Christmas Deposit

After reading another blog entry about unemployment reality and after making another last minute, ditch effort to help “my family” at around 10:49am, I rushed to make my deposit. It was a Christmas gift from my parents to me.

From the threatening gray clouds, the rain poured suddenly en route to make my deposit! I had my windshield wiper on full swing! And suddenly as it began, the rain ceased en route back home! That was only in ten minutes of parking, transacting and leaving. Currently, I see fluffy, puffy clouds of white and the sun shining against light blue skies while entering this blog entry. It’s 12:30pm now.

And since I lost one week of work due to a company shut down for seven business days, I will have all but regained my sense of pride, confidence and humor by sharing this “donation” – the last of my patience. I await an email confirmation, by the way, as normal business practice.

Do you know how expensive gifts are nowadays especially when people are out of work???

“There is no way to stop giving money. You will end up feeding them forever.”

~Maw and Paw about reality with our poor maternal relatives…

20101229-Weathery Ways

Today is freezing and beautiful! The sunshine is out and the air if frigid! The parakeets are in high spirits. And Paw is becoming more of a jerk ever since I suggested that he stop two of his statin drugs. Maw is still nag. So if heaven wants them both, I’ll laugh. But that’s enough of ranting for now. Some horizontal clouds of not quite puffs are here. There are sylphs too. The skies are light blue and not quite crispy. I knew that a low-flying “crop duster” flew directly overhead LOUDLY during the mid-day when it was raining. So maybe the extra CHEMICAL seeding allowed for extra rain fall for the plant life below.

20101229-More Spooks

Normally, my headhunter would call my cellphone, which she didn’t AND send a courtesy email. But instead she called the “emergency phone number” at home and left a message there instead.

The spooks claimed that they didn’t receive something signed, which is false because I have the original copy on hand showing both signatures. I faxed that one last Friday around 3:15pm. So I just faxed over a copy a few minutes ago and called her back on my cellphone. In other words, I’d have to wait to be paid next week for the work week ending in 12/24/2010.

There is no work for the week ending in 12/31/2010, by the way; so that means I’ll loose one week’s work. Hoan, the Viet spook, kept asking if I would call EDD for payment. I swear these Asians are annoying. I recall Jacklyn Ph@n (from over ten years ago) did the same to me: Like Hoan, she showed me employment websites and job opportunities AWAY from where they work. Are your Viets helping or blackmailing?

How insane is that? How would that payment be reflected on the W-2? Would I be paying taxes for cash that I didn’t receive until the year 2011? Assh^les! And to ruin my new year, another set of spook claimed it would take another six weeks for justice. How insane is that? So that means I’ll have to work another two months with these morons? How stupid are you Asians? You smell!

Sugar Low

At around 10:00pm, Maw helped take my blood glucose level. I hate the painful poke to my finger with that lancet inside the lancing device. I told her repeatedly to set the level to number 3, but the blood to my right index finger was but a mere pin-sized prick. Then the number 4 did a better job of letting out a nice drop of red-colored blood. I placed that drop of blood into the test strip and the blood glucose meter read 89!

Thank you God for letting me see how eating too much carbohydrate, starch and sugar can raise one’s blood sugar level. Those with readings over 120 could be a potential sign of diabetes, especially two nights ago after loading my system with lots of chocolate and Maw’s macaroni salad. My urine smelled of that sweetened cream, meaning that it was too strong for my system to get rid of prior to taking my blood sugar level two nights ago.

I told Maw that perhaps that’s how I would die – in my sleep. But she said people die when their blood glucose level reaches a high number, such as 500 points.

As my New Year’s Resolution and to avoid my pre-disposition to inherit diabetes, I will control the intake of food that contribute to too much unburned energy. And I will do low-impact exercises after each meal whenever possible for at least 10 to 15 minutes.

20101228-More Spooks

Argh! So while pooping downstairs a few minutes ago at around 10:22pm, I reviewed my one and only voice mail message (12:22pm) from a long distance “friend”.

In his usual professional mannerism, I’ve heard more spew than necessary. I’ve seen enough. I’ve heard enough. I’ve been through enough. And frankly, I’m tired of being manipulated by TPTB.

But since, I played it by mostly “ear” all I could do is wish him and his family a Happy New Years, too.

The feeling of being that far away as a “contactee” is not “over 300 involved” or “500 Miles Away From Home” (by Bobby Bare) or 8.6 light-years to be “Sirius” in this grand scheme of things but nothing.

Fine. Blah!