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Being retired is no fun when there is nothing to do at home but stay upstairs in front of my computer for most of the day and blog pretty much about boring events and other issues that do not serve the public, who are already too preoccupied about working hard for the rest of their lives by making payments on their air-head expenses beyond the basics of food, clothing and shelter.

I already have all three basic necessities for living comfortably and a paycheck is not necessary at this time since I have no responsibilities of families or debts. I find working the desk jobs in the corporate world very tedious, repetitive and not mentally stimulating for me. I especially hated being bossed around. But I suppose having a superior is a given in any work environment involving people or that team mentally.

Working the day jobs for forty hours per week (and for over ten years) does not fulfill my purpose at all. I needed to feel wanted by someone (like a husband for once in this current lifetime, if ever) or by a group (like team orgonite or my Catholic functions). I needed medical and dental coverage too because I am not paying over $500.00 dollars a month for the rest of my life for medical, dental and vision overages out of pocket!

I spoke with to my parents (during our morning breakfast at McDonald’s in Moffett Field, CA on Thursday, 07/06/2007) about doing something about my life after leaving my last full-time job two weeks ago. Several times I mentioned being a librarian because I like reading, not entirely books, but also organizing the shelves. It’s like a better shopping (or checking out, rather) experience when the books and periodicals are in their tidy places.

Also, since Paw and both my grandfathers served in the military of the United States, I wanted to represent my family and serve in the military too. For whatever reason, this has been something I could have done right out of high school. A recruiter actually called our same home number back in 1987. I thought I was being offered my first summer job! I actually went to the recruiting station located on the corner of McKee Road and Jackson Road. But that facility no longer exists at this location.

The Army recruiter asked what I wanted to do and I remember blurting out ‘traveling’ as my first choice. He went through this presentation about being able to travel and other positive venues to look forward while working in the Army. Then this tall, big white guy in his T-shirt walked into the office and I remembered him asking one other recruiter, ‘What can the Army do for me?’

I then asked myself, ‘What can the Army for me?’ I thought long and hard that maybe I was not ready for the military life and didn’t have the discipline to dress up in a stiff uniform and follow orders on command. My personality is too stubborn and unfocused back then as is right now and my being undecided on what career path to choose lead me from graduating (without honors) and working hard (without glory) to blogging (without stopping).

The restaurant was loaded with officers in full uniform of either all beige or all white. They all had colorful decorations designating their rank and specialty. I liked looking at the shiny gold-looking medals hanging from the front left pocket of the officers in beige uniforms. Some of these officers were red in the faces, by the way, as I blasted them with love. Others of my Filipino native tongue sat together. At least one kept looking in my direction. How cool is that? Once again, unity is not found here as I noticed segregation, like high school kids hanging out together with their kinds.

After doing today’s activities of eating and sleeping the whole day with one outing in the evening for going to mass, I decided service away from the Bay Area might be the answer to my calling (whatever that may be for me). So this evening, I viewed the Peace Corps. website and found a newfound possibility to make use of my mind, talent, skills and still have fun while traveling to foreign places, if ever. This means leaving home for the first time and away from parents who are fast becoming older each day.

I browsed the website and found that indeed full coverages for medical and dental are provided; but passing the physical examination based on the physical and/or dental records is required. I may not pass because of my high cholesterol, back and neck problems and overall muscular-skeletal aches and pains. I also wear corrective eyeglasses and wonder if this would affect my qualifications as well.

The applicant is left to find a place to stay, however, if I read this one paragraph correctly. And the commitment is twenty-seven (27) months of service. I found that speaking a second language is useful but not required. My understanding — (speak, read and write) of Tagalog, French and Japanese languages is limited. Anyone over eighteen (18) years of age is eligible to join this group. So that means an old fart like myself at the age of thirty-eight (38) could apply for any positions available.

The places that I may wish to volunteer my services are the Pacific Islands, such as Samoa, Tonga, Fiji and Vanuatu. While the familiar comfort of a Tempur-Pedic mattress system for a sound sleep each time is my priority, I may actually produce itchy, red hives from being allergic from any biting insects, especially mosquitoes! I may also meet my husband here and this might be interesting too because I have some sort of connection to my past life at these places as per my horoscopes but I do not remember.

After blogging about peace and unity for those who know my thoughts, joining peace outside of computer work is my new career. I may actually force myself to do something worth my time while I am able to use what is left of my good knees and hands. By applying now, I will take the next step and actually talk to people. Who knows? I may like being a teacher one day but I’ll have to work hard on speaking loud to be heard and talking clearly to be understood. Darn!

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