Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

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  • 20070531-Daily Diary

    Today is gray and cloudy. The weather itself reflects my health condition. I’ve been feeling stuffy in the ears, nose and throat since around 04:00PM last Sunday, 05-27-2007 after walking outdoors under the sycamore trees with Cunning, a close friend of Twit and a Realtor with an office in Fremont, CA.

    I started coughing as if chocking on something while both of us were in the living room and about to leave my home. This was after Paw called from the party over at the home of Brat.

    I’ve been coughing, obviously, to annoying co-workers a few minutes ago and all of yesterday. The venti, green tea latte of $3.25 from this morning is helping to sooth my coughing spells. A Benadryl from last evening dried up whatever allergen may be contributed to my ‘flu-like’ symptoms.

    The boogers are clear and I believe is really allergy related to dust, molds, weeds and grass that I inhaled from the air last Sunday. I should really get out more often and boost my immunity. There is really nothing wrong with the outdoors. I happen to prefer indoors.

    As a result, I cannot step away from blogging upstairs and at work. But this would be considered my break time; since we are not allowed to update our system until further notice.

    I could call in sick because I do have lots of paid time off hours but am not contagious. I wonder if the co-workers who cough around here are contagious. I do not know or care.

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  • 20061122-Sign Changes

    At 11:30AM, I was upstairs in my bedroom getting ready to go to work. My reason was to come to work around noontime today because I had to drive ‘Kali-Maw’ to ‘an appointment’ per my email my supervisor, ‘LeNavel RedEyes’ yesterday.

    I woke up around 07:30AM, used the bathroom, went back to bed and got up around 09:00AM and logged online to read my favorite forum threads authored by ‘Secret Hose’ and ‘Inna Nookie.’ Both are quite connected in this unity crap. I know because my head and ears are felling full as I entered this blog at 10:51PM on 11-22-2006.

    So I went downstairs, greeted the parakeets, washed and filled their tray, and boiled my noodles. I heard ‘Kali-Maw’ and ‘Shiva-Paw’ via the sound of the opening garage door. I just finished hosing down the strainer and greeted both. Then as ‘Kali-Maw’ dressed and as ‘Shiva-Paw’ untied his shoelace from the first step of the stairs, I chewed down my watered-downed and now cooled noodles.

    I didn’t have anything on my agenda and took ‘Kali-Maw’s que as the first step. We went to the garage and began to dig around near the shoe rack. We folded my gray colored cover for my Mustang. Then we pulled the box of fake X-mass tree and the plastic containers of village houses.

    ‘Kali-Maw’ complained about ‘Shiva-Paw’ not being cooperative and I understand because I too am an X-mass grouch – bah hum bug! But we started with the main tree in front of the main window. ‘Kali-Maw’ wanted to prop up the tree with a stool but angrily removed the stool after seeing how ‘Shiva-Paw’ struggled to make it centered and how the tree looked better on the floor instead.

    ‘Kali-Maw’ did the decoration of silver and white on her tree. And I started my second tree, which was near the altar of the dining room. This was my idea and would be the first time we had two trees in one season. What joy I had in my discovery!

    So I got my stool and pulled both the 4.50 feet tall X-mass tree and another from the cabinet above the Mazda car. Mine was easy to assemble with the lettered tags for each layer – D, E and then F. I had to uncurl each branch and felt how each one should be ‘naturally’ opened.

    The decorations were my old felt and embroidery project back in the 70’s and these were hung on the front. ‘Shiva-Paw’s picture is near the top of the tree. The other decorations were small silver bells, metallic snowflakes, three kinds from ‘Lean SaladWash’ of my current work, and others like an M&M figurine, one plastic candy cane, two plastic hearts of white and red, etc.

    I was finished around 11:15AM and had to get ready for work because I decided to stop and buy my venti-sized, Peppermint Mocha in soy milk and without whip creamed before work. Before I left I saw the city worker of a very dark-haired, ‘white-man’ changed two signs on one of my road.

    At 11:32 he was finished with the 25 Speed sign of black against white. His next one was the STOP sign of white against red. This is so stupid because the roads needed to be repaired throughout the city. What a waste of taxpayer’s money!

    I worked until 04:15PM and managed to get my work done. I found ‘Fancy Soul’ being helped by the asthmatic ‘Toad Soup’. Tod had to show the stupid boy how to fold a simple box for off-site storage of our departmental files. Our supervisor mentioned he should follow instructions written on the box.

    I was asked by the brat how long it took me to learn how to fold the box. I said thirty minutes and on my own. But that was an over estimate and felt maybe it should not have taken more that ten minutes. I am curious why the supervisor still keeps both temps – ‘Feign Hurts’ and ‘Fancy Soul.’ Both are not bright in accounting but social chatter boxes nonetheless.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061027-Eyes Sleepy

    I felt tremendous sleepiness after 01:00PM while sitting at my desk at work today. This was after eating lunch of chicken in soy sauce. ‘Kali-Maw’ cooked this meal and I ate two chicken legs with lots of rice.

    I felt like wanted to close my eyes, which I did. And I think ‘Legg LaCigar’, the computer support who sits nearby, saw my eyes were sleepy. I was soon awake after drinking one can of sweetened iced tea and my third cup of coffee.

    ‘LeNaval RedEyes’ our supervisor has left at 02:00PM to pick up her daughter. ‘Fancy Soul’ and ‘Toad Soup’ left around 02:45PM to attend the fourth quarter meeting. ‘Feign Hurt’ and I soon followed. I was not in pain while walking to the place and with my heave black purse strapped across my shoulder.

    We sat there for a good one and one half hour from 03:00PM to 04:30PM. I talked with some strangers from the billing department and clapped my hands as needed. I noticed ‘Feign Hurt’ would yawn to signal me to shut up. As a result I would not attend her stupid party at home on December 8.

    I saw two of my pictures flashing across the screen – one alone and one with ‘Super EyeStar’, the founder of this company and the temp, who no longer works at this company. After all that has been done and said, I tried to eat and drink the food provided. But I left around 04:45PM.

    As I walked, I reviewed and listened to three new messages – two from my contact person and one from ‘LeNaval RedEyes’. I left my brief voicemail message to him and slowly walked with much heaviest from the bag and from sitting too long at the meeting.

    I am not sleepy now and probably had my fill from dinner tonight to keep me awake for a bit longer. I do not know how else to proceed. There is much to do.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061025-Stupid Discussion

    Well, here we go again with the people at ‘Ex-Ball’ targeting me. There are various incidences here that seem to go unreported or unnoticed by people who are in turn with their environment.

    Some cough by passing by my desk everyday, like ‘Toad Soup,’ (an Italiano who works in facilities department); sneeze, like ‘Upchuck Red’ (a white guy who works in facilities department); annoy with stray comments, like sales people near the elevator and disrupt, like ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ (another Italiano who works in the finance collections department).

    From 02:00PM to 02:30PM today, I met with ‘Matter Mole.’ She is nice a ‘Crys-Tian’ and understands the concept of being assertive and sited examples of her life where she stepped up to strangers to correct their alleged wrongful behavior in public. She listened well and took notes as I babbled to the best of my Americanized language.

    The ‘Smith’ conference room was near the sales department and they people were listening. I didn’t make myself very loud so they wouldn’t hear. The ‘idioms’ at this company know I hate them for being so stupid too. My quiet and shy behavior makes me more easily misunderstood to these loud mouths. And they do no realize the nature of accounting and how certain dead zones are not supposed to be noisy. Every pennies count, by the way.

    So after thirty minutes of airing out my issues, she would speak with ‘Log Nelson’, the boss of the turd I keep mentioning in my now deleted blogs. I wonder if the people from HR would speak to the actual stalkers elsewhere that I have yet to mention. Those who could access my blogs in private mode already have their targets named by me. I am a whistleblower to certain but a discrete one. I am security minded yet freedom of speech is further limited recently, I’m afraid.

    My other stalker has been ‘Fancy Soul’ who works in my department. After he revealed his non-blood relation me, the nature of our working relationship has never been the same. My visible abhorrence to him has been felt and noticed by him. I have snapped at him and he has snapped his fingers in my face. He has chewed an apple in my ears after reading my blogs about him.

    As a result, he has already reported me to ‘CarolTwin DaZit’, who was our former boss but now has quit the company since 09-15-2006. She tends agree too much with the boy to further confuse is state of mind. His being a ‘Crys-Tian’ does not make him a better person either if he continues to disrespect his seniors at work, like ‘LeNaval RedEyes’ and me.

    His uncle is married to my blood auntie. The couple has disrespected my parents this year on Mother’s Day weekend. By the way, his uncle also clobbered his daughter, my first cousin, for doing substances. That tells you how they handle difficult problems.

    His uncle has this high ego just like ‘Fancy Soul’ does. All they talk about is money. ‘Fancy Soul’ assumed I had money and quoted out of the air that I may have $100,000.00. He justified this because he thinks I live rent free with my parents in an already paid off house. He further wanted help from me and this further strained my working relationship with him worse. He does not know when to shut up.

    He suggested I buy a house in Las Vegas for investment and has a cousin who could help me get a property over there. His uncle wants to sell the first house where his only daughter lives. This means the girl would not afford to raise her family of two kids and a husband that looks similar to ‘Fancy Soul.’ I should tell ‘Fancy Soul’ I changed my mind.

    I do not understand why certain people have targeted my path. ‘Matter Mole’ explained that some who are open to criticism and willingness to learn from their mistakes are free from fear and don’t have any need for ill feelings. This shows that the company could have a big file on anyone and still get nowhere. Like ‘Dung Heap’, the manger of my supervisor named ‘LeNaval RedEyes’, ‘Matter Mole’ wanted to find out what I wanted.

    Of course, I was prepared for this inquiry and responded to her, ‘whatever is right.’ I wanted justice. But this place, like so many big companies, play safe and find out what happened to be between both sides. I told her I intended not to do anything with the turd and that was my strongest statement. I wanted to make her realize that the turd had better not be projecting his problems with his now divorced wife on me. I did mention I was concerned for my safety.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061023-Stupid Siege

    There are certain people put into my path to either teach me greater lessons in life or to annoy me, truly. The annoying part is to learn that those who seem freaking overly friendly with me are really asking for trouble. They know not whom they have crossed. And that is me.

    This includes certain flipping moles that happen to work with me. One works nearby and she mentioned too many of her ‘friends’ being up there on the ladder of opportunity with her high-brow talk. This was overheard in a conversation to another co-worker while they walked behind me after we three bought our lunch to take upstairs.

    She mentioned seeing one co-worker walking and bicycling around in his area and where one of her ‘friend’ happens to live. This is supposed to be an expensive area. And I’ve noticed how she would tell stories of how she has friends and an older sister who have money.

    I hate people like her, who put themselves among people with money. I do not feel comfortable with fakers like her. I don’t care if she happens to come from a certain ‘Europhile’ background because I could sense her pride for being a ‘mixed’ breed. She brags about that side of her too. Mutts like her are really confused to me, at least.

    Now I play the subordinate role to her – my immediate ‘leader’ in this stupid company, although I am more senior than her. I believe a co-worker has told me the truth about her being a liar, too on Thursday, 10-23-2006. I mentioned this incident in my previous blogs regarding that stupid meeting on Friday, 10-20-2006.

    Once again, she (like others in this stupid company) would use me to make a big deal on certain processes and policies. This includes attendance, which used to be flexible hours. I feel like not being cooperative with these losers because I could sense they are trying to assess my loyalty as a slave unit.

    I won’t stay at this company much longer and doesn’t care if a nearby co-worker takes my job. He already knows some of my work and the process is really easy. I already expressed my being tired to him about my workload, this workplace and stupid co-workers.

    Last Friday, I did tell the lead how I am not afraid of losing my job, which is so true. I don’t care about working hard. In all honesty, the work we do actually ends up as lots of compensations and bonuses to those above us. Can’t you people see why people should not work hard for nothing and with annoying people?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061021-Fly Rabbits

    Aaaiiieee! I’ve been reading more long head articles and came across one of my many teachers. I saw the first three letters of my first name. I saw the word ‘mirror’ too. As I continued to read the articles composed by this forum author, I looked to my left and towards the double closet made of glass mirror.

    At 09:38PM, there upon the mirror was a fly! The fly was black in color. I ran up to it and said, ‘Hi!’ Then the little one flew away and I do not know where he went. I thought to myself that my smell of un-showered self for many days has scared the little one away. I sat back in front of the computer and decided to enter this blog.

    P.S. I am still processing the long head thread of this particular forum topic and my mind goes: Aaaiiieee! The first question that appeared in my mind was: How many ‘white rabbits’ must I follow to arrive at Truth without fear or hate?!? Aaaiiieee!

    P.S.1. For the losers, there are none. For the winners, you have found me. Now please let us learn more from each other. I learned this truth on Thursday – not to hate anyone as a person or blame anyone for their actions or behavior created by fear or hate. I am learning many lessons both at work and at home.

    P.S.2. Aaaiiieee! My missing black fly flew over my head at 09:59PM. Is this one of my many teachers taking the form of flies? I know my watchers are co-workers, friends and family members. Where do I go from here and now? Aaaiiieee!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061020-Stupid Meeting

    I am dismayed to find out that indeed Filipinos are notorious for gossiping. Once again I am the last person to know that three of my own kind has shared each others’ private chatting messages without care or the realization for the repercussions. But I have done my fair share of gossiping.

    This was out of frustration for working here alone for 4.5 years. These new people have encouraged and influenced me to do the same gossiping about other people via chatting. Before the chatting services with all these dark-haired people up and down my aisle and before the company expanded to a much larger monster with internal grumblings of endless hunger, there was peace (for me at least).

    I enjoyed being alone and my own department AND I got my job done without complaints (in and at my face) from other slave units. There was no such thing as getting in trouble by blaming each other. Hours were flexible! Now there is no peace but psychological war between the old and new work units. Because of the 404 and Sox compliance, we have limited freedom now.

    And to my surprise, I actually found my early arrival at work around 08:00AM as part of the psychological warfare to conform to business standards. My goal was to compose four short pages of my daily tasks in fifteen minutes for this stupid meeting. I have so many versions of procedures for different people floating out there that I’ve deleted all older ones because my wordings change each time.

    This stupid meeting once again was a joke to me because I’m still stuck doing most of the work! While the new people continue to flap their blow holes of hot air into my ear holes; this slave unit left out certain data to her favor and not mine. I learned that once Filipinos are caught or confronted; they lie and deny through their teeth.

    She claims to have forgotten (yeah, right) why I took off on Tuesday when I already told ‘her’ twice during a meeting last Friday and around 06:00PM on Monday before she left work. I visibly got pissed in front of her boss and told the both of them that the email has an ‘out-of-office’ message as a clue to all co-workers as to why I was not at my stupid desk the whole day!

    I hate them both for using me. I believe my presence was to justify their new stupid decisions – to email requests for taking vacations or sick leaves instead of verbal notifications. I have a feeling there may be incidences elsewhere in the company and by certain individuals who do not notify their ‘siege,’ I meant, their ‘lead’ of their whereabouts properly. [You know who you are, by the way!]

    P.S. I too may not last long under this new regime. I am saddened but that’s life – stinky.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

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  • 20061019-Stubborn Student

    On Thursday, I’ve received a load of one-sided (but probably truthful) hot air from one my ‘watcher.’ And I didn’t know how to say, ‘Stop! You are giving me such a headache!’ I suffered in silence. The unfair part was me being caught in the middle again.

    My fault was not to provide honest feedback of my limitations to fulfill the role of receptive listener. My brain tends to drift after a few minutes. And no matter how much effort I try to hear and understand the troubled person, I might have said the wrong things (as usual).

    I wasn’t in the mood and too busy at work to debate with troubled people, who tend to make their troubles mine. My forte is not providing better guidance to those who seek. I, too, seem to throw lots of hot air around as my reflection in others. But I know when to stop and shut up, too.

    I realized that I cannot help everyone verbally, truly! I didn’t know how to stick to issues discussed but rather found myself entertaining their versions of reality. Everything is a game – politics or not. And I was not having fun with my lessons from this ‘watcher’ in the late afternoon prior to 03:00PM.

    I realized that most people have crossed my path to teach me vital lessons in life. The lessons are meant to hurt sometimes and I could only ask forgiveness for not knowing better and overrating myself.

    I’ve learned that my timid voice cannot be heard for this current lifetime. No amount of positive or enlightened reinforcement from any ‘watcher’ would override my karma – a very bad, potty mouth, which continues under my frustrated breath while working in front of an inanimate object – the computer.

    Computers provide lots of visual, audio and my favorite articles to keep my brain sharp and my senses entertained. My other sources of learning material are from two units who have been bickering recently. Both are valid in their own rights and in their versions of their own truths.

    Unfortunately, I do not believe either one and refused to play the middle person, if you will. I cannot be too close to them ‘friends’ when my time comes to leave this stink hole either. This is another reason why people misunderstand my being aloof as being a ‘beach’.

    No bill signed by our ‘elected’ leader could protect me from the truth that people have problems of their own that are not meant for me. There were, however, two other co-workers who that tried to interrupt the conversation between my ‘watcher’ and me after, say, thirty minutes.

    Perhaps they noticed some anomaly occurring in my area because people hardly talk to me and probably the nice cameras mounted on the ceiling nearby has observed the status my security. I did notice the whole place got really quiet as he made himself heard loudly more than I could in public. As a result, I remained very quiet the whole time.

    I am a stubborn student indeed and prefer to keep the status quo and not ruffle the feathers of those who are more tenured or senior in any working environment. I am trying not to play stupid and have observed the fearlessness of my ‘watcher.’

    He has demonstrated to me that anyone could be heard, if given a chance. Changes need to be made at this place. But, like so many other establishments with cogwheels that are not well greased, the changes seem to occur much slower.

    P.S. It’s up to our ‘superiors’ to decide our fate, duh. Mine has already been sealed. Yours will be next if you don’t wake up.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061016-Micro Managings

    Un-freaking-believable! The first thing I notice in my emails are these annoying responses from our fearless leader. I’ve never been so micromanaged by this power tripping lead before. Both my watcher by association and I are already pissed. I’ve deleted her stupid emails too.

    P.S. The reason for my unanswered emails to the collectors is because both credit card system have not be working properly. The ‘automatic’ version done by the IT people has not been working for one week and the ‘manual’ system done by me has error messages on my primary computer. Ho hum. 10-16-2006 09:47PM.

    P.S.1. Oh and according to the fearless leader, they (whom are the finance collectors) are blaming [me] for not processing these one-time charges. They have been good at blaming [me] for not behaving to their urgent matters. ‘Pluck’ this place.

    P.S.2. They should blame the company for allowing delays in their processes. And, like I said, it’s easy to blame others especially us slave units. Oh, I’m feeling sick and tired. Cough! Cough! 10:55AM.

    P.S.3. I’ve suggested to have a credit card administrator all this time. So I figure the place is justifying my prolonged stay, much like a hernia that never seems to go away. Achhooo! 12:41PM.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20061006-Offended Nerves

    It`s a great brouhaha! This blog is pending because I`m still at work trying to get Monday`s lockbox work completed.

    I`m back in front of the computer and the time is currently 11:01PM. I left work after 08:00PM and had only one cash receipt batch to complete. This is no big deal and not really worth mentioning to my public but this is my daytime job, which helps to pay my stupid bills.

    I bought gasoline for my vehicle with my credit card (unfortunately) and then went home to find Brats car parked in our driveway. I knew something had to be wrong because Brat rarely visits the house nowadays. I greeted both bio-units and Brat, who told me I`m late instead giving me a friendly greeting, like `Howdy, Sis`! or something.

    We watched television for about 45 minutes together without saying much for I was much too tired after work. At around 10:00PM, I popped a pizza in the oven to feed Maw and Brat left his farewells with his bio-units. He seemed to have ignored me the whole time and didn`t bother saying good bye to me properly. Once again, this is no surprise to me.

    For one thing, he knows I don`t like Twit. Brat cannot continue to run away from his `love` affairs by hiding in our house. Her bio-units held this Moon party, which Brat did not attend tonight. The only other non-Chinese member of those bio-units is a `white` Vietnamese, who speaks perfect English and is pissed at her in-laws for speaking in their language while in her presence.

    In general, people should be nice to elders; well behaved in front of children and professional around strangers in any environment. But this is next to impossible. Because my experiences today from another `watcher` by association indicated that none could truly understand each other perfectly well because of assumptions made partly by arrogance and partly from paranoia.

    Today, I learned that running to a higher authority or anyone else (like me) for help won`t make any problem go away. I find that problems usually originate with the person who has the problem in the first place. Sometimes the problems are inherited from others in the past. I have observed this both at work and at home.

    Confronting any problem involves politics and anyone who wishes to argue beyond diplomacy by raising one`s voice at any level, especially at a `superior` or `elder` is, well, asking for trouble. I believe this is called a `troublemaker`, who wishes to shake up the status quo of any establishment. This is their empowered free-will and shows that changes need to be made from their perspective.

    Today, I`ve learned that the truth does offend and hurt people. Can you imagine telling the other person I`ve been hurt because you smell like fish or that you are no longer to be trusted because you did wrong to me? Or that the noise you produced from your blow-hole was too much for my understanding and, as a result, I panicked and got paranoid for being blamed for something I didn`t do correctly?

    My past experiences showed that people are good at making noise no matter how far fetched an excuse to avoid detection from errors made or unwarranted a jealousy to promote dissension among entities. This could explain why there are a few of us willing to reveal the real truth point blank into the faces of the recipients because of the potential for being silenced `permanently`.

    Today, I`ve learned that holding personal grudges should not be dragged too long because this lowers the energy level of happiness and the ensuing paranoia allows the minions of evil to attach themselves to unsuspecting troublemakers, who feel they have no other recourse left but to report to the next levels. Angry people do seem spiffy sometimes.

    I am the biggest offender of holding grudges and my previous and more current blogs do show my dark side of humanity. There are those that have crossed my path and I mean them no ill-will. (Yeah, right!). Of course, I should be the first to forgive myself as I should to forgive others. My truths are: noone is perfect and there is no pleasing everyone either.

    P.S. ~Buti-na~ is a Filipino expression similar to `Humph`! My only apology is the truth. It`s a great brouhaha!

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  • 20061004-Rainy Wednesday

    The weather has been much cooler. Fluffy, puffy white clouds were seen earlier this morning and maybe in the mornings from the past few days. The crispy air and blue skies made the morning seem especially warm. I noticed the sunlight seemed much brighter. I did send good thoughts out below ground last night, by the way.

    The current time is 06:34PM and I’ve started to read my daily dose of news article online. Dinner and dishes were done. My arrival at home was safe enough and the rain started to sprinkle lightly when I reach the front door of my home. Actually, the very light rain was felt around 05:00PM after I got out (or more like snuck out) from work this evening.

    I had to sneak out early from work because I was tired from doing little to nothing else while waiting for the books from prior month to close. All I did was move cash receipts around and filed my paper work into binders. The stapler slammed loudly like gun shots firing each time I angrily fed the papers into the machine.

    My anger was once again justified after hearing two stupid voicemail messages from those ‘morons’. And, of course, my complimentary ‘skin-head’ security came around to my department to find out where the noise occurred. Most people are discreet by not asking outright what is the problem but their subtle presence is felt by me.

    Earlier, I did was get my cup of coffee this morning; greeting this now freshly scented, stinky smelly co-worker; heard co-workers rant and rave about each other and wondered what happened to one of the two temps, who called in sick twice this week. As usual, I would mumble and talk to myself in my cubicle out of frustration.

    I did, however, got a surprise visit from one of my chatters from five (5) years ago. I assume he is one my ‘watchers’ from back then and he, like many weirdo’s, happened to have found me chatting online under my new Yahoo! ID at work. He knew my nickname, too. [The network knows too much of me by now.] We chatted a bit and found out we are the same after all these years.

    He claimed to have lots of international friend; while I told him I have no friends and used to have some acquaintances, whom I no longer keep in contact. I disclosed to him the name of my company and its website. So there should be no surprise as to why I’m still a good enough asset at this company for ‘helping’ to bring the company above the negative.

    I’m back and the current time is 06:56PM. And it’s a good thing I didn’t pop my veins from struggling at the toilet! I did see some shooters floating in front of my eyesight but those passed. I’m sorry but this is my simple life – eat, sleep, work and poop. Although I do rant about my frustrations about work and life, there is little else going for me and no harm should come from my perspectives.

    Yes, the Bay Area is starting to rain and the cooler air allows me to sleep much better at night. One time I screamed very loudly from the top of my voice because of feeling the heat earlier this year. I was in my bedroom when I screamed and ‘Squirrel-Ling’ was in his bedroom at that time. ‘Squirrel-Ling’ claimed there was a small tremor or earthquake after I made that loud noise.

    In the meantime, I must keep my cool and rest myself. There is no telling what else would happen if I truly got angry with this untapped energy. It’s only a matter of time when and if the whole world is ready to learn about the laws of nature and beyond. Water is a gift of life and would not only quench the thirst but definitely quench a rebellion or the flames.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060930-Crap Happened

    The current time is 12:55AM and I had a great dump after the exciting activities of our local police from 12:00AM to 12:36AM. Some nearby police cars are still parked along this stretch of road. I hope noone is hurt because it’s not nice to ruin a weekend for the rest of us hard workers.

    I believe ingesting the almighty milk added each time to my two to three cups of coffee today at work helped to eliminate the foodstuff, which was bow-shaped pasta drowned in marinara sauce, deep fried eggplant, parmesan sprinkled salad and one cheesy garlic bread.

    My flare-ups have continued more recently throughout the month of September 2006. I could only assume that my bad diet of eating too much, lack of exercise or being probed by those out worldly beings contribute to the painful episodes.

    I cannot sit long at my desk and constantly have to get up even if it means to print my emails one at a time. This allows for much needed exercise, which I do get more recently by walking 15 minutes outdoors in the much cooler weather.

    The clouds were lightly wispy around 0300PM and I did get a chance to breath the fresh air before rainy season. I no longer go home for lunch and save gasoline this way. This is mostly due to the new boss and timekeeper of all sorts. I am annoyed at the new transition but will have to adapt if I want to keep my stupid job.

    Today, I have paid down more of my credit card debt by selling my stock options and whatever else remains from my bi-monthly paycheck. I am surprised I have this much patience after being tested to the limit by both out worldly beings and those ‘Morons’ I keep mentioning.

    But the bottom line is that we are responsible for our own crap. Those that wish to participate in each other’s crap create larger piles of crap. This is the price of freedom. We are free to do whatever we want and are loved nonetheless and no matter how smelly the crap may be to some people.

    My crap happens to smell very bad and that is because I choose to eat smelly food. But does this make me a bad person? I do not know and always thought I am not ‘cold-blooded’ as two co-workers (‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and ‘Fancy Soul’) have called me. They need to smell their own crap before name calling me.

    Anyways, I do hear the copter making noise somewhere in the distant background. I do not understand why these noisy activities should occur. I wonder how many other incidences go unreported. I wonder how many innocent voices go unheard. I wonder how many prayers have gone unanswered. I wonder if we all should stop eating and crapping once and for all.

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