with lots of prayers. I “rained” upon all “beings/entities” a shower of lighted reminders everywhere – as far as the edge of our known reality/dimension.

I then held up my “lighted candle” to those assembled within our local parish and caused them to “cough”. When I heard the annoying coughing sound being stifled in vain by the old woman, I then focused my boosting prayers to the “being/entity” affecting the host/victim.

Whoo! Hoo! The old fart started to cough uncontrollably with loud/congested spasms as I told the “being/entity” to leave her and return to the desert. I was concentrating/still communicating with it/them while I still remained complacent/calm but not gloatingly cocky.

Then my concentration was disrupted when the damn/stupid Margaret opened the mass with the “Entrance Song”. That’s when the coughing/spasms stopped. DO NOT DOUBT ME! (A la “El Rushbeau”)

Paw too has taken to the effects of my clearing. For example he would let out a cough or pause to take a breath or try to speak but in a raspy sound, like Maw who continues to spew frustrated anger/hatred daily and WITHOUT fail.

Watching last thirty minutes of DWTS. Loved the dancers, their outfits, the setting/lighting/whatever, and of course the personalities on and off scenes.

I really don’t mind the dancing themes and masonic/satanic symbols. Hadn’t been consistent following the performers/shows on American television.

Had a feeling that the fat/black woman would/did win. Jack, Ozzy’s boy, really improved on his moves. The others were goods.

Loved this British production and the British accents. Long live the Queen!

Has not much to say about my TEMP JOB FROM HELL! The whole day, I’ve “tested” the application and noted whatever needed to be documented, which I’ve entered into the “Comments” field.

So tomorrow at ten o’clock in the morning, I report to work again and hopefully will enter useful data. I want to leave at fine because the traffic is better but probably won’t go well since it’ll be prior to T-day.

I won’t fit into this company either. I missed cleaning the house and setting up the main X-mass tree. When I came home, the twosome finished decorating the family and living rooms!

I would rather NOT work but still need income!

To the Boss:

I was testing my resolve to observe if I could avoid ranting about your bad behavior! I know you received my text message that I won’t be able to join you assholes for ONLY one mass because I’ll busy “serving” the Lawd elsewhere. (Plus, the three of us plan to make our escape immediately afterward; so don’t look for us “losers”!) Bahaha!

Your Mom is okay. She was kind enough to “acknowledge” me from behind during the party last/Sunday night. I didn’t realize people got VERY angry at the droopy-eyed woman. I don’t know what happened exactly. Maw had to grab/stop a VERY perspective “angel” from screaming at that woman and told her that she is “crazy”.

I entered two blogs about my boredom that night – how I waited in the car for thirty minutes (until most of the 5PM people left) on the parking lot specifically marked for the handicapped ramp, how the twosome helped dirty their hands in setting up the taupe-colored/aluminum chair, how I avoided speaking with everyone, and how I enjoyed gorging myself with food, one of which had a plastic price tag in the meat!

Your Dad seemed happy, too. I was minding my own business and reading/hearing the karaoke screen when I glanced to my left. I saw him smiling and then he got up and left. This was after I adjusted his crooked collar. He said “Thank you.” And then I bounded off happily to seat myself at the “front” table with my back towards the crowds. (My old/recurring thoughts have been about my possible specialty in “geriatrics”. Hmm.)

Anyway, I’m glad your high blood pressure is going down each time we sing better. Perhaps the “happy” energy was spread around two days ago when I sat up front with your Mom because I noticed she seemed “withdrawn” again and I had to “snap” her out of her “deep thoughts” by scratching her shoulders from behind in greetings.

After the wise cracker rebuked my “insensitivity” (after I didn’t hold up the POOR electronic/scanned image of our “presentation” music to her during the fundraising last Friday night because I heard her say “It’s too small”), I took the extra effort that morning to re-scan copies that I’m sure she “needed”.

As for Saturday evening, you Mom wasn’t smiling when I came late again! I sat “away” from her initially and spoke with the woman who wears tight clothes. Her husband might be our distant/maternal relative. But the other member encouraged me to sit next to your Mom because we sang in the same vocal range, which made sense. Of course, I wiped her right thighs several times in greetings. I’m weird, sorry. She was happy and so was your Dad.

We avoided hugging each other because I told Maw that one of her arm (the right one) was limp while she hugged me in greeting during that fundraising event that prior night. I enjoyed myself and was correct about the different vocal styles of the kids – one more modern/urban and another more R&B/jazzy.

I don’t prefer any particular music genre but I am proud of our Hodge-podge of cultural misfits, who are great imitators. Unfortunately, I’ve yet to hear/see at least one of our kind that would be unique world-wide sensation. Other than that, we are all fugly monkeys.

I have much to learn in this “assignment” as my past/recurring thoughts come through again: It’s about how I have to learn to behave – to turn my frown upside-down so I won’t look like Thai, to share my music electronically (at least) because your Mom, for whatever reason, keeps forgetting to bring her music material, and to get along without summoning up my easily pissed-off nature.

So if you can see/sense my anger, I forgot what I was going to say. Never mind.

Huh,

Flynn…

Well, I hated my first gig from 1400 to 1730. The place is “free-willie”, meaning people are supposed to figure things out of their own. And so I sat there for one hour fiddling around with a stupid spreadsheet and a “test” application, which won’t go “live” until around noontime when I’m supposed to report to work. I sent two emails – one addressing my “concern” and another following-up to “acclimate” – to my “headhunter”.

This kid’s breath smelled really bad while he was cross-training me and i hope I won’t get sick. As a matter of fact, I blew out a green/red booger from my deviated septum/left nostril. I was messing with him because he looked like he needed a break to take care of his “personal” issue, which is why he had to take time off tomorrow and the following day. I don’t know if he’ll be back next week.

I played dumb and wasn’t understanding his raspy voice/bad English/soft voice. So he got frustrated/mad and wrote down the first three notes for me and I ended up scribbling the next stuff for my reference. He said that the Excel spreadsheet and/or test application are meant for me to see how the old version looked and the difficulty of how he cleaned up the crap. Thanks.

While pretending to work, I was trying to move music files between two accounts via my old/small smartphone unsuccessfully. I was able to create a new folder for Thanksgiving Day and Saturday evening (after receiving the line of songs from the leads this afternoon). After dinner at home, I managed to copy/paste duplicate music from my BIG/online/paid account to a faster/smaller/unpaid shared account. I had to move/rename the Respond and Acclaim folder.

So he interrupted me and I learned that the boss doesn’t like to be “bothers”. So I understand the frustration of the kid. Bahaha! Anyway, the boss is an old/profoundly malodorous/tall British with a big smile and individual teeth that are slightly separated. He almost looks like David Letterman to the baldness! OMG! I’m NOT staying here either.

But the wise cracker kept reminding me to mind my own business, do as I’m told without controversy, not to fix their little red wagons, to take my time to do my best, that everything is NOT cozy, except at home, that God made us to suffer so we could learn, to remember that I’m there to help and EARN MONEY! It’s a good thing that this damn gig is good for two days. Thursday is a holiday. I don’t know about Friday or next week.

The wise cracker mentioned that I needed to expose myself to more cooties and different personalities. No matter. The place definitely needs a boost of prayers and blasts of organic buzzers. Why? Because the “spirits” were trying their best to divert me! I parked in the handicapped lot with the twosome waiting for about one hour and a five minutes or so for $6.25, which could only be paid with a plastic card!

For twenty minutes, I got lost in downtown San Jose, CA! I had my GPS turned on but the damn directions were misguiding me to the a building ADJACENT to the parking area! I called the damn clueless receptionist and told her that I was lost and the idiot didn’t know the three major buildings that I rattled off! Fuck!

So I made it and signed into the 11/22/2013 page at 11:02 am. I crossed off “22” and penned in “25”, which the black lady placed after removing the incorrect/outdated pages. I messed the fat one, who probably answered my lost phone call”, because I misspoke the first name of my headhunter, who later decided that there won’t be an interview, except for me to fill out the re-registration forms.

Bahaha! So to TPTB and pals, thanks! I realized that I’m better at home, where it’s safe and comfortable. One fat/sick/white women kept coughing as she passed my desk. One white sedan turned on its headlights upon my exit out the back door because the main/front doors were locked! I probably set off the alarm! This was around 1740 pm or so.

Then, a highway patrol paddy wagon cut in front of me while I was making a U-turn towards the light rail intersection up ahead. It had its flashing/top lights on. The white man weaved slightly to the right behind a car on our right lane after the streetlight turned green. And then it weaved to the left while on the middle of the intersection to the left land and tagged behind a beige car, which pulled to the right sidewalk and had its hazard lights turned on.

Whatever it is worth, I really need a nice job that is NOT full of creepy toids! I really need to earn some money, too.

Stuck here again with a bunch of Filipinos. The twosome went to wash hands after setting up folding hands. Waited in MB E430 from 1735 to 1820 until I saw empty lot for handicapped! Hurrah! Now has hungry. Lots of potluck food but few people. Sitting down and waiting for noms! Kids running, elders yapping, noise building. Saw cancer patient and daughter, familiar faces, singers, too. Bored again. Freaking cold. Priest walks in. Back turned away to activity, facing “altar” wall. Paw to my right looking, notices Maw getting her serving spoons from three small trays of boiled veggies.

Got bored here, so blogging. Not talking to anyone from church. Listening to karaoke of mostly unfamiliar music. Female singing awfully! Had to fix collar of Boss’ old man. Wished WordPress hides the Blog name for the Android app to remain anonymous while blogging in public.

George Zimmerman, DeJaVu, Are Media Retrying Trayvon Case? (Crime Chronicle/FoxNews Live)

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My thought would be how Obamacare could be used to deal effectively with “loose canons” like George. If he really was “let go” as a police officer and if three women already complained about his bad behavior, then he needs a nice “vaccination” treatment to “reprogram” his violent nature.

Also, the racial profiling will always be a hot topic because the blacks really suffered more injustice than other races and that women, too, are being “poo-pooed” for suffering along/underneath bad men, like those whose hearts are misguided toward the dark-side.

“Time and space for more negotiation…” Barack Obama at The White House. (C-SPAN)

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Had a thought within same minute about “time capsule”. Earlier thoughts of dinosaurs and other species decimated by “giants”.

BREAKING NEWS: DEAL REACHED ON IRAN’S NUCLEAR PROGRAM (NEWS ROOM WITH WOLF BLITZER/LIVE CNN)

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Earlier thought while JOHN KERRY was negotiating: If y’all are truly advanced beings/entities, surely y’all would know how to clean up your mess/waste.

Do I make myself “crystal clear”?