Tag: myStuff

Greetings, chumps!

I’m blogging on my new turquoise-colored Jelly Pro smartphone by Unihertz via Shanghai, China through a Singapore delivery system, which USPS left  tan-colored notice on 10/19/17. I found the postcard stuck among spider webs at the base of the front door.

Dad and I picked up the parcel the following day after meeting the event planner for two hours budget.

There was white jacked up pick up truck waiting by exit driveway and took off upon merging on little to no traffic. Once again, my spooks tend to make their presence known on a daily basis!

The three chaplets of rosary is almost completed at 2326. Blogging is difficult with a super tiny keyboard! But it’s worth the three months wait through a crowd funding site.

It’s now 2333 and I’m still wide awake from drinking two Tazo tea and one coffee from Hawaii after visiting Auntie Nadie, Gonzalo her husband, and Salina her mom in Monterey, CA today for five hours after one decade of no contact. They are distant relatives, by the way.

It’s now 2338 and the phone juice is at 80%. Good night.

FLYNN B.

Dear Diary,

I love innovation! Yesterday, my new LG 29″ LED WFHD 21:9 computer monitor arrived via UPS.com from BestBuy.com. It was discounted as an Open-Box item. The tall guy delivered it at night. He looked over his left shoulder after I said aloud, My toy is here!

I was thinking this was safer since we might not have been home. But we were home for the most after picking up Mom’s new three pairs of OLD eyeglasses for the price of one new pair. I waited the whole day for my new toy! My stuff are toys, by the way.

Anyway, I’m multi-tasking. And I have downloaded the OnScreen Control menu. I love it! Besides the Full Screen (or Mirror Display), there are three ways to spilt the screen! The 2-Screen Split has three choices. The 3-Screen Split has four choices. And the 4-Screen Split has only one choice, which I’m using! OMG!

Currently, I’m blogging on my new WFHD monitor while using my buttery-smooth, and lighting-fast MacBook Air. I was suffering for awhile with the SMALL screen and had a difficult time adjusting between my far-away prescription and my closer bi-focals, which I’m using well! OMG!

The monitor is currently sitting atop the box to my refurbished Nook GlowLight. I love buying refurbished and open-box items. They are still good and I’ve only wanted good products at reduced prices.

The box is sitting atop my bamboo riser topper, also from Amazon.com Underneath is the space for my Magic Keyboard and Magic Mouse. My bamboo riser has a nice horizontal slot for the Nook GlowLight.

Now I can read eBooks while blogging on WordPress. I need to pick-up the pace on my readings. I can read fast but because I’m being held hostage, err, being spiritually assigned to give HARSH care to my elderly parents, I can’t keep up.

Yesterday, I received a courtesy email from Amazon.com to return my Kindle Oasis E-Reader, which was truly light-weight. But I liked the Nook Glowlight because of its ‘balanced’ look, whitish bezel border for holding evenly in both hands while walking clockwise around the house, and for the various selections of eBooks and stuff.

So I forced, yes, I do get impatient and FORCE my parents to hurry up and join me. But Mom stayed home with her painful left wrist for one week. Dad and I went to the UPS store to have my product stuffed in a 6x6x6 box and sealed tight.

But I think they failed to scan my return label. I alerted Amazon.com via a generic ‘Feedback’ but NOT rather discreetly as I referenced the store number and receipt timedate stamp. Evil Kitty wasn’t happy.

So the new monitor is better set to the Aspect Ratio of Original and NOT Wide Screen, which looks wrong and blurry. Maybe I can put vertical stickers on either side of the blank spaces to the display. Sheesh.

My production will be done on the wide screen and the control panel stuff will be done on the Macbook Air. There is no sound on this stupid monitor and I will figure out if it is supposed to work at all. The dimming (sunset to sunrise) doesn’t seem to work on either the built-in display and this widescreen monitor. That’s another thing to figure out.

Now I have six views – the Double-Finger side swiping on the Magic Mouse and/or the toggle (Commmand + Tab) between the 1. full view of the WordPress app and the 4-Split screen on the LG monitor, and the 6. Built-In display of the MacBook Air. I’m ready to die now, err, sleep now! Praise the Lawd Gawd for new stuff! Amen!

Sincerly,

FLYNN B.

https://www.rt.com/news/406932-holocaust-denial-sentence-granny-court/

Of course, if she is telling the truth and y’all condemned any Holocaust deniers their right to this free speech, then y’all are gonna be in deep shit.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/gordonkelly/2017/10/15/apple-iphone-cancellation-new-iphone-touch-id-face-id-release-date-price-specs/

Well, in that case, I’ll wait for the new Face ID, which works like butter on my HP Envy laptop. I do NOT like password because the buttons on my iPad are TOO large and the snoopy thieves can see over my shoulders. I do NOT like Touch ID because my fingertips are toughened at home due to washing the dishes without wearing rubber gloves as protection against the harsh chemicals of liquid dish washing liquid Dawn, the relief giver to oil slicked critters.

Please stop delaying stuff so I can buy stuff!

Dear Diary,

Today went well. We awoke around 0730 AM and went to church around 1030 AM. There is a festival out back where the school grounds are located. I had to park on the pebbled lot. Singing in the main choir went well as some of the support system seemed to have disappeared – one couple off to their vacation in a socilist country and one pair off due to a loved one in the emergency.

I sensed nothing sad as I focused on trying not to pass out from donating whole blood yesterday at my scheduled 1130 AM appointment. I sat up front behind the president of a society. She had a cold unfortunately and couldn’t sing. I sang mostly alto but squeezed in the tenor. There’s no choir rehearsal this Thursday night.

After mass, we got the phone number and home address of Dad’s ‘bayan’ from Batangas, in the hopes of inviting them. But later on tonight, Mom said they don’t drive but take the public transit! In the middle of the exchange, the local politician spoke with Mom, who was sitting down at the VERY back rightmost pew.

But when I approached the scene, the bitch seemed to direct her attention to Cely S, the old lady with some dementia. The old lady greeted and hugged me. She said her son married someone for three months and got rid of her because she wouldn’t stop yakking. I told her my brother can’t seem to say, No to his Twit Wifey. Maybe he’s a hen-peck. Weak.

Anyway, Friday the ARC called to schedule me for next Saturday but since yesterday Saturday was so beautiful, I rescheduled and wouldn’t stop yakking with Raymond, who had to adjust the needle because my blood started to slow down midway. I knew he didn’t get it because it hurted. Then Maria T, who looks Filipino but is probably married to a Vietnamese finished me up.

So Saturday was slow. We waitied for ONE freaking hour from 0900 to 0950. The event planner had a meeting. Sheesh. So she seemed good enough to help my parents celebrate their golden year. I’m no good with putting things together and wanted to avoid conflict with the elderly folks and let them duke it out with a paid professional, who is Mexican but married to a Filipino. She has four children and two grandchildren.

Yeah, and so after the blood draw, Mom wanted to eat out. The Google Lady lead me back to Terminal B of SJC and I wanted a restaurant off Skyport. But the commenters back in April 2017 in a news article said that the establishment was closed due to investors, planners, and bad management. The workers, especially the chef, walked off the job. Some didn’t get paid their last paycheck. Sheesh.

And so I meant to blog about the traitors. I think in the Filipino language Mom doesn’t ‘tee-wah-lah’ (or believe or trust) certain parioshioners, who I’d label as my enemies – that local politician snot TBB, the old droopy-eyed braggart PVB, and Ate Ising have hugged Respondent in the past and in front of my face! They are NOT to be trusted. Instead of escalating the issues to the pastor, they entertained the bitch.

That’s why I didn’t care if her boy left the choir box. Good riddance. I expect his support crew of temporary plugs to an otherwise empty group to disappear, too. I really don’t care if they come back either. That’s why I don’t care for this place of worship or the Filipinos infiltrating my turf. I wanted to leave but since my parents are still alive I’m forced to suffer with these crazy losers.

It feels good to donate my blood. My iron level hit 14.3, up from 12.3, I reckon. So the 65mg iron supplement helped to boost up my ‘qualification’ to donate blood. I submitted my RapidPass but the WHOLE process took ONE freaking hour from beginning to end. I had to excuse myself to use the toilet at the ‘check-in’ station. A Mexicana with HUGE ear plugs processed me. There was another ‘rave’ girl in long BLACK braids. Her roots are blond!

And after mass today, we went to lunch with the boy. Mom didn’t feel comfortable near him. So I’ve taken on the responsibility to care for the two innocent elderly parents. Oh, Oh! Speaking of ‘prey’, I wanted to check the transaction details to Dad’s credit card via my smartphone but it wouldn’t open up! I checked on my main personal computer and this is what it said: “We’re sorry, but we are temporarily unable to show credit card account information. Please try again later.”

As per my predictive programming, I wanted to punish this bank by making Dad pay his bill until the last minute. Lo and behold, the assholes locked us outta viewing the details. I am forced to manually enter his credit card receipts via the MS Excel spreadsheet, since he outright refused to open up a blank register log for his convenience! Once again, my assignment is here and now. Blah!

Sincerely,

FLYNN B.

To TBTP and pals,

For three days and from Monday through Wednesday, I thought I got a nice temporary job from hell in a construction place of business. The location was within ten minutes!

Well, Mom got sick and missed me. And by sheer luck, the client had to reorganize her company but needed to wait for her boss to return from next week’s vacation up in Wyoming. I noticed that in my previous temp gig that was going through a transition between two systems, the client had their bosses go outta town.

In my incoming thought, I imagined this technique was to allow the hired consultants and the contact managers to do their jobs and to be as transparent as possible and without the need for the bosses to decide the fate of these transitions. I guess that’s how the bosses determine who can handle stress and pressure and how to identify goofs along the way.

Yeah, so I still have to review my notes from the other construction gig – Unconditional Release and Conditional Release and other liens. But I’m NOT gonna miss working a full-time job. I told Amy V yesterday that I tried to explore on my own and that the Lord wanted me to stay put, meaning that I wasn’t going anywhere and will show up for Sunday choir masses as usual, with or without the choir conductor.

The reason for this blog is that the construction folks have a severe sense of potty mouths! I told one co-worker that I have a potty mouth and their form of reptilian communication does NOT bother me at all. It’s good to have a bit of humor.

With that said, Mister POTUS Trump came from a construction background. So the liberal progressives do NOT understand the humor of potty mouths while on the job. And I guess the guy took his expertise in these jokes into his presidency. This was my main incoming thought for this blog – construction industry, potty mouths, and Trump presidency. Yup.

But the place is small and slow for some reason. I was able to finish entering new purchase orders for the accounts payable to process and Jeannie’s stack of timecard for the week of 10/02 – 10/08 within hours.

She said that she’ll keep me in mind and sent me off. I told my parents that it means they won’t need me. But they don’t operate that way until the notice is formal. I better fill out my timecard by the end of today Friday. Those three days will help to fund the $300 that I sent to my VERY smart cousing down under ‘Melbourne’.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B.

P.S. My full-time job is officially at home because Mom peed in her pants after the doctor’s appointment. She had a difficult time pulling down her pants at the public restroom and well, now I have to do laundry and iron two week’s worth of load. Brouhaha! It’s better than a data entry position.

To TPTB and pals,

Greetings and Salutations! It’s with sad yet GREAT news that the buck teeth jerk, err, my imaginary chocolate bunny, err, the choir director has passed away, err, will no longer lead our pathetic rag tag fleet of old farts, who can’t really read or follow music.

I came late a few minutes after 2000 and saw the pastor and him talking outside. I made eye contact and later shook hands with the priest and went indoors to join only a total of one dozen.

The priest had a downward smile as he explained the situation. But since I wasn’t wearing my hearing aides, I missed most of the shit. Plus, I was busy emailing three sheet musics to Amy V for her personal use only. It’s a good thing that I have an Unlimited Plan for cellular service. But I noticed she too is playing games.

I could barely hear what the jerk said as I sensed a slight sadness in the situation and I could barely see the red sniffling look on his nose. He might have said that he wanted that Saint Justin gig after the choir conductor left and that the others really wanted him and insisted to join them. Mom and others knew he wasn’t happy here, but was forced by his mommy dearest through Father Michael the soldier and engineer.

Anyway, the priest said that they cannot afford to keep a full time choir conductor and had requested if anyone wanted the open position for free. So far no one wants it.

An old sacrosanct mentioned to my parents and I long ago that the jerk just wanted the money. Whereas a true ‘leader’ or teacher doesn’t accept payment. The old leader who passed away was so dedicated that he lead or organized the readings and appropriate musics.

So in this blog, I’ll put out my request for a dedicated volunteer to join and conduct our small choir. In this way, y’all can ensure my safety in this public setting and shoot any offender who hurts me, after Alex Jones of Infowars.com keeps scaring Mom about attacks in churches.

During the transition, Kathy S has requested the elder and original leader to assume her rightful place on the conductor stand. I look forward to meeting a real master or jack of all trades.

Sincerely,

FLYNN B.

Well I’m early to work and sitting in my car blogging. Like yesterday, I’ll text the client to let me into the building because I don’t have an access badge outside of normal business hours. I like being early to avoid traffic and had no way of knowing if I was close to work or not. I can get here in under ten minutes.

Sadly the idiots want to trash their new software and I’m probably left without a job until further notice. I get Thursday and Friday off. So I called my recruiter after work if I’m still needed despite the trash. He won’t know until the client tells him or vice versa.

The interesting thing happened yesterday. Mom call around 1300 and reported to me that she was feeling dizzy this morning, barely made the ECG appointment after one hour and fifteen minutes on the road with Dad’s driving, and told me to call her cardiologist, who will call us back for Friday’s appointment. 

Dad and I bought Mom a new Omrong blood pressure monitor the 10 series BP786N model because we thought either the batteries or the monitor died. We used the CVS 25 percent off coupon.

I also bought two new fall Starbucks Coffee with my email coupon. She didn’t like the sweet taste.

It’s time to go to work but I don’t care and rather stay home and sleep late because of my parents. 

Behold! I’ve clocked in 6.45 hours today instead of the normal 8.00 hours due to the profane goof by the division director who sent me to the old building which was unoccupied though the lights were opened.

I arrived at the old building around 0550, ready to start work at 0600. Twice, I knocked on the obviously vacated building and left a voice-mail message with the division director, who returned my call around 0705.

After leaving the voice-mail, I called Dad who told me to go home. I left around 0605. I got undressed and napped until 0700 when Mom told me to feed her breakfast due to feeling weak. She was in pain the whole night and couldn’t sleep.

I told the guy that I’d show up for work at 0800, but arrived 0745. The ride from home was under ten minutes, ideal for us care givers to these stubborn elderly folk!

Jeannie H greeted me. She reminds me of Peggy Bundy of the American sit-com televised show ‘Married With Children’ from the hair to the high heels and holes in the off-shoulder outfit. I’ll be working with Eric S in purchasing and receiving. He’s younger. Brouhaha. 

It sounds like he wants to hire me full time. Peggy said ‘Oy, Vey’ after she inquired if I knew how to enter union dues which I didn’t know. I wanted strictly data entry and then some light stuff. But he was impressed that I knew how to navigate the LIVE – HVAC stuff.

I’m getting foggy brained lately and slow witted. After my temp job from he’ll, I managed to get Mom to her cardiac rehab program by 1645. Both Dad and Mom seemed slower today and in pain, Dad silently, Mom verbally to the attending nurse.

Anyway, below are the attached images of their amenities from Chicagoland of course. Mom said I’m lucky but I am hoping to last for awhile. I know it’s a boring job. And I need to replenish my stash of $4,000 so I can buy stuff.

http://www.foxnews.com/travel/2017/10/08/minnesota-airport-protests-super-bowl-flights-because-anthem-kneeling.html

OMG! SERIOUSLY? Once again it’s fine to stand and kneel! Just don’t lie down on the job, except when injured and being hauled away on the gurney. It’s all in the game – the freedom of speech. Good luck!

1. Do you approve of President Trump?

Yes, if he can keep his promises.
No, if he can NOT keep his promises.

2. (Optional) Please explain why you selected your response.

Well, I don’t think y’all need anyone’s approval. If y’all know you are doing a good job, that should be enough validation. And I’m NOT sure what areas of approval do y’all expect – the outcome, the time and effort, the presentations and proposals, what, I don’t know.

https://gop.com/official-weekly-presidential-approval-poll/