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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  My home, was hot.  I certainly, did not feel, like working, the next day.  I sense, that I am becoming avoidant, toward Amazon.  I received, a nice telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, in response to a message, I had sent to her.  I had seen, a young girl, who reminded me, of a younger version, of Fishnetterrie, when I was parking my vehicle, when I arrived, at Amazon, and I had smiled at this girl, and in my mind, with my spirit, I wished her well, for her lifetime.  I sent, another telephoned text message, after I returned home, to Fishnetterrie, telling her, that I was concerned, that working at Amazon, can make me feel, anger and hate, but I remain glad, that these feelings, do pass.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two great episodes, from season six, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, at 10:30am, probably due, to the heat, in my living-room.  It was, a sweltering day.  I turned on, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I was unable, to return to sleep, and arose, around 11:15am.  I found some peace, thinking that I could, skip work, on this day.  Dikaia seemed, to wish to roam, so I put her, onto her chain, so I wouldn’t have to worry about that.  I mused, that I had spent money, to have a fence built, so that Dikaia, could roam, around the yard, and be off, of her chain, and yet, her behavior, jumping that fence, and perhaps being sometimes inclined, to be hostile, has influenced me, to keep her, on her chain.  Very sad…

I felt, ‘sick and tired’, was a touch nauseous, and was aware, that I perhaps lacked, adequate rest, for a long night of work, ‘in the arena’.  I am also concerned, about losing my self-control, at work.  I most certainly hope to avoid, having the anger and hate, which can be fostered, at Amazon, be carried, outside of Amazon.  I fed my fish.  I retrieved, my recycling container, which had been emptied.  There was, a continuing lack of mail, or delivery, of any of my items, from Amazon, which were scheduled, for delivery yesterday.

Part of me, hoped for a phone call, from Amazon, telling me, that this facility, had been closed, but that call, never came.  The day was sweltering, and I could hope, that our weather, would begin to cool, on the next day…  Many, of the little ground plants, are ‘crispy’…  My office, was hot, and I became, very moist.  I moved, the big fan, left by Mike2, from the living-room, to a doorway, of my office, and that helped my office, to become more tolerable.  Part of me wondered, if perhaps, the closure of our facility, last night, was to install, a new computer system to seek to end cheating.  Part of me wondered, if perhaps, the early closing, was due to theft, from downstairs, which might be more major, than anything, which occurs upstairs.  When 2:15pm arrived, I was uncertain, if I would go to work, on this day.  I fear, that I might, simply stop going, to Amazon, rather than giving Amazon, two weeks’ notice. I am beginning to think, that anyone, who says, they worked at Amazon, either as a worker, or as a manager, might find, that is a recommendation, to avoid hiring them anywhere else.

I mused, that the main influence, for me to go to work, on this day, could be, the heat in my home…  I continued, to feel sick, slightly nauseous, and tired, lack of adequate rest, and felt, that my spirit, needed a break, from the arena, which I am reluctant, to do, to give in, to acknowledge, that negativity, is too much for me, so to speak, but, I did decide, to call in, and took this day, as unpaid time, off from work.  I considered this sad, but good for me.  I felt slightly better, after I called in.  I said, that I was feeling sick, and took this day, as an unpaid day, thinking that I have to come in tomorrow anyway, so my work-week, and pay-check, should be the same.  I think though, that the actual reason, I took this day, off from work, was I had become sick, of dealing, with the hypocrisy, of black racism, against whites, from some blacks, who loudly oppose, alleged discrimination, when they are not discriminated against, and then they do discriminate, against whites, who have never discriminated against them.

I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I added, four trays of ice cubes, to Dikaia’s water.  The new connection, on Dikaia’s chain, fails to swivel, with a consequence, that the chain, twists and shortens.  For now, this is, how it is.  I gave, a hot-dog to Dikaia, and had one myself.  I played, some games, of Reversi-Othello, and only won two, out of five.

I spent some time, enjoying friendly banter, with Ramboi and Adrien.  Both of them, believe there shall be, greater racial peace, in the future, as many young white females, are selecting, for black males, to have mixed race children.  Adrien does believe, that a race war, could be coming, due to black violence, against whites.  I guess Adrien believes, it is not a war, unless whites start to fight back.  I myself, would probably, be among, those whites, who might give sanctuary, to any beleaguered black…  I do have some concern, about the safety, of my person and property, if angry blacks, decide to attack and harm, burn, their own neighborhoods, as I live, in a mixed race neighborhood.  I said, that I am tempted, to consider, retiring ’now’, rather than ‘later’, to increase, my quality of life, though paying for my vehicle, without a job, could be a financial hardship, but, I could do it.  I said, that one good thing, about Amazon, is that it hires people, who might be unable, to get a job anywhere else, and that, does include me.  I said, that sometimes, working at Amazon, makes me feel, anger and hate, and I wish to seek, to spare my spirit, from feeling these things.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  Trump focused, on ‘law and order’, and helping blacks, who live in places, where angry mobs, usually agitated or led by outsiders, harm black neighborhoods.  I donated $20, to the Trump for President campaign.  I enjoyed, a nice email, from Hessbie, to which I responded.  I received an email, indicating, that my blank DVDs, had been delivered, and left on my porch, on Tuesday afternoon, this now being, Wednesday evening.  I figured, I should double-check, to see if that package, might be hidden somewhere, as I had each day looked, for it to arrive, and had gone in and out, of my front door, when visiting Ramboi’s.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Mary-M, Zak-S, and Stephen-B.  I enjoyed, a quick hello, on Instant Messaging, with Mack.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.

I returned to my home, and checked both the front and back, but the package, from Amazon, was absent.  I returned’, to that McDonald’s, and found a way, to connect with, an Amazon representative, on the telephone, and was told, first, that this was, not an Amazon item, so it could not be replaced, but that I could be given, a refund, and then order the item(s) again.  I was also told, that there was a chance, the package, had not yet been delivered, and might yet be delivered, and if so, I could call Amazon, and tell them, and stop that refund, before it occurred.  I thanked that Amazon representative, and filled out, a brief survey, commending her customer service skills.

One might be amused, at how Obama, ‘smoozed’, brown-nosed, publicly seemed to pander, to Native Americans, and has now rammed, one oil pipeline, through their lands, and now wishes, to build, a second one.  While I can remain pleased, at low fuel prices, thanks at least in part, to Obama’s policies, against ‘false profit’, I am also mindful, that Obama’s words, that he would favor, alternate energy sources, have seemed hollow.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with a nice lady, who is also, a regular patron, of this McDonald’s.  We joked about the flies.  I did spend time, visiting paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, sharing their items, on my FaceBook time-line, and sharing promotional art, and text information, about my books, with them.  I also, continue to receive, emails with jobs alerts, for opportunities, in Portland, Oregon, and I lack any idea, of why this started, at least a month ago.

I very much enjoy, and can easily recommend, two movies.  The Big Short with an all-star cast, including Brad Pitt, Christian Bale, Ryan Gosling, and Steve Carell, among others, details actual events, of the lives of some people, in the financial industry, who foresaw, the fraud and collapse, of the financial system, which also provides, a good understanding, of how and why, this collapse occurred.  Unfortunately, there was a hint, at its end, that the same things, that caused the 2007 collapse, might be happening again.

I also very much enjoyed, Labor Day, starring, among others, Josh Broslin and Kate Winslet, which was, a fictional tale, a tale about, a slice of life, including romance, which does have, kind writers.

I also enjoyed Tapped, a documentary, about the bottled water industry, and the problems, with processing and recycling plastic products.  The bottled water industry, needs to be more concerned, with health issues, but otherwise, might be, a good financial investment.

I enjoyed, a telephone conversation, with Roger, who said, that he has yet to hear, from Amazon.  I advised Roger, to be patient, that sometimes, Amazon does wait, to batch applicants, to handle many people, at the same time, rather than one by one.  I advised Roger, that he could also apply, with Integrity, and eventually thereafter, transfer over to Amazon.  I told Roger, that I hope, that working at Amazon, does not damage my health, as I do wish, to enjoy, some quality of life, when I accept retirement.  I affirmed to Roger, that working at Amazon, can be better, than being unemployed, when one needs income.  I would be very sad, if I had, a heart attack, due to aggravation and stress, at my job.

I enjoyed, the remaining tomato, from the garden, at Louise’s home, and later, a can, of Italian wedding soup.  I smoked, too many cigarettes, over a pack, between when I first awakened, and when I departed, for Ramboi’s, and then more, during the course, of the evening…  I still felt, slightly nauseous, and wondered, if that might be due, to the extra strong coffee, I had enjoyed, while at work.  I trimmed the hair, on the back of my head.  My head, at least, ‘felt right’ afterwards.  I had thawed some meat, but refrained, from eating it.  I enjoyed, Dikaia’s company.    Dikaia finally did eat, one of those dry, bone-shaped treats, rather than burying it or hiding it, as has been her norm.  It was very nice, when cool air, graced my home, for the first time, in a while.  One could easily, feel the difference.  Even Dikaia, became comfortable.  I sought sleep, around 4:45am.

I awoke, around 11:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was awakened, perhaps shortly after 12-noon, when there came, a loud knocking, on my door, and Dikaia barked.  This turned out, to be a nice black lady, who lives nearby, on another street, with the same numerals, as my own home.  My blank DVDs, had been delivered, to her home.  She said, that she had tried, to bring it to me, the next day, in late afternoon, but nobody had answered the door.  I thanked her very much, for her kindness, integrity, and honesty.  She was, a good human being, who incidentally, was female, and black.  People are people, as individuals, rather than inherently, due to race or gender.  I relaxed, for perhaps another half-hour, enjoying some quality time, with Dikaia.  I felt, it was too soon, to start my day, but was unable, to return to sleep, and did feel, adequately rested.

I arose, around 12:35pm.  I fed my fish.  I called Amazon, and told them, of the delivery, of that package, and that the delay, was because, it had been delivered, to the correct numerals, but on the wrong street.  I was told, the refund, had already been processed, but, with my permission, Amazon could bill me again, and I agreed to this.  I was told, that Amazon, would extend, my Prime membership, for one additional month, to compensate me, for the delay.  Apparently, timely delivery of packages, is important, to Amazon, because it can cost Amazon money, if people, fail to receive, their items on time.  However, in packing, workers get no credit, for processing, priority items.

Dikaia sought to roam, so I put her, onto her chain.  My office, was somewhat comfortable.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, and made fresh coffee, which I also enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  I felt rested, and was okay, with going to work, on this day…  I guess, giving to myself, that one day break, from the arena, was beneficial, for my spirit.  At least my spirit, did not ‘mourn’, about going to work…  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I made, the art, for a Trump bumper-sticker, into a piece, of desktop background artwork.  I played, four games, of Reversi-Othello, at a most difficulty setting, for me to win, and won, the fourth game.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  And then it was time, to start, to get my day, ‘into gear’.  My COPD, was moderate.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I medicated, one small spot, on one leg, the only remaining area, with any rash, or eczema.  I put on clothing.  I gave a hot-dog, and dry-food, to Dikaia.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  Apparently, this was, a ‘mosquito day’, and I got bitten, at least twice.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I turned off, one big living-room fan, and the turned off, the coffee-machine.  I fed my fish.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, some tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  At least this would be, my end of work-week, and that gave, my spirit, a little boost.  If I learned, that mandatory over-time, had been canceled, then I would refrain, from working.  I enjoyed, some games, of Connect Four, which reminds me, to seek to be aware, of what the other is doing.  I departed, from my home, around 4:55pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Augustus, Samantha, and Sally.  Doright and Bluster, were among, those who were absent, on this day, and I asked Floyd later, about the penalty, for missing, a mandatory overtime day.  Floyd told me, that one simply loses, ten hours, of unpaid time off, and one only gets penalized, if one lacks, the allotment of unpaid time off hours, to cover the absence, on a mandatory overtime day.

Samantha said, and Lilly and Augustus later confirmed, that over 90 people, have now been fired, for stealing, from the Bistro.  I am reminded, of the little videos, which show, so many blacks, stealing a bicycle, or a woman’s purse.  Theft, almost seems, like an accepted way of life, among some blacks, and perhaps it is. Samantha was surprised, that so many blacks, would continue, to seek to steal, even after, the posted warning, of the first 25 people, being fired, for doing so, which should have been, ample warning, that the Bistro, is being watched, and that the consequence, for being caught, is to be fired, especially additionally given, that these people, lack any financial need, to steal these things.  Perhaps the way, that some blacks, are so devoted, to Michael, is in part, a reaction, to the strong presence, of many blacks, who are, so devoted, to Lucifer.  It was said, that actual names, are not posted, to protect the privacy, of those individuals, as required by law.  I might prefer, that a known thief, be named, to help protect others, from that person, though I suppose, Amazon might face, some sort of slander legal issue, if it accidentally, posted the name, of an innocent person.  Perhaps the lack of names, tempts some to believe, that the notion, that people are being fired, for stealing, is in itself, a lie, another manipulative ploy, from management.  After all, a liar’s curse, is to disbelief truth, and to believe lies.  Perhaps my ‘divination’, with ‘sacred geometry’ cards, which produced, ‘recognition’ and ‘release’, is now fulfilled, by the recognition, and release, of over 90 people, as thieves, from Amazon.  It seems, that Amazon, has indeed found, a fairly cheap way, to rid itself, of some thieves.

It’s like, if one announces, that one is going, to get a ‘roach motel’, which is intended, to kill roaches, and then the roaches, go in anyway, and even after, there are bodies, of many dead roaches, in plain sight, more roaches, continue to enter, the roach motel.  Again, if the question is, if someone, is evil or stupid, an answer, can be both.  These people, were willing, to risk lose their jobs, by seeking to steal, items that cost $1 to $3, even when they had, ample funds, to actually pay for these inexpensive things.  They simply, preferred to steal.  The road to hell, is a slippery slope?  It might seem easier, to travel downhill, than uphill?

It is perhaps very sad, that a ‘natural way’, for humans to behave, could be, in ways that are karmicly negative.  Perhaps this is, a built-in flaw, of biological animal life.  I have said, that civilization, is artificial, that it must be built, and maintained.  It might seem, that there is a sad cycle, where, after civilization is built, then it might become, taken for grated, and anything, that one takes for granted, one is risking losing.  It might seem, that civilization, is not being maintained.

Hillary gave, a non-screeching speech, to a group, of law enforcement officers, and said, that rhetoric, which can aggravate a situation, should be avoided.  Hillary did not, spend time, insulting Trump, which was noted, as a first time, that she has not done so.  This speech, was said to be, the first time, that Hillary, has given a speech, in a civil manner, during this campaign. Hillary was, once again, following Trump’s example.

There was a film clip, of popular actor, Will Smith, giving an interview, in wealthy Dubai, an Arab area, in which he said, that the US, should be, ‘cleansed of Trump’.  The last time, that a policy of ‘cleansing’, was publicly endorsed, was by the Nazis, and that ‘cleansing’, was genocidal…  I suspect, and hope, that Will Smith, might have failed to anticipate, that his words, would be broadcast, in the US, and that he perhaps failed, to pick his words carefully.

I ‘joked’ with Floyd, that a 65-million-year-old dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, has been found, but it was dead.  I mused, that our ‘modern chickens’, are said to be evolved, from Tyrannosaurus Rex, so perhaps, scientists will splice, genetics from Tyrannosaurus Rex, with modern chickens, to create bigger chickens.

My ‘day’ at work, was somewhat okay.  I was very accepting, of all situations.  Robinson brought to me, a Mega-B cart, with two items per slot, and removed, a nice Mega-A cart, which I had.  If Robinson, had been concerned, with production, with volume, then he might have, left with me, the Mega-A cart, which I already had, so I could use it, to repair or improve my rate, after I had completed, the Mega-B, which he brought to me.  To the question, of if some leaders, might be, either evil or stupid, one might answer, they might be, both evil and stupid, though one might consider, that anything that is ‘evil’, is inherently stupid, as it promotes, a self-destructive, environment of hell, and hell burns, all who seek, to live there.  If I am seeking, to endure, in an atmosphere of hell, out of ‘necessity’, then I should expect, to feel burned, now and then…

Vaneshia took some time, to go out of her way to be nasty to me.  Vaneshia said, that I look awful, and I replied, that I am not here, to participate, in a beauty contest.  I apparently avoided, saying something to Vaneshia, which she could mimic…  I refrained, from saying, anything nasty, though I was very tempted, to do so.  I guess, I am perhaps, now more accustomed, to Vaneshia’s nasty behavior, as I understand, that this is, just how she is, and I understand, that the external negativity, which she reveals, is just, the ‘tip of the iceberg’, a very small portion, of that which she hears, internally.  Perhaps I was, simply in a phase, of being more able, to somewhat peacefully handle, unwarranted negativity.  One might say, that Vaneshia, is somewhat possessed, by her own demons.  Perhaps demons, first come to reside, in humans, when humans are children, and it is a job, of parents, to seek, to keep demons, from becoming resident, in their children, though perhaps, knowingly or unknowingly, some parents, actually nurture, the growth of demons, within their children, with either permissive, or negative, totalitarian, authoritarian, behavior.

Marlin did his thing, of seeking to grab, all the Mega-A carts, though he would then, distribute some, to those black girls, whom he favors, a job usually reserved, for a ‘boss’, like Augustus.  I am not among, the black girls, favored by Marlin…  As his norm, Marlin continued, to just repeatedly scan, slots with multiple items, and spent most of his time, talking with people.  Management tolerates, Marlin’s behavior.  I did, manage to grab, one good cart, when Marlin and Vaneshia, hesitated in their grabbing of it, as they were, momentarily distracted, by their own conversation.  Marlin and Vaneshia, spend much time together, and perhaps, they deserve one another…  Perhaps Marlin is on a path, similar to that, of Ric and Trevor, who initially, seemed to seek, to do good jobs, were charming as their norm, and then started to be given, non-rated positions, and then became, more haughty, but then, when normal rotation, of tasks resumed, they began, to become absent, and eventually, either quit or were fired.

There was a time, when I was stooped, retrieving items, from the lower shelves, of another Mega-B cart, and a ball, of wadded paper, landed on me.  I wondered, who was ‘hating on me now’…  I tried to ignore it.  Another came, and Geronimo hollered out, that someone, was throwing paper at me.  I thought, it was, an unfriendly gesture.  More paper landed, and then Triana, smiled and said, that it was she, who was being playful, in a friendly way, by secretly throwing, these balls of paper at me.  I guess, some of the actual hostility toward me, had made me assume, that this too, was an act of hostility.  I was relieved.

Overall, my day was pleasant, thanks to Triana, Jallah, Godfrey, Floyd, Friday, Samantha, and Cullum.  Triana wondered, why Vaneshia, seeks to be, so nasty, and I said, that is just, how she is.  Triana and I, recommend movies, to one another.  I was amazed, that Triana, had no idea, of who or what, ‘the Pope’ is…  One might assume, or even hope, that knowing, that the Pope, is the head, of the Catholic Church, is simple, basic, common knowledge…. How someone, could possibly, be ignorant of this, is unknown to me… Triana at least, is always pleasant.  Friday gave to me, a web-site, deviantart.com/blx24, which displays, some of his art.  Floyd said, there was, a lack of work, so Hector, was seeking, to get orders, sent to us, from other facilities, to avoid granting voluntary time off, to people, who had come to work, on mandatory overtime.  People remained the same, regardless of this being, a mandatory overtime day, with those, who normally actually work, continuing to do so, and those, who avoid working, as much as possible, continuing to do, as little as possible.  Godfrey shared, some very nice, chicken with rice, with me, during our meal break, a very nice gesture, which he did, to thank me, for all of the candy, which I share, with anyone who wants it.

I finished, the last available cart, for Multi-Cart, around 4:00am.  I could have switched, to packing Single Totes, or stood around talking, as many did, but I decided, to spend my own, unpaid time off, and went home.  Our bosses, refrained from giving, any directions.  Augustus thanked me, for my hard work, and I appreciated, that he did so.  I shared candy, with anyone who wanted it, during the entire shift, and with security personnel, as I departed.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to her.  My home was warm, but not hot.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and an apple pot-pie, with one great episode, from season six, of South Park, and two enjoyable episodes, from The New Adventures of Batman.  I went to sleep, around 5:40am.

I awoke, around 7:34am, and returned to sleep, until 11:30am.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, the other, and then, a short time after that, fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  The day, was warm, overcast, still, peaceful, but at least, without great heat, and definitely cooler, than it has been.  Dikaia roamed, but returned, when I called for her.  I gave, fresh dry-food, to Dikaia.  I retrieved, my mail, which included, my 2017 vehicle registration, and put the new stickers, onto my vehicle.  I scanned, my current vehicle registration, and Geico insurance cards, and put them together, onto paper, to have in my vehicle, as required by law.  I played, two games, of Reversi-Othello, at the setting, which is most difficult, for me to win, letting the computer, play first, during one game, and second, during another, and I won, both games.

I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought hot-dogs, dry-food, and a giant beef bone, for Dikaia, as well as, some frozen dinners, and cans of soup and fruit, and coffee, though I did forget, to buy purified water.  I returned, to my home, and put things away.  Dikaia enjoyed, that big bone, for a little while, and then sought, to bury it, by kicking dirt, over it.  I spent some time, enjoying friendly banter, with Adrien and Ramboi.  Ramboi gave, some big and little tomatoes, to me.  I returned to my home, and shared some tales, about the Amazon Bistro, from my journal, in the letter, I am writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and was able, to enjoy, a very nice meal.  I visited, the web-site, which displayed examples, of Friday’s work.  Friday had told me, that his Native American name, is Running Fox, and many of his pieces of art, are female, humanoid-like, fox figures.  They are, a touch erotic, and yet, as art, they are very good.  They are certainly unique, and well-done, even if, they are not, my normal taste.  I can appreciate, that talent and work, was involved, in the creation, of these pieces of art.  I thought, I did download, one picture, of Friday’s art, and know, that I actually did so, but later, when in my office, was unable, to locate it.

Fox News reported, that Trump, had visited, the flood-damaged areas, of Louisiana.  Trump said, that Obama, should also, show some concern, for the victims, of this flooding, as Obama, was among those, who had criticized, the Bush Administration, for its poor handling, of Louisiana flooding.  It was mentioned on-line, that Obama, has spent, $2 billion, thus far, on his ‘vacations’, and that Louisiana flood victims, could certainly have benefited, from some, of that vacation money.  In response, Obama issued a statement, saying that he would visit, the flood damaged areas, of Louisiana, in another week or so, after his current vacation ends.  Hillary said, she lacks any intention, of visiting these flood victims.  To those, who say, that Trump, only pretends to care, because he is running, for political office, one might ask, if Obama, seems now, to not have, to even pretend to care, because he is not, running for political office.

I shared, on my FaceBook time-line, a blurb, about Trump spending his time, to help bring and distribute supplies, to flood victims, in Louisiana.  One person responded, that Trump, is a soulless hateful person, who never does anything good.  I said, that I disbelieve, that Trump, is either soulless or hateful.  I find Trump’s words and actions, in this situation, to have been compassionate, and helpful, in real world ways.  I think, it might be hateful, or ‘demonic’, or Satanic, to accuse Trump, of being hateful, to seek to raise hate, against Trump.  I think, Bush as a Republican, ignored Louisiana, when it was hit, by disaster, because Democrats, governed the area.  I think Obama, as a Democrat, is ignoring, this disaster, in Louisiana, because Louisiana, is now governed, by a Republican.  I think all Presidents, should seek to remember, that they are meant, to be helpful, to our entire nation.

Trump also gave, a truly good speech, in Michigan, after his visit, to Louisiana.  Commentators said, that Trump used, a teleprompter, which displays, a speech, so that he remained on topic, and thus improved, his performance.  Trump has been given, to just impromptu, speaking his mind, and this adherence, to a pre-planned speech, was said to be, a change, in Trump’s style.  Trump said, most major US cities, have been under, Democratic Party control, during the past 50 years, and the black community, in those cities, has fallen, into great poverty, violence, and crime, and that people are unsafe, in poor neighborhoods, where gangs and violence, rule their streets.  Trump said, the schools, are failing, to adequately educate youth, due in part, to lack of financing, and due in part, to lack of discipline.  Trump said jobs have been sent, overseas, and there are, a lack of opportunities for youth.  Trump said, he was asking blacks, what do you have to lose, by giving a chance to him, to make a positive difference, in their lives, given that those, to whom they have given, their political support, for the past 50 years, have failed, to improve their lives.  Trump said, Democrats might talk, a good story, but they have failed, to actually do anything.  Trump said, he would seek, to make black neighborhoods, safe for decent people, and he would seek, to bring jobs, back to the US.

Hopefully, Trump is not offering jobs, to people, who want something for nothing, who do not wish to work, and is not offering safety and law, to people who prefer to lie, cheat, and steal.  I suspect, that perhaps, Michael-align church-going blacks, might appreciate, greater safety, in their neighborhoods.  However, some blacks might fear, any law enforcement officer, either black or white, and fear, that ‘greater safety’, means ‘more prison time, for greater numbers, of young blacks.  Some people though, are growing tired, of facing black agitators, of being victims, as whites, of racial violence…  People might forget, that police, are intended, to preserve ‘law and order’, and are not, instruments of ‘social justice’.  Trump though, intends to make jobs available, to give these youths, an alternative, to criminal ways, and, if after they do have a choice, of how to live, and they choose, to live, in criminal ways, then perhaps, at least Trump, might be less inclined, to be sympathetic, to their ‘plight’…  I am concerned, that violence, has become accepted, as part of life, within the black community.  The question, as Trump might say, is do you want, to live, in better ways?

Trump also pointed out, that when Obama took office, Iran was being choked by sanctions, that Iraq was under control, and that Syria, was stable, while today, Iran is on a path, toward gaining nuclear weapons, has just been paid, $400 million, to help gain the release, as ‘leverage’, according to what an Obama spokesman has now said, of Iranian-Americans, seized by Iran, which declines to recognize, US citizenship, of any Iranian, who had ever been, an Iranian citizen, and apparently, Iran has seized, two more, Iranian-Americans, and placed them in detention, since that payment, of $400 million, was received, and now Iraq, is in chaos, and Syria, is embroiled, in a civil war, which has sent millions of refugees, to engulf western Europe, and start to come, to the US, among whom, with current levels of screening, could be, many who are terrorists.  Trump asserted, that it would be less costly, and safer, for US citizens, to create ‘safe zones’, for many refugees, in one place, in Syria, rather than, to disperse them, throughout the Western world.  Obama’s failure, to assert US strength, has created, ‘power vacuums’, which other nations, have sought to fill, and which might now, become a basis, for a future war, and that would be, one seeded by Obama.

Whymaster sent to me, an email, inquiring if I knew, where he might get, some prints made, from old photo negatives.  Most cameras, are now digital, and most places, do not make prints, from negatives.  I did an on-line Google search, and found nothing helpful.  I did, a search with Yahoo, and found many places, including some Walgreen’s locations, that do develop prints, from film negatives.  I sent this information, to Whymaster.  I also asked Whymaster, what amount, he might charge to me, for rent.  Part of me, might enjoy, living near a beach.

Hessbie sent to me, a note, indicating, that he was still thinking, about a place, where I could have, the Isuzu’s frame welded.  I told Hessbie, that the repair, of the Isuzu, might have to wait, until I have, both time and money.

I was enjoying, an Instant Message with Mack, about movies, while sitting among, about a dozen, black youths, who had arrived, after I had done so, and were boisterous and happy.  One girl enjoyed, dancing, ‘twerking’, which is to quickly gyrate, in a sexual manner, while standing, on an elevated table bench-seat.  I figured, they were just kids, high school teenagers, having a good time.  Mack told me, that Raoul, had returned, to North Carolina.  I was seeking, to do my work, and was ignoring the kids, despite the noise, when a container, of sauce, hit my lap-top computer.  I asked those youths, to seek to be careful, as I assumed, they were throwing things, at one another, and had only inadvertently, sent an object, which hit my computer.  My tone was civil, and I was, being nice, as I was acquainted, from previous times, with a couple of them, among whom, were one who raps, which is to chant, in a sing-song way, and another, who had previously demanded, the keys to my vehicle.

Another hurtled sauce container, missed me, and my computer, but landed, on my seat.  The kid who can rap, which is to chant, in a sing-song way, pointed at someone, and said, it had come, from that person, and that person, was a stranger to me.  I hoped, the one friendly to me, would influence the others, to leave me alone, but he indicated, that he was unable to do so.  I ignored, the last thrown object, and continued to work, and communicate, with Mack, who did give to me, his new telephone number.  Koko came over, and asked me, if the container of sauce, on the ground, was mine, and I said, it belonged, to the kids, and she got it, up from the ground, and put it, onto one of the tables, they were occupying.  Next came, a wadded up, ball of paper, which hit me, in the shoulder.  That did rankle me, and I felt, I should acknowledge and respond, lest failure to do anything, lend itself, to something more significant.  I asked those kids, as a group, why should I, be unable, to sit peacefully, enjoy my meal, and do my work.  One responded, that I should be careful, of messing with strangers.  I said, those words, are true for everyone.  I had hoped, for an apology…

I went, to Ricky, and told him, that things were being thrown at me, which had hit, my computer and my body, and that I hoped, management might respond, lest I have to do so myself, that if management, preferred to do nothing, then I might become tempted, to do something, if more things, were thrown at me.  I suppose, anger had touched me.  I could later be glad, that I lacked, any weapons, as lacking weapons, perhaps influences anyone, to be more prudent.  Ricky told the manager, and the manager, asked the kids to leave, saying he had received, a complaint about their behavior, so they were disrupting his business.  This influenced, one of the kids, to threaten, to punch me, in the face.  I told him, that neither of us, should wish, to go down that path.  For me, even a minor conflict, could be a ‘gold-mine opportunity’, for a lawsuit, against McDonald’s…

 I apologized, to the kids, for any trouble, that I might have caused, but pointed out, that it was not I, who had started this situation, and that all I wanted, was to be able, to do my thing, at my table, without being bothered.  Some of the kids, perhaps between 15 and 17 years of age, just got louder, and started strutting around me, but fortunately, none punched me.  The black manager returned, and said, that he had, asked nicely, for the troublemakers to leave, and none had, and the noise, was now upsetting, the whole place, and said, if they did not leave, on their own, they would be removed, by police, who were now, on their way.  Police did come, to the parking lot, but drove off.  The kids did leave.

Mack asked me, why had this incident occurred.  I told Mack, that I might have been targeted, because I seemed old and weak, and was alone, and white.  I later told Roger, that my being white, to these kids, probably meant, that I would be unable, to speak to their parents, so they felt, that their behavior, would be, without consequence.

Ricky came to me, and apologized, on behalf of McDonald’s.  I thanked Ricky, and told him, that I was glad, that management, had somewhat handled this situation, and that I didn’t have to be injured.  In the past, these kids, have been very disruptive, and have been asked to leave, in incidents, in which I was uninvolved.  There was one time, when two older black women, were horrified, and expressed embarrassment, at the behavior, of some teenage black males, as a poor reflection, upon all blacks.  People are people as individuals, rather than inherently, due to race, gender, age, political affiliation, religion, or whatever.  I did admit to Ricky, that I had been angry, but that I was now, becoming normal, once more.

Given that people are people, as individuals, then perhaps, sometimes, what one is experiencing, is an asshole, a nasty person, who just happens, to be, of a different race, rather than, one experiencing, some sort of hateful racism.  Perhaps I was simply fearful.  But, regardless of all intent, there was, an actual situation, where my computer and I, were being hit, and the kid who raps, had indicated, this was being done, by someone, who was a stranger to me, when I was, surrounded by strangers.  Much later, the next day, I did wonder, if perhaps, the kid who raps, had been the culprit, and was just being playful, and the whole thing, might have been, a misunderstanding.  I thought of, Native American youth, who might have been tempted, to harm or harass, white settlers, who then responded, in anger or fear, against an entire village, thinking they had been targeted, by a hostile act, when it was, just kids being kids.  Even some of the opposition, to Jesus, had been from Jews, who were fearful, that Jesus, as an authority figure, might be a challenge, to Roman authority, and would bring Roman wrath, down upon all Jews.  Jesus had sought, to defuse, that source of tension, by saying, his ’kingdom’ was in heaven, and to respect, Roman authority.

I mused, that I do seem, to be a target, of some adversity, and perhaps this is, because I am, a white, in a place, where blacks are a majority.  These incidents, are rare, given that I experience, so much decency, friendliness, and kindness, from most all, of the blacks, with whom I work and live.  Part of me, is perhaps simply tired, of dealing with racism.  I mused, that perhaps, some Satanic force, is influencing people, to seek to get me, to become angry, or negative, as my remaining time, in this life, might be, somewhat limited, so ‘now is the time’, or a final chance, to do so.  Ultimately, I am simply sad, that this incident, at McDonald’s occurred.  Sadly, I assume, there could be, some ‘ripples in the pond’, from it.

I recalled, that Floyd had said, he found it self-defeating, for people, to become violent, in somewhat random ways, in order to achieve, ‘social justice’.  I think, a goal, might be, social disruption, rather than, social justice…  Leaders can be, those who love, or those who hate…  Those who love, would advise blacks, to simply seek to live, in an integrated way, among all of our society, and by doing so, to become accepted, just as people, among other people, with each person, being unique, and-or special, in his or her own way.  Those who hate, would seek, to create incidents, to create divisions, separations, for upon this division, they can become leaders.  It is not, that they wish, to ‘win’, by violence, but that, they wish, to maintain the struggle, to maintain their leadership, so they must maintain, an atmosphere, of hate and conflict, to do so.  It is not altogether unusual, for those who hate, to seek to attack, those who love, simply to replace love, with hate.  I recall, how British Intelligence, sought to kill, a Nazi occupation leader, precisely because, that leader, was liked, and moderate, and the result, was as they had hoped, with a new Nazi leader, who was harsh and repressive, and thus gave strength, to those opposed to Nazis.

I enjoyed, some movies, during the course, of the evening.  Regression, was inspired, by actual events, and was set, in 1990, in Minnesota.  This was a tale, of hypnotic regression, hysteria, and Satanism, or fears of Satanism.  This fictionalized tale, is worthwhile, awareness-building.

I enjoyed Corteo, a 2005 performance, of Cirque du Soleil, which I found, to be very good, or excellent.  This show, was colorful and fun, easily ‘family-friendly’.

I enjoyed, a nice conversation, with Roger, who is now, visiting with family, in Pennsylvania.  Roger told me, that incidents, at that McDonald’s, are frequent.  I guess, when one gets, a group of boisterous, somewhat happy, kids, who become loud and playful, among people, who are just seeking, to be left alone, and live their own lives, then ’misunderstandings’, can occur.  These kids, usually buy nothing, and just occupy, a nice air-conditioned space, away from parental or other adult supervision.  I am uncertain, if I will stubbornly continue, to patronize, this McDonald’s, or more prudently, start to go, to another location, where these incidents, are less likely to occur.  I should minimize risk, to myself, and my property.  I do find it strange, that management, at this McDonald’s, has banned Roger, while it tolerates, these youths, who continue, to cause incidents, at this location.

I enjoyed, a nice meal.  Dikaia was fun and affectionate, and both she and I, very much enjoyed, the cooler air, which graced my home and local area.  I went to sleep, around 5:30am.  I awoke, at 7:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, in the nice cooler air, with a Native American blanket, though I was dressed, only in my underwear.  I awoke again, around 11:30am, and did then arise.  Dikaia was tempted to roam, and so I put her, into her chain.  Dikaia aggravated, her bad foot, by jumping the fence.  She had been limping less, but, after this, she was back, to keeping that foot, off the ground.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then another, and then fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, some games, of Reversi-Othello.

My COPD, was mildly strong, the type, where breathing, inhaling, can be a challenge.  My spirit was sad, to continue, to face, challenges, adversities, in life, at this late stage, of my life.  I remind myself, that a doctor, is unable, to heal the healthy…  I mused, that Jesus, lived to be 33, and Buddha, lived to be 88, with the mid-point, thus being, 60.5 years of age, and that I am now, 62 years of age… There was, some pronounced heat, on this day.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved.  I gave, fresh dry-food, to Dikaia.

I went, to Rose’s, in Cavalier Square, and bought a pair of shoes, the only pair, that was my size.  I had noticed, the previous day, that my current pair, is cracking across the middle, on one shoe.  I went, to Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and bought candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I went, to a different local McDonald’s, and found it, to be oriented, toward families with young children, with a nice play area, but was without, any internet access, so I went, to my ‘normal’ McDonald’s, as it was too late, to go, to my local library, and have adequate time, to do my normal on-line things.  One youth, from the day before, was there, and he affirmed, that he had been uninvolved, with yesterday’s events, and I knew this, to be true.  I told him, that I thought, that yesterday’s events, might have been, a misunderstanding.

I enjoyed, a very nice meal.  News reports mentioned, that Iran, has now deployed, up to 100,000 personnel, to Iraq and Syria, and that Iran, has now granted permission, for Russian planes, to use Iran, as a staging area, for bombing runs, in Syria and Iraq, against ISIS.  Perhaps Obama hopes, to retain US influence, with Iran, with servile or prudent appeasement.  Syria used, to perhaps be, a blockade, between Iran’s military, and Israel, but that ‘reality’, might now, no longer be true.  There could be, some very devout Muslims, who give thanks to God, when Muslim forces, overrun Jerusalem.  Israel has yet, to recognize Christos, and its behavior, toward the peoples it has conquered, has sometimes, or often been, less than humane.  Bluster says, that Obama, has gained, ten years of peace, for Israel, and if that fails to occur, then it would not be, saintly Obama’s fault.

China has announced, that it will set up, its first, military base, on foreign soil, on the horn of Africa.  The US, allegedly has, 42 military bases, staging areas, on foreign soil, at this time.  Perhaps all of Israel, could receive, a tee-shirt, that says, ‘I survived Obama’…  I think, some might think, that if Trump wins, he will be, a strong US leader, and thus, they might feel tempted, to act now, during Obama’s remaining time in office, while they can, so that Trump faces, a ‘fait accompli’, which he might accept, as he could ‘save face’, by blaming it, on Obama.  There does seem to be, that ‘gathering of armies’, near Israel, as heralded, by Biblical Revelations.  Foreign situations, will remain as they are, with aggression against the US, on the rise, if Hillary winds, but Hillary, might be, more likely, to accept that situation, than Trump.

Trump announced the formation, of a council of Hispanics, to act as liaisons, between their communities, and him.  I shared, a video clip, of Trump’s speech, to African-Americans, on my FaceBook time-line.  Someone commented, that Trump, is a hateful bigot.  I said, that I do not believe, that Trump, is a hateful bigot.  That person said, that I must be, either deaf or stupid, and he did not believe, that I am deaf.  Insults often go, where facts fail to tread…  There was a report, indicating that Trump’s companies, currently hold debt, of $463 million, in credit they have received.

There were also reports, of major insurance companies, withdrawing, from ObamaCare, due to significant financial losses.  I would speculate, that our medical world, is beset, with those, who worship false profit, corruption, on both sides, from overly high medical billings, to those who seek, unnecessary medical treatment, and hope, to gain, disability payments, or pills to sell.  I think, this two-sided corruption, from above and below, was a major influence, for the collapse, of the Soviet communist system, and is perhaps, what is a problem, within Amazon today, and also, is a problem, for social programs, within the US.  Civilization, must be built, and maintained.  Those of the past, are those who have, helped to build, today’s ‘civilization’, but it is those of today, and tomorrow, who must maintain it, and it is, in the maintenance, of standards, values, decency, honesty, integrity, that our civilization, perhaps is being failed, by those within it today.

I visited, the web-site, with examples, of Friday’s art, and did download, two images, of his unique pieces.  I received, an email from Kemp, telling me, that he is now okay, and is sorry, that he is unable, to visit me, during this year.  I responded, that I am glad, that he is well.  Hessbie recommended, a five-part video documentary, about our universe, being holographic, and I easily downloaded, four of these, but had problems, with one of them, and mentioned that, in reply, to Hessbie.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, and poked those, suggested by FaceBook.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Matt-C, Tampa Bay Paranormal, Scott-P, Wayne-K, and Danny-O, among others.  I shared items, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I felt productive.  I was on-line, over four hours.

I returned, to my home, which was warm, until the early morning hours, even with the front door open, with a fan, positioned there, to bring inside, some of the cooler outdoor air.

I enjoyed, a fast-paced movie, Steve Jobs, which was biographical, and indicated, that Steve felt himself, to be akin, to an orchestra conductor, who headed corporate and technological development efforts, to produce innovative computer products.  Jobs was basically, a marketer, a promoter, a showman…  Jobs somewhat, ‘lost his humanity’ during this process, but, was able, to regain some of it, before his death.

I enjoyed, a documentary, featuring a woman, Juanita Broderick, who claimed to be raped, by Bill Clinton, and detailed how Hillary, always helped, to protect her husband, from the victims, of his sexual aggression, in order, to protect, their political power.  I also experienced, a somewhat terrifying, 2016 hatchet-job, documentary, Hillary:  The Motion Picture, which detailed her life, until she became, a US Senator, from New York.  It seems that Hillary, has been the financial wizard, trading favors for money, most all of her life.  It might also seem, that Hillary, has been well paid, by agents, of China’s government.  I can recall, that when the Clintons, left the White House, they stole, much of the historical furnishings, and were sued, and forced to return, at least some of it.  It might seem, that Hillary, has done much, which is wrong, counting upon, only having to return, some of it.  Beware of those, who worship ‘false profit’.

When Hillary, was First Lady, she sought to have her cronies, assume some, of the White House travel business.  The White House, travel personnel, had served, seven previous administration, but when the head, of the travel office, balked at becoming corrupt, he could have been, simply fired, but instead, Hillary had him targeted, for legal and tax investigations, and sought, to ruin his life.  Travelgate, seemed to me, to be horrifying...  Hillary became, the first First Lady, to ever be indicted...

I made, two paranormal DVDs, to seek to share, with Fishnetterrie.  I enjoyed, a nice meal.  I remained, somewhat comfortable, wearing shorts, without a shirt.  I did bring Dikaia inside, and she was, good company.  I charged, my cellular telephone.  I enjoyed, a nice big meal, despite the risk, that my body, would fail, to process this material, before I had, to return to work.  I did make a point, to curtail, my use of tobacco, and went without cigarettes, for the last three hours, before I went to sleep, around 4:30am.  By that time, my home, had become, more comfortable, though I did sleep, in shorts, without a shirt, without a blanket.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to the Appomattox Regional Library, in Hopewell, McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

There came, some gusts of wind, which did bring, some cooler air, into my home.  Dikaia, refrained from roaming, though she panted, as she slept, or dozed.  I guess Dikaia, was ‘beat by the heat’, on this ‘dog day’… My body, was moist, and I was, slightly nauseous.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, at all levels of difficulty, playing first, and then second, in each level, and won all games, except for one.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on, deodorant and cologne.

I went, to the Appomattox Regional Library, in Hopewell.  I renewed my library membership, to get on-line.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook.  I returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, and poked those, suggested by FaceBook.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I felt, that I, was in, ‘bad shape’, but did feel productive.

There was, a young gentleman, with a table outside, gathering signatures, to allow the environmentalist Green Party, to be on the ballot.  Hillary’s Vice President, in times past, was endorsed, by the Green Party, but apparently, not this time.  I did sign, that petition.

I checked, my bank balance, and it was fairly decent, though the balance, will be lowered, once the bill payments, I have recently made, are deducted.  I purchased, via SmileAmazon.com, some blank DVDs, and season 11, of Bones, and season four, of Longmire, both of which, have yet to be released.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought, a package of cigarette lighters.  I returned, to my home, and put things away.  I fed my fish, and gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.

I enjoyed, two movies during the ‘evening’.  Gods of Egypt, is an adventure tale, about a time, when ‘gods’, lived among humans, and helped to build, ‘civilization’, in Egypt.  These gods, had qualities, similar, to the ‘gods’, of the Norse, with ‘normal’ life-spans, of between 750 and 1000 years.  The finite life-span, is a contemporary belief, as previously, the gods of Egypt and the Norse, were said to be immortal, unless killed.  This movie, also seemed, to conjecture, that humanity exists, in a matrix, an artificial holographic reality…  I also enjoyed, Master and Commander:  The Far Side of the World, a fictional naval war tale, from 1805, about an obsessive pursuit, of a French vessel, by a British one, a grim reminder, that ‘war is hell’.

I suppose, the main thing, about this ‘evening’, was how warm it was.  I was warm, even in the air current, of the fans.  Dikaia refrained, from barking, to come inside, until nearly 3:00am.  I remained, somewhat uncomfortable, until 4:00am.  This heat, seemed to me, to be, the hottest we have experienced, thus far, this summer.  The heat, was ‘debilitating’, and certainly eroded, my quality of life.  I considered, that my influence, for cold and wind, seemed slight, but that, things might be better, than they might, have otherwise been.

I received, a telephone call, from Roger, who has now been fired, from his job.  Roger burned, three pizzas, in separate incidents, in one day, and that was why, he was fired.  Roger said, the ovens, lacked timers, and he was unable, to keep track, of time, perhaps a focus issue.  Roger is fortunate, that he lives, with his parents, who continue, to support him.  I fear, that Roger, might not have, ‘a bright future’...

I sought sleep, around 5:10am.  I slept, until 11:45am.  My home, was still warm, and I became, quite moist, in my office.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I mused, that from one perspective, the election, between Trump and Hillary, could be construed as being between, the Wizard of Oz, and the Wicked Witch of the West.  I threw away, three movies, and updated, my movie reference library book, to remove those items.  I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I decided, to refrain, from attending, Horse’s birthday celebration, in part, because I felt doing so, would take away, much of my available time-off, and I lack fondness, for crowds, and I felt, I would be, a stranger, to most people there.  The idea, of ‘meeting people’, fails to thrill me.

I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello.  I was thankful, when there came, some occasional, strong gusts of wind, which brought cooler air, into my office.  I made a portrait, of Kieran, a member, of my former, Bebo UK gallery.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I did investigate, and found, that my local weather, is anticipated, to remain, ‘as is’, unfavorably hot, for five more days, and then begin, to become more temperate, and shall be nice, in about ten days.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Zak-S, PCH Paranormal, and Jeff-O, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I did feel productive.  I spent, about four hours on-line.  I enjoyed, the cool air, at McDonald’s.

Although polls, tend to show Hillary, ahead of Trump, there was an on-line statistic, that on all social networks, at least five of these, Trump has more followers, or members, than Hillary.  Trump said, the only way, he could lose, the Presidential election, was if, there was cheating, in the voting or counting of votes.  Statistics were shown, that indicate, that in some places, there are, more votes cast, than there are, actual regstered voters…

I enjoyed, a telephone conversation, with Roger, who was planning, to visit, a shopping mall, with his mother.  Fishnetterrie, sent to me, a telephoned text message, indicating that she would be working, and had received, the envelope from me.  I returned to my home, and found Dikaia, to be off her chain, as she had separated, a metal-to-metal connection.  I repaired that, and cleaned Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh dry-food, water, and a nice meal, with a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I fed my fish, and updated these notes.  Dikaia later again broke, that connection, and this time, I found, a new way, to make the connection, and that did hold.

I experienced many movies, and enjoyed some of them.  I found to be excellent, a ‘serious comedy’, Daddy’s Home, which dealt lightly, with some heavy topics, concerning competition between blood- and step-parents, for the affection of children, contrasting the permissive desire, to be Santa Claus, to make children smile, with the authoritative needs of parenting, which can be, to set limits, borders, to explain and maintain guidelines, on children’s behavior.

I also, can easily recommend, a biographical movie, Trumbo, about some of the life, and times, of Dalton Trumbo, a movie screen-writer, who was affiliated, with the US Communist Party, at a time, when the US government, in its Cold War struggle, with the Soviet Union, acted against anyone, who was affiliated, with the Communist party.  Life in a cage, was viewed, at that time, as ‘un-American’...  While any US political party, might have nationalist tendencies, at least eventually, at that time, Stalin had indeed, many agents, within US governing circles, and it was thought, by some, that Communist writers, would be pro-totalitarian, and aligned with Stalin, and seek to erode, ‘family values’, ‘Christianity’, devotion to God, and ‘democracy’.  Hollywood became, somewhat ‘self-censoring’, and a ‘witch hunt’, tainted many people, and caused them, to lose their employment.  These people, were somewhat, branded as traitors.  In some ways, this situation, was akin, to someone saying, Stalin wants to kill us, so we are going, to kill ourselves, in that, the liberty, which was allegedly, to be cherished and protected, was then restrained, for ‘national security’, a typical ‘1984’ ploy, of using a foreign threat, to promote domestic order and security.

I also enjoyed, my Paranormal 160505, collection of YouTube videos, which featured, some NASA footage, of UFOs, which seem visible, only in the ultra-violent, spectrum of light, so are invisible, to the human eye, but can become visible, when an ultra-violet filter, is used.  There seemed to be, as a norm, many UFOs, which leave the Earth’s atmosphere.  There is also, the ‘famous’ ‘Black Knight’ satellite, which is speculated, to be hundreds of years old, and which does, change its position, as if under control, though some speculate, it was put there, by ETs.  This collection, focused on shadow people, including, The Hag, The Hat Man, Djinns (‘gens’), sentient beings, who are perhaps among, those of ‘the many’.  Some of these, are said to be, ‘energy vampires’, and gain some sort of sustenance, from feeding on humans.  These often appear, as a silhouette of darkness, darker than normal darkness.

I enjoyed, two telephone conversations, with Roger.  During our first talk, I advised Roger, that Amazon, is normally, always hiring, either directly, or though Integrity, either of which, can be accessed on-line, at any time.  During our second talk, Roger told me, he had applied, with Amazon on-line.  I told Roger, that working for Amazon, is better than being unemployed, if one needs income, to survive in life.

I positioned, one big fan, at my front door to bring into my living-room, some cool outside air.  I positioned, the other big fan, given to me, by Pea, in front of me, and this helped me, to be somewhat comfortable.  This hot weather, is to be endured…  I did, perhaps once an hour, drink some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage, to seek to keep, my body hydrated.  I did bring Dikaia inside, and she was okay.  I gave a hot-dog, and a dog treat, to Dikaia, now and then.  I enjoyed, some small meals, a can of mini-beef ravioli, a can of mixed fruit, a hamburger.  I ate, two Bayer aspirins, as I felt, some pressure, in my head, and I wondered, if that might be, because of added food, in my system.

I sought sleep, around 5:45am.  At least, it was still, basically dark.  I awoke, around 11:00am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  Dikaia wished, to go outside, so I put her, onto her chain.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 1:15pm.  I was sluggish, and the heat, in my office, made awakening, perhaps more challenging.  At least part of me, felt okay, with returning to work.  I fed my fish.  I updated, these notes, and the computer version, of my entertainment library reference book, and my ‘entertainment review’.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  The heat, was sweltering… Many plants, seemed to be wilting, or withering…  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I made selections, of soups, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I put on deodorant, medicated one spot, on one leg, and put on clothing, and my security identification badge.  At least, my body, seemed slightly less gaunt, on this day, than when my days off, first began.  At least I did have, some enjoyment of life, during these days off, though less, than what, I might normally have.  I put away, my lap-top computer.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become, totally dry.  I put water, into one bucket, with two little grape tomato plants.  I harvested, seven little tomatoes, and enjoyed one of them.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.

I mused, that perhaps, rather than having, a  ’red’ candidate, or conservative Republican, and a ‘blue’ candidate, or liberal Democrat, what we have, with Trump and Hillary, is two ‘green’ candidates, the color of money…  In the past, the color red, or pink, was used to indicate liberals, as red, was used, to indicate communists, and pink, to indicate socialists.  ‘True blue’, was used, to indicate patriots, or Republicans.  I would guess, the change, to use red, for Republicans, and blue, for Democrats, was made, during the past decade.  Of course, there are those, who might use, ‘the Soviet method’, and say, that whatever is current today, is the way, it has always been…

The Democrat-aligned CNN, has reported, that while there had been found, some corruption, in the Democratic National committee, in seeking to rig, the Democratic Party presidential campaign, against Bernie Sanders and for Hillary Clinton, those individuals, had lost their jobs.  Truth be, that those individuals, were allowed, to retain their jobs, until after the Democratic National Convention was over, and then they were hired, by the Hillary campaign.  The individual, who revealed this truth, was later found murdered.  One blurb, shared by Stephen-B, asserted that 62 people, have been killed, when they became disfavored, by the Clinton machine.  WikiLeaks released, more emails, which have revealed, that Hillary, accepted money, for the Clinton Foundation, in return, for granting favors, from the US State Department.  The Clintons, are now said, to have, a net worth, of over 100-million dollars…  Trump says, that Hillary’s greatest accomplishment, has been, to remain out of prison.  Floyd has ‘joked’, that regardless of who wins, the Presidential election, the winner, probably faces impeachment.

I cleaned the kitchen.  I padlocked, my bedroom door.  My COPD, was mildly moderate, and seemed, to wish to strengthen, as work time approached.  I emptied, the kitchen garbage, into the outside garbage container.  I had, some chest pains… I enjoyed, a small can, of tuna-fish.  A picture of Raoul, graced my computer monitor, and I hoped, that Raoul, would find ways, to survive in life, that are overall, karmicly positive.  I played three games, of Reversi-Othello, at a setting, that is most difficult for me, and I won, two out of three games.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  Lang was again absent, probably on medical leave, during which, he is partially paid.  It might seem, that Lang might prefer, to earn a partial income, without working, than to earn, a larger income, for coming in, to work…  There seemed to be, once again, on a Sunday, a lack of work, and everyone was told, to pack single item orders, from totes.  I mused, that this situation, has seemed to exist, on Sundays, since I mentioned, to Christine, that I enjoy Sunday, because it is a good day, for me to get, a good rate, in MultiCart.  Manny mentioned, that his rate, had seemed to be, artificially lowered, during the past week, to a point, where he got seriously aggravated, and complained, about that situation, after which, Manny says, his rate, suddenly returned to normal.

At one point, Roy came to me, and told me, that my rate, was 58.  I thought that was, absurdly low.  Boss Liam, timed me, when I was packing normally, and found, that I completed, one item, in 30 seconds.  To be specific, Liam timed me, from scan to scan, and the item I had, was designated, for a 1AD box, and failed to fit, in that, and fit instead, into a 1A5.  Both Liam and I, were baffled, at how, my posted rate, could be so low.  I am uncertain, as to why, Roy might seem to favor, discouraging workers.  Floyd told me, that Lang, seems to do, the same thing.  Floyd thinks, that Lang and Roy, might tell a worker, that he or she, has a low rate, to seek to get that worker, to work faster, but often, it has, the opposite affect.  I told Liam, that I suspect, that one influence, for Roy, to tell workers, of a fake low rate, is to influence that worker, to artificially boost his or her rate.  I advised Liam, to mostly observe, for three or four months, to get an idea, of who wants what, and who does what, to be cautious, around any somewhat hidden pitfalls, that might exist.

One aspect, that has occurred, throughout the years, with my journal, is after I have given, a fake name, to a new person, then later, a new person, appears in my life, who actually does have, the fake name, that I had already given, to someone else.  I imagine, if anyone, sought to find, the actual persons, named in this journal, that aspect, could bring, some confusion.  When I named Lang, in this journal, I knew nobody, named Lang.  However, later, Roy appeared, and Roy’s actual last name, happens to be Lang.  I would wish, to avoid, having anyone think, of the person I named as Lang, as being, the person, who is actually named Lang, as the person I named, as Lang, is somewhat of a decent human being, whereas, the person, I named as Roy, definitely has, some less than desirable traits.

I recall, that when Roy, first appeared, in this position, he was less than welcomed, and I was, among the few, who treated him, with respect, and was civil and friendly to him.  This now seems, to have, little meaning, to Roy, though I have remained, helpful to him.  Now, I tend to think, that when Roy, is smiling, that he has done, or intends to do, something harmful to someone.  It seems, that Roy, never has, an encouraging word for me, never has, any positive feedback, and only comes to me, to discourage me, with tales, of an artificially lowered rate.  I continue to think, this is bad management, or mismanagement.  It is a task of management, to put the square peg, into the square hole, and it is mismanagement, to blame the square peg, for failing to fit, into the round hole.

I mused, at how Godfrey, who was, a very competent hard-worker, now is, a blatant slacker, and is openly, hostile to Roy, while Doright, has always been a cheater, and has become, slightly more blatant, though normally, seeks to be discreet, but is loudly opposed to Roy, when Roy is not around.  These two, very different types of workers, with different types of characters, have aligned, in their opposition, to Roy.  I suspect, that what Godfrey says, about Roy, not knowing what he is doing, could be true, and that Roy, is simply flailing.  My problem, with Roy, is that he artificially lowers, my posted rate, which could harm, my continued employment.  Rather than embracing, the open rude, hostile, opposition to Roy, of Godfrey, or the behind the scenes, resistance to Roy, of Doright, I have sought, to be unaffected, and to just do my job, as best I can, without getting aggravated or panicked, and that is what I did, on this day.  I was at least tempted, to ask Roy, to leave me alone, unless he has, something good to say.

Roy put tags, on Single Totes, that allegedly had, priority items, and yet, as a norm, I would find, that totes with tags, lacked priority items, and totes, without tags, did have, priority items.  I am uncertain, why Roy, might do this.  Perhaps Roy, is a ‘contrary’?

Floyd was positioned, behind me, and helped to make, my day more pleasant.  Floyd is certainly, a faster packer than I, but I was not, that much slower than he, and yet, he was given, a rate of 80, when I was given, a rate of 60.  Christine came to me, and told me, that my rate, during the previous week, had been, way above benchmark, and thanked me, for my hard work.  Christine then went, to Floyd, and told him, that his rate, had been, way above benchmark, and gave to Floyd, a certificate, and one RIC2 dollar, as a reward.  I can hope, to one day be treated, like Floyd.  Augustus made a point, to come to us, and tell Floyd, that I was grabbing, all the good totes, as I was ahead, of Floyd, on the conveyor belt.  I made a point, to give to Floyd, a good tote.  I most certainly, was not grabbing, all of the good totes.  I wondered, if perhaps, some effort was being made, to cause a rift, between Floyd and I.

Around 3:00am, Roy asked me, to go downstairs, to AFE, and I did so.  I sought to get there, a tad more quickly, to avoid, having my rate, lowered too much, with extra idle time, as the time, between when I stop working, in one area, and start working, in another area, is tacked onto, the first area, as idle time, or zero packed, which lowers one’s rate.  Jackie and Tatum, were absent, and I got, a work-station assignment, from Babe.  I had some challenges, in AFE at start.  First, the scanner, failed to work, so I changed its battery, and then, it still died, so I changed its battery again, and it soon died.  I searched, five or six walls, with Sugar’s help, to find a battery, that had been, properly seeded, inserted into the recharge slot, and was properly charged.  Then I found, that my work-station, lacked any spoos, and the girl next to me, helped me, to set up, a spoo machine, for my work-station.  After that, work went smoothly, and I did help, to get all priority items packaged, which we of my wall, managed to do.

There was music, upstairs and downstairs, on this day, and that was nice, actually helped me, to work faster, more happily.  I just ‘tranced out’, and focused, on my work.  The music, helped time, to move more quickly.  I know, that Henrico, seems to dole out music, as a treat, when it can help, to boost morale, and thus increase performance, of workers.  This is akin, to a parent, who is only kind, to a child, when that child, does something extra, and not always, even then…  Obviously, these people, are ignorant, of types of attachment, i.e. avoidant, ambivalent, and secure, and of parenting or management styles, i.e. permissive, authoritative, and authoritarian.  They have rejected, the advice, from The Thought of Christos.  Floggings will continue, until morale is improved?

I worked, a full shift, and my COPD, actually lessened, during the course, of the work-day.  It seems to me, at least sometimes, that my COPD, is on, its own pendulum, which occurs, regardless, of my level, of physical activity, or weather conditions.  I think, that my level, of physical activity, and weather conditions, might influence, how much I feel, my COPD, but the COPD pendulum, seems to me, to be its own animal.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain and gave a hot-dog, to her.  My home, seemed very warm.  I found, that on my last day at work, about four days ago, I had eaten, three frozen dinners, but had prepared, four frozen dinners.  The fourth frozen dinner, had been left, in the microwave, and now was full, of maggots.  I am uncertain, of how flies, got into, that sealed compartment.  I suppose, it might be, easier to believe, that a fly, got into, that sealed compartment, and laid eggs, rather than, to believe, these eggs, were already resident, in the sauce, of that frozen dinner, though dormant, because they had been frozen…  I cleaned that compartment, though some maggots remained.  These maggots, seemed unaffected, by the cooking, one at a time, of four frozen dinners, in that microwave.  However, they did die, as I slept, as I left open, the microwave door, and they dried out.  I very much enjoyed, two episodes, from season six, of South Park.

I went to sleep, around 5:50am.  I awoke, around 11:15am, due to the warmth, of my living-room.  I did have, one big fan, directly on me, and another big fan, blowing air, around the living-room.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was very moist, and that moisture, helped to cool my body.  I dozed, until 1:15pm.  I felt okay, though I did mildly have, the type of COPD, where breathing, can seem to be, a challenge.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia roamed, and I put her, onto her chain.  There did arrive, one thick gray cloud, which moved slowly, and arrived and remained, and then expanded, to fill the sky, above my home, with my thanks, to my allies including God.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won, all but one of these, at various levels of difficulty.  There came, loud cracks of thunder, and then, a soaking rain, which cooled the ground, and revitalized the plants.  This was very nice.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I put on deodorant, and my clothing, and security identification badge.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food to her, and a nice meal.  I fed my fish.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I was, without enthusiasm, or antipathy, for or against, going to work, just viewed it, as necessary.  One day at a time, and I continue, to seek to save money, and remain employed, until Amazon, lets me go, or until at least February, or perhaps April, of 2017, though that seems, so far away, when I am tempted to believe, that I might be more able, to enjoy life more, without Amazon…  I guess my next goal, is payment, of my property and car insurance taxes, while I do have income.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  The sky, continued to growl.  I enjoyed, some games, of Connect Four, and Solitaire, and then spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I ate, some tuna-fish, and drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored water.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  The ‘news’, at our facility, was that 25 people, have been fired, thus far, for stealing, from the Bistro.  One black person, did bemoan, that so many blacks, choose to steal, when Amazon gives to them, the income, to actually buy, these inexpensive things…  Fox News, focused on rioting, in Milwaukee, where a black police officer, shot an armed black man.  This rioting, was said, to be, due to ‘racial tensions’, though I am uncertain, of how, this could be construed, as ‘racial tensions’, when it was, a black on black incident.  The black police chief, said, that most rioters, are youthful black males, who have been raised, without proper moral and ethical guidance, due in part, to lack of fathers, or commendable male role models.  The single mothers, might like to say, that they are doing, the best they can, but what they have done, often or sometimes, is to have children for income, from the state. Many mothers, fail to guide, male energy, into productive behavior, and today, often it is favored, to medicate male children, to reduce their energy levels, which then can produce, drug addicts later in life.  The public schools, often are little more, than day-care centers, where bullies rule, and gangs flourish, in the neighborhoods.  Often, the ’successful’ roles, are those, of street-corner drug dealers, who have money, and live, ‘by the gun’…  This reality, is a bit, of an arena, for males, during their twenties, and then, they tend to live lives, in prisons, in their thirties and forties, or beyond.  Some might view this, as a ’black problem’, but I suspect, that it is becoming, a ‘white problem’, due to the growing numbers, during the past two decades, of single poor white women, who have children, to get income, from the state.  I believe, there is some discouragement, for young males, who anticipate a future, where they could easily lose, their property or children, to women in divorce, and they might embrace, a ‘what’s the point, in trying anyway’ attitude.

Augustus said, he fails to understand, why these people, destroy their own neighborhoods, burning businesses, which are seeking, to survive, in their neighborhoods.  I think, part of the answer, is that, these neighborhoods, are not viewed, as ‘theirs’.  Homes are rented, rather than owned, and businesses, are viewed, as collaborators.

Floyd said, he fails to understand, how some people, seem to think, that violence, is a way, to gain social justice, when what it does, is promote, a stronger police response.  I doubt, that ‘social justice’, is an intended goal...  I suppose, that sometimes, violence, does gain focus, and thus perhaps, some priority, as with focus, can come, efforts to solve problems.  One might suppose, that lack of jobs, is one problem, as ‘our jobs’, have been shipped overseas, for cheap foreign labor.  However, from what I have seen, at Amazon, one might also conjecture, that these people, even if jobs are available, might fail, to seek to do, ‘a good job’, and might instead, be more prone, to seek, to ‘get over’, to cheat, to lie, to steal, especially, if management, is permissive, and tolerates those things…  Some liberals, have been prone, to be, anti-religious, anti-God, whereas some religions, have provided, some moral guidance.  Some liberals, might hope, to replace, ‘religious morality’, with ’ethical guidance’, but, what might be happening, is ‘religious morality’, has been disparaged, dropped, without being replaced, by ‘ethical guidelines’.

A lady commentator, on Fox News, said that, ‘family values’, as a theme, has been tarnished, by becoming mired, in anti-gay hate-mongering.  There is, a certain extreme, which can become anti-life, with the strict puritanical adherence, to alignment with Michael.  I would suggest, that some might seek, to be pro-family values, without being, anti-gay, understanding, that gays, are part of families.  I would suggest, that people can be, pro-Democrat, without being, anti-Republican.  I would suggest, that people can seek to be, pro-female, without being, anti-male.  I would suggest, that people, can be pro-white, without being, anti-black, or can be pro-black, without being, anti-white.  I continue to advise, that reverse discrimination, is discrimination, and that fair standards, can be a way, to end discrimination.

I started, my work-day, thinking that, I would rather be elsewhere.  I felt concern, about the arena, about all the various challenges, that I could face, and had a distinct feeling, that I would rather be, at my home.  I told myself, that I would feel better, about being at work, once I began to work, and this is, what did actually occur.  However, I did then have, a pretty good ‘day’, with Amazon, and was glad, to be there.  My thanks, go to Christine, Floyd, and Doright, for helping me to smile, on this day, at work.

Floyd told me, a wonderful tale, from when, he was, a little child.  Floyd had enjoyed, as a child, watching episodes, from the television series, Gilligan’s Island, a comedy, about some people, who were stranded, on an island.  When one of the main actors, from Gilligan’s Island, Bob Denver, appeared in the area, Floyd, when a child, was able, to meet him, and, thinking that Bob, had just been rescued, from being stranded, on an island, offered to Bob, an Eskimo Pie ice-cream treat, a very nice gesture, which Bob accepted.  Now Floyd says, that if he had known, that Bob was a rich actor, who had never, actually been stranded, on an island, he would have kept, that ice-cream treat, for himself.  However, the goodness, of that child, in seeking to be kind, to someone, he viewed, as less fortunate, helped me to smile.  I am sure, that Bob was tickled, and remembered that incident, for decades.  That was, a very nice tale, for me to hear.  Floyd helped me, to smile, on this day.

Work went, fairly smoothly, I worked Multi-Cart, for the entire shift.  There seemed to be, zero great carts.  Doright was, a Process Guide, and I did, many priority items, whole carts sometimes, for him.  I just accepted the situation, and did, as good a job, as I could.  I believe, Doright does, an excellent job, as a Process Guide.  Roy made a point, to tell me, that my rate, for first half, was low.  I refrained, from looking at posted rates.  My mood was good, but I did become, a touch ‘slap happy’…  Cullum was, my water-spider, and did, an okay job, though I did, have to stock, my own supplies, during third-quarter break.

I suspect, that the nice black lady, who worked ahead of me, might have been stealing.  She likes, to have a bright work jacket, which is usually reserved, for supervisors or managers, though hers, simply says ‘associate’ as its label, which indicates, just a regular worker.  I believe, she is, the only regular worker, who likes to wear, a jacket like this.  This jacket, has two pockets.  She hung this jacket, on this day, on a corner, of her work-station, and on this day, her movement, would disturb, the sensor, of my dunnage dispensing machine, causing it, to stop dispensing dunnage, which would then, require me, to go to her work-station, to readjust that sensor.  This is, in part at least, how her behavior, came to my attention.  I noticed, that the pockets, of that jacket, seemed to have items in them, but then, later, after breaks, would become empty, and then gain items, as work progressed.  I lack certainty, that she was, actually stealing, but I did come to suspect, that perhaps she was.

Toward the end, Doright gave to me, a final priority cart, in addition, to my having already done, two big Mega-A carts, during the final quarter.  I was, a touch disheartened, to see, that the lady ahead of me, was working, on a very nice Mega-A cart, while I was bogged down, with a Mega-B priority cart.  I felt, it was, perhaps somewhat wrong, for me, to have a lousy priority cart, while this lady, could work, on a very nice cart, which lacked, having any priority items.  Doright had said, that everyone was needed, to handle, the large volume, of priority carts.  I could have hoped, that the lady, might have been included, as part of ‘everybody’…  When I was, halfway through, that cart, Doright returned, and let me work, on a very nice, Mega-A cart, and took that so-so priority cart, to two others, to work on together.  Doright said, that was, his ‘gift’ to me.  Floyd later explained, that we had missed, processing all of the priority items, by several thousand items.  I guess, Doright had decided, that it might make, little difference, if I did, that lousy priority cart, while letting me, work on a good cart, for my final 25 minutes, made a positive difference, for my rate.  Doright helped me to smile, on this day with this gesture, of kindness, or compassion.

Floyd also told me, a sad tale, of how workers, at a Apple computer manufacturing plant, in China, have been committing suicide, by jumping, from the top, of the building, because they are depressed, that on their wages, they might never, be able to afford, to buy one of the computers, which they make.  Apparently, according to Floyd, Apple has now installed nets, to catch workers, to discourage others, from attempting suicide, in this way.

Christine was also, friendly and warm, ‘human’ in a kind way, and helped me, to smile.  I also enjoyed, friendly banter, with Bluster, Friday, Randy, Lilly, and Tex, during a break, with coffee, supplied by Amazon.

I felt, a touch haggard, gaunt, as I departed.  I shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.  I do want to mention, that at the 2016 Summer Olympic Games, that US swimmer, Michael Phelps, won gold medals, as he has done, in the two previous, Summer Olympic games, an outstanding achievement.

The air temperature, was slightly cooler, though still warm.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  Dikaia had, tangled her chain, which very much limited, her mobility.  I fixed the chain, after I released her, from it.  I gave, two hot-dogs, to Dikaia, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with some of the little tomatoes, I had harvested, with two episodes, from season six, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 5:55am.

I awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:15pm, and then dozed, until 1:15pm.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain, when she returned.  I did go, into my front yard, to look for her, and checked my mail-box, and found nothing.  That tick bite, from over a month ago, continues to scab and peel, but is somewhat healing, just very slowly.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.

Scorching heat, was coming into the kitchen, from outside, but my office, was less hot today, than it had been yesterday.  Clouds began to form, during mid-afternoon.  I spent, a little time, writing to Fishnetterrie.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I took, my recycling container, which is now full, to curb-side, and checked again, my mail-box, which remained empty.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh dry-food, and water, with four trays, of ice cubes, which I then refilled, and returned to my freezer.  I cleaned, the little bird-bath, and put fresh water, into it.  I viewed this activity, as a sign, that I am acclimating, to the heat, which is both good and bad, as while I might be, more functional now, I shall probably, thus feel, the cold, more coldly, when it does occur.  I suppose, that is part, of the natural cycle, of things.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and lost most, at the most difficult setting, though I won, about half in all.  And then it was time, to get my day, ‘into gear’…

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved and showered.  I put on deodorant, and my clothing, and my security identification badge.  In answer, to a question, of how hot has it been, I could say, it has been, hot enough, to melt the deodorant, in my bathroom’s cabinet.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.  I ate, some tuna-fish, and drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I remember, from my time, living in the desert, that ‘normal’ fruit juice, requires liquid, to process, and can become, a solid, while water-based beverages, help to hydrate, one’s body.  I also, seek to counterbalance, the dehydration, which can occur, from my consumption, of coffee.  I put on cologne.

Ice remained, in Dikaia’s water dish, as I departed, around 4:45pm.  I felt okay, with going to work, thanks in part, to a decent day, at work yesterday.

I went, to a local Wawa, and bought cigarettes and fuel.  The lowest price of fuel, is now, about $1.87 per gallon.  As I was leaving, the Wawa area, and stopped, at a red light, a pretty black girl, crossed the street, and I smiled at her, and she frowned and turned away from me.  I wondered, if she might be, another black, who has been taught, that whites, are evil racist bigots, so she behaves, in a racially bigoted way, from some righteous sense, of anger against whites, even if, she might never, have actually been discriminated against, at any time, by any white.  She has, perhaps listened, to those hateful voices, who claim, that all black problems, are due to white people. I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.

More people, have been fired, for stealing, from the Bistro.  Bodybuilder Chekkov, has now returned, to working for Amazon, after a long absence.  Rioting continued, in Milwaukee, with burning of vehicles and businesses.  There were reports, of whites, being dragged from their vehicles, and beaten, hurt, by mobs aligned with (only) Black Lives Matter.  One female commentator, mentioned, that she fails to understand, why blacks would attack, any white person, in response, to an armed black police officer, shooting an armed black criminal.  Another white commentator, said that blacks, will ignore, any calls, for greater social and ethical behavior, morality, within the black community, if it comes, from a white person, but a black commentator, said that if any black, says the same thing, calls for greater ethics and morality, in the black community, then that black, is called a ‘Tom’, short for ‘Uncle Tom’, a collaborator, with the white oppressors.  I know, that many blacks, live harmoniously and comfortably within our society, but our media, is focusing upon, fueling, those who live in hate, those consumed by demons.  I suspect, that Black Lives Matter, targeted Milwaukee, precisely because, it has, a black police chief, who has called, for greater morality, within the black community.  I suspect, that Black Lives Matter, is creating, white hatred, toward blacks…

After a lifetime, as a white male, of being told, to accept, preferential treatment, for blacks and women, to accept, a lifetime, of my being discriminated against, to make up, for past wrongs, even if I, have never committed, any of these wrongs, I am a bit tired, of listening to liberal Democrats, who preach, that whites need to understand, how tough life can be, for blacks.  Life can simply be tough, for most anyone, and pandering, to those who hate, seems to fail, to get them, to stop hating, but rather, encourages them, to continue.  Don’t feed the sharks…

I doubt, these ‘angry’ blacks, would view themselves, as spoiled brats, fostered by a permissive environment, but I believe, that is part, of the picture.  They want everything, in return for nothing, and seek to intimidate, to get what they want.  And, while it might seem, that lack of good fathers, due to either absence of any father, or presence of maladapted fathers, lack of guidance, lack of ethics or morals, is a cause, for these young black males, to riot, to lash out, at any white, it might seem forgotten, that these young adults, are probably, going to be this way, for the next 20 to 40 years…

I heard, in my mind, Murph’s words, that Obama is fostering, this black violence, precisely to be able, to declare martial law, so that he can retain, the office of President, rather than leaving office, at the end, of his legal term.  One might also suspect, the involvement, of foreign money, to disrupt and weaken, the US.  I can hope, that military discipline, is maintained, for if our military, is operated, like Amazon, then even our military, might be incompetent.  Our military, has become, akin to a welfare agency, as our jobs, have been shipped overseas, so for many, military service, is the best form of employment, they can hope to have, in these times.  I continue to wonder, if one of Saint Obama’s goals, is to destroy this nation.

This was a day, of a maelstrom at work, a terrible awful day, for me, though I did endure.  I was, touched by hate, resentment, and anger, and was tempted, to leave.  I do not know, that I should continue, to subject my spirit, to this unhealthy environment.

I worked, next to Marlon King, Marlin, and he hoarded, many Mega-A carts, having five at one time.  Marlin never completed, even one cart, and kept intermittently repeating, one slot in one cart, which had 40 items, for the entire work-shift.  Vaneshia brought to me, a priority Mega-B cart, that she had been given, and I did package it.  Vaneshia sought to get rid, of another cart, assigned to her, by Process Guide Alfonse, but Alfonse noticed, and brought it back to her, where she then kept it, and ignored it, knowing that it could be Alfonse, who might be penalized, for failing, to get the priority items done  We missed, many many priority items, for the second day, in a row.  Apparently my own order, was one of those, Amazon Prime orders, that was missed.  Amazon gives no credit, to workers, who package priority items, and later only cares, what rates were.  Managers do get, a bonus, if priority orders, have their deadlines met.

Manager trainee Cochise, brought a Mega-B cart, to me, but it lacked, any priority items. Cochise then brought, a second Mega-B cart to me, which blocked me, from getting more carts, or a good cart, while Marlin, next to me, would go directly, to the Rebin workers, and wait for a cart, to be finished, which he would then hoard, without completing it.  One might suspect, that Marlin was as interested, in hurting other workers, as he was interested, in artificially boosting, his own rate.  Management turned, a blind eye, to Marlin, perhaps precisely, because Marlin is black.  It was Augustus, who is black, who spoke to me, a while ago, about Marlin’s lack of character, and I have now, come to accept, Augustus’ position.  I can understand, that Augustus, has prospered, because he does, a competent job, is hard-working, as his norm, and to him, someone like Marlin, who gets away, with less than decent work behavior, only because he is black, is probably, an insult, to Augustus.

After I finished, the priority items, in the second Mega-B cart, from Cochise, I sought, to get rid, of the bad carts, or at least one of them, to make room, so I could seek, to get a good cart, and repair my rate.  We are supposed, to only have, two carts at a work-station, the one being worked upon, and the one, to be worked upon next.  Sometimes, Lang has removed, my second cart, saying workers, should only have, one cart, but even Lang, seems to apply this ‘’rule’, selectively…  I suspect, that Lang’s many absences, are tolerated, only because he is black…

Cochise frowned, on my putting any less than desirable carts, back to the center, after I had completed, the priority items.  I told Cochise, that Amazon favors volume, and ultimately, only cares, about rates.  Therefore, I should seek, to get a good cart, to please Amazon, and keep my rate good.  Cochise thought, I was being overly selfish. About an hour later, Cochise came to me, to tell me, about my rate.  I reminded Cochise, of our earlier conversation, and told him, that he was now doing, the exact thing, I had said, he would do, which was, to focus on my rate, when it was lower, than my norm, when it was he, who had caused this, to occur, by assigning to me, less than desirable carts, so that I would package, priority items.  While I might believe, that it would be ‘productive’, if Amazon’s managers, might inquire, as to why, a rate might have become lower, I suspect, that what Amazon managers are doing, is nurturing the arena environment.  I have to admit, that those who cheat, like Marlin, are beating the arena.  I did point out, that at least, I was working, while Marlin, continued to enjoy, long repeated absences, from his work-station.

There came a time, when I asked Marlin, if he really needed, to snag another Mega-A cart, as he already, had five.  This got Vaneshia, to come to me, and ask me, what my problem was.  Vaneshia said, that Marlin had told her, that I was ‘hating on him’.  I told Vaneshia, that Marlin’s hoarding of carts, was keeping others, from having a chance, to have good rates, and that included me, and this was, making me feel anger.  Vaneshia said, that I should take this up, with management, rather than badgering poor Marlin.  I said, I had not ‘badgered’ Marlin, but had merely inquired, if he needed, more than five carts, of if he even needed, to have five carts.  Vaneshia said, that she herself, had seven carts, so I should be, as angry with her, as I was, at Marlin.  I looked over, at Vaneshia’s work-station, and could easily count, that she only had two carts, as is allowed.  Marlin said, that he only had, carts that had been brought to him.  I told Marlin, that I had watched, and seen, that he had himself, gotten, all; the carts that he now had.  I told Marlin, that he was, lying to me, and I could hope, that he at least, did not believe himself.  A terrible, voice of hate, in my own head, tempted me, to go out, and hurt some random black person, and leave a note, saying, ‘this one’s for you Marlin’…  It was hearing, this temptation, in my own head, that caused me, to consider, that I perhaps, should cease working, at Amazon, as this environment, can seem unhealthy, for my spirit.

Many of the black male ReBin workers, only give their good carts, to black females, while they put, the less than desirable carts, into the center aisle, which does show, they are capable, of putting carts, into the center aisle.  I made a point, to ask a black ReBin worker, why he had never ever, brought a cart, to me.  I told him, I was uncertain, if he was discriminating against me, because I am male, or because I am white.  I suppose, one answer, would be, to have more white workers.  However, for what it’s worth, most white ReBin workers, put their carts, into the center of aisle, as is proper, for anyone to grab.  So, when whites, are proper, and blacks cheat, then that works, against white workers, as blacks, can get good carts, from both blacks and whites, while whites, might only get, good cart, from the center aisle, now and then, especially when, the black workers, hoard carts.  This ReBin worker, did later bring to me, a good cart.  But I had, to set it aside, to do a priority so-so cart, brought to me, by Cochise.  I can say, that there are now, more white workers, than when, I was first working, with Amazon.  Nonetheless, I am uncertain, if Amazon, could be recommended, as a place, for whites to work, or for anyone decent, to work, as there can be, much negativity, in the arena, to endure, with that danger, of hate begetting hate.  People who are hit, can learn to hit.  I think Black Lives Matter, is teaching whites, to hate and hit.  I suspect, that the time, of white tolerance, for black privilege, could be ending, and that a generation, of whites, who are intolerant, or even angry, toward blacks, might be arising.  When Hillary says, she sympathizes, with the black situation, she is also saying, that she doesn’t care at all, about the plight, of poor white people.  I am uncertain, if our nation, can survive, another eight years, of Democratic Presidential rule.

My own advice, to me, has been, to just seek, to do my job, and accept, my own termination, if it comes.  I shall seek, to do, the best job, that I can.  However, what occurs, is I do get aggravated, by events…  I do, get caught, by the arena, at times.  Fortunately, these moments, of hate or anger, do pass.  However, I was once again tempted, to buy a gun, for defense of my home.  I think it might be, a terrible omen, when Christos, buys a gun…  And yet, doing so, might be, a proper example, of being adequately prepared, for self-defense.  Christos is not, a doormat…  I considered, that I could, only select, for less than desirable Mega-B carts, and only accept, good carts, when they are assigned to me.  This could help me, to reduce any feeling, of resentment, but it would violate, my ethic, to seek to do, as good of a job as I can...

Cochise, did bring to me, one Mega-A cart, but it was filled, with three item orders, and these, were mostly big text-books, so it was actually, a so-so cart.  It had been announced, that there would be, mandatory overtime, for my shift, in two more days.  At least this time, we got, the ‘required’, at least 24-hours notice.  It could be amusing, to think, that the people, who are refraining from working, will actually work, if they have to come in, on one more day…  I remember, how Marvin, would steal from his boss, and got fired, and then that boss, took Marvin back, thinking Marvin, would be grateful, for a second chance, only to have Marvin, view this, as a new opportunity, to steal, from that boss, which Marvin did do again…  During the final 25 minutes, Doright brought to me, two nice carts, and I could only be amused, when Cochise and Hector came, and took one of them away.  It was okay, for Marlin to have, five or six carts, but wrong for me, to have two…  I was most tempted, several times, to leave early, and later, joked with Floyd, that my ‘great act of defiance’, was to leave my work-station, one minute early…  Geronimo came to me, to retrieve Triana’s badge, but Marlin had taken it, and vanished with it, which got Geronimo, to angrily repeatedly shout, for ‘Rico’, and then Marlin finally did appear, and gave that badge, to Geronimo.

There were, two loud arguments, that I was able, to perceive, and I could be glad, that whatever conflict, was occurring, was some distance, from me.  I guess, one could say, that it had been, a somewhat terrible day, for me, with Amazon, and I was tempted, to believe, that I would prefer, to be elsewhere.  Our managers, told everyone, to leave, within five minutes, of end of shift, as our facility, would allegedly have, all electrical power, turned off.  I wondered, if perhaps, our facility, might be left, shut down, and I considered, that this might be, a good thing, if it ends, one spot, of ‘hell on Earth’…

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62 ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd.  Floyd had come to work, on the voluntary overtime day, and had become distressed, that so many workers, who had also come, for overtime pay, were working, so little.  I advised Floyd, to simply seek, to do, a good job himself.  Floyd said, that when others, are slacking, that he must work harder, to get things done properly, so his ability, to do, a good job, is impacted, by the sloth of others.  Floyd does assume, a sense of needing, to make sure, that things are going well.  I told Floyd, that essentially, what he perceives, is a management issue, and that for now, our bosses, seems inclined, to tolerate, or encourage, what some might perceive, as less than desirable work habits.  I advised Floyd, to maintain, good work habits, as these, could help him, no matter where he is employed.  I suggested to Floyd, that perhaps, at a federal level, officials are more concerned, with having, as many people employed as possible, even if these people, fail to work that much, or ethically.  The less, that some people work, the more people, could be employed?

I told Floyd, that perhaps, these people, might view Amazon, as a threat, to US well-being, as Amazon might seem to reflect, an imperial economy, where our jobs, are held, by cheap foreign labor, to keep our own people, more under control, by their own poverty.  I do recall, that it was I, who suggested to the elite, that a common denominator, was that all people, regardless of their being, workers or owners or management, are consumers…  I did agree with Floyd, that it is probably unlikely, that our corrupt people, are seeking, to do anything ‘good’, for our nation…

I advised Floyd, to seek to avoid, becoming resentful.  A battle, for a warrior, is within, to keep negativity, from becoming resident, or in control, internally.  I also advise, in general, for all people, to seek, to give to themselves, more positive imprints, than negative imprints.  And I do advise, that people, find ways to smile, which minimize harm, to others.  I advised Floyd, to continue, to work competently and honestly, at a pace, and in a way, in which he was content.

Lang, Augustus, and Vaneshia, among others, were absent, on this day.  Roy was in charge, and I guess, his ‘classes’, which allegedly have kept him, from working on Sundays, these past couple of weeks, have ended…  Nobody upstairs, packed Multi-Cart, or worked ReBin.  I packed Single Totes.  I had a couple, of very good totes, which enabled me, to pack many items, very quickly.  I know, that I also packed, 30 items, between 8:00pm and 8:15pm.  However, Roy told me, that my rate, was 60.  This was, much lower, than I felt, it should have been.  I was unaffected, and continued, to seek, to do a good job.  I did face, my computer, suddenly crashing, and my screen, went blank.  I sought, to reload Firefox, and it crashed.  I sought again, to reload Firefox, and it crashed again.  I restarted my computer, and it thereafter worked properly.  Sonny was my water-spider, and he did, a very good or excellent job.  I refrained, from looking, at rates, which were posted, after first-half.

I got some momentum, from some good totes, during second half.  Most people, did seem, to work hard, though, of course, there was Amelia, who walked around a lot.  At one point, Amelia departed, while holding, a bright orange cloth, and then returned, holding a dark brown cloth…  It was as if, both Amelia and Roy, had been given, some sort of signal, to proceed, without concern…  I thought, I might have actually, improved my rate, and had a decent rate, and then Roy, asked me, and those around me, including Cleo, who had been providing me, with quick hazardous warning label approvals, to move, to another line.  Others were allowed, to remain, in that work-line, although Roy had said, he would move everyone, from that line.  I could muse, that perhaps, Roy had sought, to disrupt me, precisely because, my rate, had been improving.

I helped fix, the work-station, to which I had been moved, as it lacked water, for its tape-dispensing machine, and some of its boxes, were in the wrong slots.  I helped, the girl behind me, to learn how to fix, her dunnage dispensing machine.  Stokley brought to me, four totes, with priority items, and two of these totes, had multiple similar items, which I could process, more quickly.  I was working, on the second, of these totes, when Roy came, and removed it, perhaps precisely, because, it was a good tote, and my rate, might have been improving.  Roy gave that tote, to a new inexperienced packer, so it was not, as if, he had done something, to make those priority items, be packed, any quicker.

Marlin spoke with me, and said, that he had seen me, in Hopewell, and I gave to Marlin, my telephone number, if he might wish, to wish to experience a movie, during one, of our days off from work.  I had, a very nice conversation, with Friday and Randy, during third-quarter break.  I affirmed, that I believe, that people, can choose, to surmount, the negatives, they experience in life, and choose, to seek, to live in, karmicly positive ways.  This is perhaps, akin to what Maslow called, ‘self-actualized’ people.  Randy thought, that self-actualized people, are becoming more common, as awareness is growing, that people, can choose, how to live in life.

Floyd was disturbed, that Roy, had complained to Floyd, about Floyd’s rate, in packing Single Totes, although, for a while, there had been, a lack of work, in Single Totes.  Floyd could be, our best tote wrangler.  I could hope, that Floyd, was not being targeted, because he is seen, as close to me.  I think though, that there is also a pattern, of those who are very good, doing what they do, being targeted, for adversity, though I am uncertain, why management, might seem to wish, to disturb, those who are competent, honest, and hard-working.  I believe, it is, a task of management, to put the square peg, into the square hole, and, if management complains, that the square peg, failed to fit, into the round hole, that might be, ‘mismanagement’.  Floyd was sent, to four different types, of work assignments, on this day.  Each time, that one is shifted, one has to adjust, to the new situation, even within the same type, of packing.  There was a time, when I felt, that my hands, might wish to cramp, but they refrained, from doing so, and I attributed, this improvement, to my consumption, of tuna-fish.

I worked, a full shift, and had, an okay day, with Amazon.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  There was a rabbit, in my driveway, when I arrived, but it scampered away quickly.  The air temperature, in my home, was okay, and I kept, the front door closed.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, when she came inside.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children.  I sought sleep, around 5:50am, and it came slowly.

I awoke, around 11:30am, and turned on, the coffee-maker, to have fresh coffee.  The air temperature, was perfect.  I was able, to doze, until 12:45pm, and arose, around 1:15pm.  I was very tempted, to remain, in the comfortable air, but did start my day.  I enjoyed, fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia inside.  Dikaia did roam, but returned, when I called for her, and I put her, onto her chain outside.  The air was cool.  The sky was overcast.  There came, a light rain.

I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, and added some art, to the PDF version.  I very much enjoyed, the comfortable, balmy, cool air.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.

Adrien’s daughter, who works for Amazon, is thinking of leaving Amazon.  She now has, ‘water on the knee’, and seems to believe, this is a reason, to keep her, from working for Amazon.  To my knowledge, this is, a temporary condition, rather than being, a permanent disability.  I had this once, when I was a child.  I suggested, to Adrien, that first, Amazon might find, an accommodation for her, where she could work, while sitting, at least temporarily.  Adrien seems to believe, that this daughter, might prefer, to leave Amazon.

I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I got more dressed, and straightened, my living-room.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I checked, my curb-side garbage container, and found, that it had yet to be emptied, so I left it, in place.  It still has, that heavy stuff, from someone else.  There was, a lack of mail.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Ramboi.  I spent some time, savoring more, of Fishnetterrie’s, letter to me, and responded, to some things, she had said.  Fishnetterrie said, that she does receive, a small pension, from her former work-place, even though it closed, and she lost her job, before having worked there, the required time.  Much of Fishnetterrie’s, final ‘time’, with that employer, was on lay-off.  Fishnetterrie believes, that a friendly spirit, lives in this home, with her.  I fed my fish.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I checked, to see, if I could now, access voluntary time off, and voluntary overtime, from the kiosk, in the upstairs break-room, but it continues, to fail to operate.  That situation, now is common, for many workers, and Murph suggested, that management, now wants, for everyone, to access these things, from the ‘hub’ downstairs, though nothing has been said.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Sally, who says, that her husband, Mitch, is 67 years of age, and is thus considered, old enough, to get Social Security, and be able, to earn as much income, as he can, without penalty.  Sally said, that it is only, when one first gets Social Security, that a limit is placed, on the amount of money, which one can earn, without a reduction, of payment, from Social Security.  People, over 60 years of age, might find it difficult, to continue, to work hard, and might find it difficult, to get a new job, at that age.  Mitch though, recently bought, a new vehicle, and was told, that he could get a job, driving cars, between dealerships.  Sally also said, that for some people, including her, if one fails, to take, the early retirement, than one is unable, to get Social Security, until one is 67 years of age.  When I spoke, with a Social Security representative, and indicated, that I would wish to retire, at 63 years of age, there was no mention, of any problem, with my doing that.

Godfrey said, that he is facing, a possible garnishment, of his wages, for an IRS tax debt.  Floyd told me, that Lang had, returned to work, and had gone, to see Colonel, to get approved, for extra medical leave, or time off with partial pay, due to his skin rash, which Floyd says, now covers, Lang’s face.  I tried, to use Google, to search, for the name of that soap, which can be used, for skin ailments, like poison ivy rash, but instead, only found, new ‘approved’ products.  I also discovered, that I have now forgotten, what my current password is, as I had to change it again, a short time ago.  Amazon favors, one changing one’s password, every three to six months.

Jack was around, on this ‘day’.  Floyd told me, that Jack has been transferred, to the ‘swing shift’, which works, from around 12-noon, until 11:10pm.  Floyd said, this change was made, because of so many, new managers, being hired.  Part of me, still likes Jack, as he can be charming, but, part of me, also now wonders, about how challenging, my first six months, with Amazon were, with Jack in charge, as I handled, first all the large items, at the end of Single Totes, and then large items, for Multi-Cart, and Jack, never gave to me, any real helpful tips, nor better assignments.  I do like to believe, that Jack, helped me, to retain my job.  Jack rarely speaks, to or with me.

Christine announced, that she would be absent, the next two days, as she would be enjoying, some time off.  People cheered, and I thought this was, probably mostly friendly.  Some people, might be disgruntled, about how rates, seem to be played with.  Management now seems, to mostly interact, with workers, by coming around, with a broom, to have workers, clean their work-stations, and to comment, upon rates.  Christine did have Liam, offer some cup-cakes, to workers, but most declined, to accept these.  I refrained, because they might contain lactose.

We almost missed, or might have missed, a priority deadline, because Amelia, who had two good carts, was absent, from her work-station, and perched, at a ReBin work-station, to get a third good cart, when one of her existing carts, had priority items, and was being ignored.  Amelia worked behind me, and was pleasant.  At one point, Amelia offered to me, one of her carts, probably the one, with priority items, and I thanked her, for her kind gesture, but declined, as I did have one, upon which I was working, and I thought, I would get my carts, from the center aisle.  I was fortunate, that Augustus, happened to bring, a very good cart, just as I was nearing completion, of my existing cart.

Doright was across from me, at start, and I did have, some friendly banter, with him.  Doright complains a lot, about Roy.  I suppose, many people, have their complaints, about Roy.  I guess, Roy could be commended, for his continuing, to seek to do his job, despite adversity, to him.  Doright then was transferred, to helping as a Process Guide, which is to assign carts and totes, with priority items.  I think, Doright does, a good job, as a Process Guide, and he likes, feeling like a boss, without pressure, to have a rate.  I suppose, my impression, of Doright, has been tainted, by how he seeks, to artificially boost his rate, when he could have, a good rate, without cheating.

I enjoyed, the meal-time break, with Lisa and Floyd.  Lisa continues, to work, an accommodation, where she tests products, for ‘ship in their own container’.  I have been getting, more varied products, to be shipped, in their own containers, and many are inappropriate, and I package them, in boxes.  Lisa said, that work, for her accommodation, was too low, on this day, for her to work there, so was sent upstairs, where she could sit, and turn packages, on a conveyor belt.

I had, priority carts, from Taloos, during both halves.  I had, some so-so carts, and went, at a good pace, for first half, and ended up, with a rate, of 191.  My second half, became awesome, as I had, during the final quarter, that great cart, from Augustus, with 500 items, and did over half, of another, with 450 items, and then had a great tote, from Floyd, with 100 items, in addition, to finishing some priority carts.  Floyd ‘joked’ that Roy, probably thought, I was on drugs, due to my fast rate.  I said, that Roy, probably thought, that I was, artificially boosting my rate.  For me, it remains nice, to have, an authentic rate, even if my posted rate, can be lowered, by Roy.  My pace, remains, about the same, while my rate, can vary, depending on the types of items, for me to process.

There was, a news focus, upon Hillary, who was disparaging, Trump’s economic plan.  I can be pleased, that Trump, has at least, said something, which was not anti-Hillary.  Hillary seems to continue, to just say things, which are anti-Trump.  I tend to think, that Hillary, lacks competency, with foreign policy or economics.

It was, overall, a pleasant day, for me with Amazon.  I am thankful, that Floyd helps me, in a real world way.  Floyd makes, a positive difference, for my work life.  I worked, a full shift.  I felt tired, most of the shift, and attributed this, to my COPD, the type, where I think, that I am breathing normally, but am actually, failing to properly process oxygen.  There was a light rain, but the air, was becoming warmer.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.

My outside garbage container, had been put, into my driveway, but I was able, to enter my driveway.  I should get, some new solar lights, for my driveway, which can be difficult to discern, in darkness.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave two hot-dogs, to her, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children, which helped me, to chuckle.  The inside of my home, was cooler, than outside, and I was comfortable.  I sought sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 12:30pm, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  Dikaia, seemed to want, to go outside, and so I arose, around 12:50pm.  Dikaia did seem, tempted to roam, so I put her, onto her chain.  Dikaia now seems, often bored, as she lacks, the activity, provided by Friend.  I played, ’easy’ music, mostly for Dikaia.  I retrieved my outside garbage container, as it had been, mostly emptied.  There was, a lack of mail.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I felt tired.

I paid in full, my incoming, and outgoing, water bills, and made, my monthly medical payment, even though, the medical bill, has yet to arrive.  I put these payments, into my mailbox, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.  These could be, collected tomorrow.  It was, definitely warmer, outside than inside.  I made a note, to buy more envelopes and postage stamps.  I savored, the remainder, of Fishnetterrie’s, letter to me, and responded to her, and printed, my letter to her.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won half.  I felt ready, for a day off, from work.

I showered, and then used the bathroom, for a fairly solid purpose.  I shaved.  I put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I felt, more ready, for work, though I still had, a certain ‘heaviness’, of my body, which I guess, could be described, as being, physically ‘weary’, perhaps reflecting, my COPD, as I was, mentally okay, with going to work.  I fed my fish, and gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, some tuna-fish.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  A nice tropical rain-shower began.  This stopped briefly, so I could get, to my vehicle. I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant, journey to work, from my home.  There was, a lack of rain, when I arrived.  I was tired, fatigued, and definitely, attributed this, to my COPD.  I asked Augustus, if he could remember, the name, of the type of soap, used to fight poison ivy rash, a type that dries, the surface layer, of skin, and thus kills, skin ailments.  I said, this soap, might be helpful, to Lang.  Augustus said, that he would ask his mother.  Lang was absent, on this day

The new ‘Bistro’, has now been set up, in the upstairs break-room, and a new coffee machine installed, but it was, ‘temporarily out of service’.  Bluster said, that people, would now, have to buy coffee.  A person, was stationed, in the break-room, to help people, properly scan, the items they select, for proper payment.  One can use, one’s debit or credit cards, to put cash, onto a Bistro card, to use to make purchases.  I am reluctant, to trust, the integrity, of the computer system, associated with Amazon, to treat properly, my debit account.  Smith said, he had been asked, to transfer, to one of the other two, local Amazon facilities, RIC1, but was refraining, for now, seeking to be offered, more money, to do so.  I have heard, that RIC1, seeks to adhere, to Amazon rules, and has, less turn-over, than RIC2, where I work, which seems, to ignore all rules, and has, a high turn-over.  Smith said, that the ‘honor system’, where people are allowed, to select their items, and then thereafter, pay for them, rather than, having to pay first, in a vending machine, is intended, to tempt people, who might be prone, to stealing, and thus allow Amazon, to fire them, for theft.  Smith said, some workers, will be made, into ‘examples’, and their dismissals ‘highlighted’, for all to know.  I think, that if the dismissals, were discreet, then Amazon, might be, more able, to get rid of people, for theft.  Smith said, management would crack down, on workers, who fail, to do their jobs, and make examples of these too.  I can hope, that I am not fired, for being honest and hard-working…  It seems possible to me, if management, might wish, to have more workers, and handles less work, then management, might frown upon, having workers, who actually do work.

I went, to the Human Resources desk, to seek, to reset my password, as I had forgotten, what the last one I made, now is.  I was told, to go to a manager, to get this done.  My manager, Corrine, is now absent, and the two new managers, might be unable, to do this task, as they are both inexperienced, and learning about Amazon.  I went, to the Tech Center, and was able, to have my password, reset there.  I had some challenges, as I was prohibited, from using any password, which was similar, to any previous password, and prohibited, from using any complete word.  However, I was able, to use a complete word, and did make a note, of my new password.  Amazon prefers ‘gibberish’ as passwords, somewhat random combinations, of letters and numbers, but for me, ‘gibberish’, could be difficult to remember.   At least the kiosk, in the upstairs break-room, was now working properly, and I could view, my opportunities, for voluntary time off, or voluntary extra time.

This was, a unique day, perhaps like, all other days, are somewhat unique.  I faced, many challenges.  First, my own COPD, which was the type, where I think, I am breathing normally, but I am actually, failing to process oxygen.  This left me, with a sense of fatigue.  Second, the coffee-machine, was ‘temporarily out of service’, and so I lacked, any caffeine boost.

The ReBin workers, seemed to all deliver, the good carts, to favored personnel, mostly to those, who artificially boost their rates.  This resulted, in only less than desirable carts, being placed, in the center aisle.  These workers, then had, two or three good carts, to which they only haphazardly attended , and many, just continued, to artificially boost their rates.  This resulted, in a build-up, of good carts, which were unprocessed, while these workers, still had, good rates.  I got, a good cart, at start, and then thereafter, only had, less than desirable carts.  I mused, that this could be, some pressure, for me, to artificially boost my rate.  I mused, that if I had, good carts, then I would have processed, many many more items, than those, who now had them.  It might be difficult, to seek, to encourage businesses, to operate, within the US, when US workers, seem so corrupt…  Ultimately, this is, a management issue.  At one point, I mused, that perhaps, Amazon now only had, three experienced, good Multi-Cart packers (Boolaboola, Mary, and I), who were actually packaging items.  It might seem, that closure, of this facility, might be, the only way, to fix it.  We continue to be told, that there are, many safety incidents, though these occur, in other areas…

Vaneshia was behind me, and spent, a lot of her time, talking with people, but at least, she was pleasant, on this day.  I exchanged badges, with Mary, and with Triana.  Doright showed Triana, how to artificially boost her rate.  Doright, sought to encourage me, to artificially boost my rate.  Doright said, that I am, the only worker, who refrains, from artificially boosting, my rate.  I think, Doright was, knowingly in error, about that.  I said, that Amazon pays me, to do a job, and I intend, to continue, to seek, to remain honest.  Doright said, that he works for himself, not for Amazon.  I said, that most people, who ‘work for themselves’, do so, on their own ground, and that what Doright does, might be construed, as ‘theft’ or ‘robbery’.  I guess, one can say, that Amazon reminds me, when I seek, to promote my books, that independent business activity, can seem frowned upon, within the ‘managed’ US…

Doright said, that he had worked hard, his first seven months, and had always been, one of the top ten-percent, of Packers, for Amazon, in the entire building, but that, he had come to consider, that he was foolish, to work hard, when he could easily cheat.  Doright said, that it was Vaneshia, who taught him, how to cheat, and that he had only been doing so, for the past month.  I think, Doright knowingly spoke, in error.

I told Doright, that he had been employed, for about two weeks, and trained, by Caruso, in Slam, and then had left Amazon, and joined Integrity, as a coach, where he remained, until March or April, and so, he had not packed, during those months.  Doright has worked, doing Pack, for less than five months.  Doright said, he had worked, for three weeks, for Amazon, before switching, to Integrity.  I said, that perhaps Doright, should have some gratitude, to Amazon, for hiring him back, against company regulations.  I have observed, Doright cheating, for more than one month.  I guess, that Doright, is a charming sociopath.  I also believe, that Doright, can intercept, the data fields, and alter rates, within the computer, which is an ability, he probably gained, as an Integrity coach, which is perhaps, a reason, why Amazon, prefers not to take back, any worker, who leaves Amazon, for Integrity.

Doright said, that he hoped, that I do not hate him.  I said, that I avoid, giving negativity, a home in my spirit, and said, that at worst, I simply, lack any admiration, for Doright.  Doright said, the feeling, was mutual.  Ultimately, I believe, the bad work habits, that Doright develops, could be, their own penalty, throughout life, for him.  Doright, as Howard might say, ‘soils his own nest’…  Most do not know, about the opportunities, they have lost.  Given Doright’s character, or lack of character, I seriously doubt, that Doright, ever honestly produced, a good rate, though I do believe, he is capable, of doing so.  I believe Doright, prefers to lie and cheat, to steal, to ‘get over’ on people, and the more people, he can get, to be like him, the more comfortable, he feels, being this way.

To me, Doright’s behavior, is detrimental, to the health of spirit, and socially, is detrimental, to quality of life.  Hell burns, all who seek, to live there?  One worker, reminded me, that perhaps sometimes, the display, of a gold Christian cross, is an advertisement, of hypocrisy…  I wondered, if perhaps, when Jesus said, that he would make, a house in heaven, for those who follow him, if perhaps, that is what occurred, as a ‘merkabah’, might have been created, an area, of afterlife residence, for those, sincerely aligned, with Jesus.

Jules, was, my water-spider, and he did, a good job.  Roberto was, a Process Guide, and he kept, assigning to me, less than desirable carts, with priority items.  I considered, that I was being assigned, all these, less than desirable carts, because Roberto, might have been unable, to get others, to dependably or actually, package them.  I consoled myself, by thinking, that if I had, a low rate, than that might hurt, the group rate, and if, this was how, Roy wished for things to be, then so be it.  I am willing, to remain honest, even if, doing so, costs me my job.

One girl, Eve, did kindly give to me, one of her good carts…  Nonetheless, my rate, was probably, very low, at least for me, and I did refrain, from looking, at posted rates.  I imagine, that the number, of packages, which I produced, might have been, easily more than double, that of other workers.

Liam supplied, some delicious doughnuts, for everyone, during our first break.  Jack at least, returned my greeting.  Another new manager, Cochise, came around, and saw, my perhaps low rate, and asked me, if I was accustomed, to working with Multi-Carts.  I affirmed, that I was, and Cochise departed, without saying anything, to me.  I was, slightly concerned, that he would see, my low rate, and think of me, as a poor worker, as for now, that is his only impression, of me.  I can hope, that Cochise, might have noticed, the high quantity, of packages, that I had produced, as that data, is available, with rates.  Vaneshia asked me, if I knew my rate, and I said no.  Generally, I understand, that those, who artificially boost their rates, find it helpful, to monitor their rates, to seek to keep, their rates, from being glaringly high, though their high ratio, of items scanned, with a low amount, of packages produced, is generally, a bit glaring.

So, in addition, to my COPD, and the lack of coffee, I also had, a lack of good carts, and then, as a just in case, I might get, a good cart, from another work-line, Rodney was only assigning to me, less than good carts.  And, as always, I face the prospect, of Roy, artificially lowering my rate.  And there was Cochise, observing my rate, as his first impression, of me.  I did get aggravated, when Rodney, came into my work-station, and asked Doright, if Doright wanted, a very good cart, and then, Rodney wheeled that cart, from my work-line, to Doright.  I figured, I was on, my four or fifth, less than desirable cart, for Rodney, with priority items, while Doright, had had zero, of these, so, if Rodney, could give a good cart, to Doright, and take it to him, in another work-line, then Rodney, could most certainly, give to me, a decent cart, now and then, to counterbalance, the less than desirable carts, which I was actually processing, for him.  I then declined, to handle, the last less than desirable cart, which Rodney assigned to me.  I said no.  I felt, I was on, thin ice, but solid ground, as far as, what I have seen, many workers do, without penalty.

Rodney insisted, that I do, that fifth undesirable cart, and brought it back to me.  Augustus advised me, to act properly, and to take this issue, to management.  Roy wandered, into my area, and I brought that cart, to Roy, and declined, to do it, and explained, what had happened.  Roy sided with me, and asked Rodney, to seek, to fairly distribute, the bad carts, among workers.  Rodney got very upset, and insisted, that he was being fair.  I said, that to give to me, four bad carts, and then a fifth, while then, from my work-station, offering a good cart, to Doright, who had done, zero bad carts, was unfair.  Thereafter, for the remainder of the shift, it seemed, that good carts, were placed, in the center aisle, though perhaps this was, in part, because the workers, who were hoarding these carts, were ‘full’…  For what it’s worth, I can package, items from less than desirable carts, more quickly, than most people, but, with cart after cart, then my rate, does go down, and, while perhaps, this is intended, to motivate me, to either work harder, to repair my rate, or to artificially boost my rate, what it does, is get me to accept, that this day, is a wash-out, and I might as well, just accept that, and work comfortably, perhaps slower than my norm.

Godfrey continued, to openly break rules, perhaps to seek, to get management, to enforce standards.  Godfrey spent much time, either doing nothing, at his work-station, or sitting in the break-room…  I wondered, if the ‘Bistro’ ‘guard’, was present, at times, other than breaks…  Godfrey would spend time, walking up and down work-lines, to seek to find, the best totes, and he would only grab these, though perhaps, he might also, artificially boost his rate.  Godfrey got Doright, to look at totes, and to grab the good ones, to give to Godfrey, and Doright did this.  Doright said, he was making, ‘fair trade’, with Godfrey, as when Doright, is a Process Guide, then Godfrey, will actually package, priority items for him.  I suggested to Godfrey that he was, ‘setting a bad example, for the children’, by which I meant, the new workers.  Godfrey said, ’they will learn’.  Doright and Godfrey, were obviously seeking, to find good totes, by blatantly, peering from above, into them.  I did point out, to Doright, that one can, simply look, at the sides, of totes, and see the outlines, of the items, and discern, which are good, without being, so blatantly obvious, about finding good totes.  Perhaps the vision, of others, is not as honed, to discerning differences in shades, as my own vision, allows me to be, and perhaps my ability, has been enhanced, by my time, as an artist, working with various shades, of colors.  Boss Hector, spoke at length, with Godfrey, but Godfrey, thereafter refrained, from changing his behavior.  Godfrey also, loudly complained, about most everything and everything, perhaps seeking, to encourage dissatisfaction, among workers.

Doright mentioned, that in China, people are forced, to have abortions.  I said, that China, does not force anyone, to have an abortion.  China had been, a managed society, with finite resources, and a huge population, so its government, had said, that it would only pay, for two children, and perhaps later, for only one child.  This meant, that a family, is given a maximum allotment, of income, housing and food, and if that family, chooses to have, more children, then it is, their choice, to ‘make do’, to ‘get by’, to live, on the maximum allotment, as they knew, in advance, how this would be.  If a family, then decides, to have an abortion, then that is also, their choice.  If they behave, like animals, when many forms, of birth control, are easily available, and insist, on irresponsibly reproducing, beyond what, the society, can afford, then their quality of life, might be reduced.  Perhaps Doright thought, or thinks, resources are infinite, whereas, they could be finite.

I went downstairs, during third-quarter break, and found, the new coffee-machine, does work properly, and continues, to dispense coffee, free of charge.  Bluster was in error, when he strongly asserted, that coffee, must now be purchased.  Perhaps this assertion, was simply intended, to foster dissatisfaction.  I had drifted, toward being ‘slap happy’, even intermittently woozy, but the coffee, brought me back, to being, simply fatigued.  Perhaps the walk, back up the stairs, influenced, for my being ‘slap happy’…  Wynn, and a new Rastafarian, who thought he knows me, from Hopewell, were among those, brought in, to help pack Multi-Carts, a reflection, that even with, so many Multi-Carts workers, even with their perhaps high rates, not much, was getting, actually done.  Both Wynn, and the Rastafarian, actually packed items.

If I did not have, the car to pay off, then I would prefer, to not work, rather than, to work at this Amazon facility.  I can hope, that my notes, about my work experience, can be helpful, or entertaining, to others.

A karmic hole, or great negative karma, or dharma, can be surmounted, one step at a time, with positive karmic activity.  I detail this, in The Thought of Christos.  One can seek, to make amends, by doing something beneficial, for those one has harmed, and one can seek, to atone, by doing things, which are beneficial, to others.

Floyd congratulated me, for getting through, this day.  I think Floyd, is the only one, who appreciates, when I have, a good rate.  I can say, though challenging, at least this day, was pleasant.  I can also be thankful, that Roy, aligned with me.  I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I felt, a little less fatigued, when I drove home, than I had, during my work-day, and I hoped, this reflected, a reduction, a phasing out, of my COPD’s pendulum.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  The outside air, was getting warmer, and my home, was slightly cooler inside, than it was outside.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave two hot-dogs, to her.  I enjoyed, one episode, from season five, of Married With Children, and one episode, from season six, of South Park, with four frozen Michelina dinners, and the remainder, of the little tomatoes, which I had harvested.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 11:45am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I dozed, until 12:15pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish, and cleaned Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  It was, somewhat hot outside, and my office, became ‘quite warm’.  Dikaia was bored, and roamed, and I put her, onto her chain.  My COPD, felt mild, but I was, very gaunt.  At least, this might be, my last work-day, of this work-week, and that, always seems nice, gives to me, a little boost…  However, my COPD, did become moderate, or mildly strong, somewhat gripping my chest.

I received a telephone call, from Amazon, asking for me to consider, accepting an ‘away mission’.  However, first, I do have a dog, to care for, which requires me, to be around my home, and second, I have received, a written production warning, perhaps within the time frame, that disqualifies me, from being granted, an ‘away mission’...

I played some games, of Reversi-Othello. I mused, that I do, continue to resist, having a gun, and, if I were to join, an open revolt, I would not be, ‘joining the dark side’, but rather, would be, joining the ‘bright side’, in a battle, against the corruption, or occupation, which might then, rule our nation.  So far, it has not come to that…  I also remind people, that I am not, Michael-aligned, in that, I do not seek, to do only good, as I accept, that there can be, a measure of both harm and benefit, to others, in most all of one’s actions.  I am Christos-Vishnu-aligned, and seek to do more, that is, of benefit to other, than that which is, harmful to other, to raise my spirit, karmicly and dharmicly.  I prefer, to seek to be, as harmless to others, as possible.  I prefer, to seek to be, beneficial to others.  I am definitely, not Lucifer-aligned, nor Satan-aligned, though as Christos, I do have, both Lucifer and Michael, among my ‘parents’…

I was, without enthusiasm, about going to work, but was without any hesitation, about doing so.  I cleaned my kitchen.  I washed my armpits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I put on, my shirt, shoes and security identification badge.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, as my three-egg breakfast cooked.  I fed my fish.  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I ate, some tuna-fish.  I put on cologne.  I was thus, ready for work’, around 4:30pm.  Some nice cooler air, wafted into my home, through my kitchen windows.  I randomly picked, two sacred geometry cards, given to me, by Fishnetterrie, and got ‘recognition’, and ‘release’.  I scanned these, and made them, into pieces of background desktop artwork.  I drank some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage, and departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  Henrico, was in charge, on this ‘day’.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, before work began.  CNN focused, on a climber, who was scaling, the Trump Tower, in New York City.  CNN speculated, that this climber, was protesting Trump’s words, in favor, of the Second Amendment, or right to bear arms, and applauded him, for his political involvement.  I wondered, if Trump, or someone else, was paying this gentleman, to get, prime time media coverage, for Trump.  It was later reported, by Fox News, that this gentleman, is a Trump supporter.

Henrico announced, at our stand-up meeting, that there are now, new higher required rates, mine in multi-Cart, now being 190, with a benchmark goal, of 212.  This high rate, would require workers, to pack, three and a half packages, per minute, for ten hours, without a problem.  Any problem, would make, one have to catch up, not to mention, all the zero time, from breaks and stand-up meetings.  To me, this seemed, unreasonable.  I considered, that no honest person, could actually, make this rate, and thus, I felt now unable, to speak, against cheating.  There is also, the factor, of a ‘bonus’, that is allegedly paid, when one makes, a benchmark goal, as a group, and perhaps, this is, what all the rate focus, is about, as raising the rate, reduces the likelihood, of payment, of that bonus.  I felt, that I would inevitably, get production warnings, and face thus termination.  Another new manager, was introduced, for back-half, but was here, on this day.

Time seemed to crawl, very slowly, on this day.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Godfrey and Doright.  Godfrey said he had received, a production warning, and might face, some ‘coaching’.  One of the best things, about this ‘day at work’, was that, it ended, and is now, ‘in the past’, but it took, a long time, for that to occur.  My COPD, remained mildly moderate, and there were times, that I was concerned, that I was, pushing myself, too hard, and could later face, some health penalty.  Neither Justin, nor Henrico, spoke with me, and, as I walked, with Stone, I ‘joked’, that we seemed, to have become invisible.  I suppose, perhaps silence could be, a good thing, at times when management, might seem focused, on delivering only complaints.  Stone said, that a girl near him, kept being given, priority carts, and then was told that her rate, was too low, and Stone said, that it might be unreasonable, for managers, to expect her, to be able, to maintain, a good rate, when she has to work, on assigned items.

I apparently, did okay, on this day.  I had a mixture, of good and less than desirable carts, and did many priority carts.  There was, a minor comedy, for me, when I observed, supervisors rushing to Vaneshia, to get her, to package priority items, from a cart, that she had been, hoarding and ignoring.  Vaneshia then did, package from that cart, one slot, many times, which resulted, in supervisors returning, to urge her, to finish packaging, the priority items, from that cart.  Vaneshia also, spent much time, speaking with others, away from her work-station, and that resulted, in an inquiry, from managers.  Vaneshia pointed out, that she did have, a good rate…  One new manager, told me, that I had, a first quarter rate, of 191, and said, that it was hoped, that we might have, a group rate, of 195, so it would be nice, if I could do better…  My first quarter rate, was posted, as 190, and my first-half rate, was posted, as 200.  Nobody said anything, about the 200…  Henrico said, Multi-Cart, had a group average, for first-half, of 212, and commended us, and urged us, to continue doing, whatever we had been doing, which I suspect for most, was to artificially boost their rates… I was influenced, to artificially boost my rate, for an additional 30 items, during second-half.  I guess, part of me, wants to retain this job.

I was given, many priority carts, some with very short deadlines, but did get them done, by their deadlines.  Vaneshia was mostly pleasant, though she did, get stern, and demanded to know, what I was looking at, when she thought, I was looking, in her direction.  I was probably, viewing items, on my cart, and was not, looking at her.  Perhaps Vaneshia, wants more attention.  My water-spider, was definitely so-so, with long waits, for response, to signals for supplies, and then, only bringing, a small amount, when he did so.  I changed, my own dunnage.

It was mentioned, that this was, Holly’s last day.  Horatio had resisted, rotating personnel, in Problem-Solve, in order to retain Holly there, but now, that she is leaving, Horatio announced, that Problem-Solve personnel, could only work, two days a week, in Problem-Solve, and now everyone, would be rotated.  Both Holly and Doright, left early…  I worked, a full shift, and shared candy, with many personnel, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I guess, it was, an okay day…

My COPD, was moderate, when I drove, from work, to my home.  I remain thankful, that this was, a safe and pleasant journey.  It seemed hot, when I first stepped outside, at work, to walk to my vehicle.  It seemed warmer, when I went, inside my home.  I had, a feeling, I would not have, enough time off, from work…  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave to her, two hot-dogs, and enjoyed two myself.  I enjoyed, three frozen dinners, with one episode, from season six, of South Park.  I did prepare, a fourth frozen dinner, but felt too tired, to get it, from the kitchen.  I fell asleep, and dozed, during two episodes, of South Park, and then went, to my sofa, to sleep, around 7:07am.

I awoke, around 11:45am.  My living-room was warmer, but I remained, somewhat comfortable, in the air current, of the fan, given to me, by Pea.  It seemed to be, a hot August day.  My COPD, was mildly strong.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes. My body, was moist.  I felt, slightly nauseous.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won, with the computer, at its maximum setting.  I started burning to DVDs, the first three episodes, from the original Doctor Who television series.  My lap-top, had stopped downloading, as it had become, short of memory, or available space.  I deleted some things, and shall continue, to seek, to complete, that very large, though incomplete, collection.  I heard a sound, which indicated, that Dikaia, had jumped the fence, a feat which can aggravate, her bad back foot.  I called Dikaia, and she quickly returned, and I put her, onto her chain.

I shaved, and showered, and put on, clean clothing.  I did feel better.  I collected, the mail, and saw, that my outgoing bill payments, have been removed.  Tomorrow’s pay-check, will be the third, since I began, to seek, to curtail expenses, and save some money.  I am hopeful, that my bank account, might give to me, some security, about surviving, if need be, without a job.  I passed some time, by making payments, for my electric bill, and vehicle registration.  I had a hot-dog, and paid, the ‘dog tax’, by giving, one to Dikaia also.

I went to Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and bought, 15 bags of candy, and two boxes, of envelopes.  I went, to the Hopewell Post Office, and bought, a ‘book’ of stamps, featuring antique trucks, and mailed, my letter and a DVD, to Fishnetterrie.  I also mailed, my electric and car registration payments.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought, a box of dog treats, hot-dogs, cans of dog-food, frozen dinners, cans of fruit, soup, tuna-fish, and mini-beef ravioli.  I enjoyed, the cool air, within my vehicle.  I returned, to my home, and put things away, and gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Fishnetterrie, which she later acknowledged, telling her, a letter from me, was on its way, to her.

I went, to Ramboi’s, and enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Adrien, Ramboi, Horse, Chester, and two little children.  It will soon, be Horse’s birthday, and he kindly, invited me, to join a celebration, of this event, at a Moose Lodge.  Ramboi said, that Louise, will soon start receiving, monthly disability checks, and she wants, for Ramboi, to move from her home, at that time, as she will not need, his money, to survive in life.  Perhaps Louise, will reconsider, and decide, that more money, is always welcome.  However, I did, tell Ramboi, that he is welcome, to have shelter, and pay rent, in my home.  I am concerned, that Ramboi’s presence, might disturb, Dikaia’s quality of life, as she exhibits, animosity, toward Ramboi, and her freedom, might be more limited, to accommodate Ramboi.  I myself, am reluctant, to face the damages, that Ramboi, might accidentally cause, when he is, overly inebriated.  Ramboi gave to me, a coupon, to get some cigarettes, at a lower price.  On another hand, I tend to believe, that Ramboi, is helpful, in real world ways, to everyone he knows.

I returned, to my home, and then went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and had, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Terry-P, Charles-Z, and Kevin-H, among others.

I visited paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared items from them, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared with them, promotional art, with text information, about my books, for Writing On the Wall ~ perhaps a bit ‘off the wall’ (‘http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Wall-perhaps-wall-autobiography/dp/1495367770/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391453333&sr=1-1&keywords=writing+on+the+wall+Jualt’), The Thought of Christos (‘http://www.amazon.com/The-Thought-Christos-Jualt/dp/1496150007/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394820302&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Thought+of+Christos’), The Life of Christos series (‘http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_20/177-8219564-3225431?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks&sprefix=The+Life+of+Christos%2Cstripbooks%2C289&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Athe%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks’), and Rs ~ rambling through spiritual history (‘http://www.amazon.com/Rs-rambling-through-spiritual-history/dp/1500896985/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408727545&sr=1-1-fkmr2&keywords=Rs+~+rambling+through+spirituality+history’).

I alternated, between sharing the web-site, for my interview with Michael and Lindsay, on Paranormal and Beyond (‘http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9FAEs3LJwY’), which has some focus, upon my activities, with weather modification, atmospheric manipulation, as a shaman and shammas, and the show with Royce, on Talk Now Radio (‘https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DsMfWcQNzQ’), which has some focus, on my books and my family background, and also the show, with Melissa-P and William-P, on Dead Creek Radio, with its focus on religion and spirituality, and their impact on psychics (‘https://www.mixcloud.com/widget/iframe/?embed_type=widget_standard&embed_uuid=b966a496-cd5d-4668-96e6-c56e3de84486&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.mixcloud.com%2Fdcrwill1%2Fdead-creek-radio-with-melissa-and-will-pritchard%2F&hide_cover=1&hide_tracklist=1&replace=0’, and the very nice interview, with Kevin-M and Jennifer-S, on Paraversal Universe (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universal-wshaman-walter-brooks/’), with its focus on metaphysics, spirituality, and ‘paraversal things’, and the 160201 show, hosted by Jonathan Mallard, on Odd to Newfoundland Paranormal Podcast, with its focus, on my life as Christos, including interactions with ETs, and the 930201 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with Reverend James David Nicholls, with its focus on me, as Christos, and metaphysics in general (‘http://youtu.be/FFbSEU5MA3A’), and the 930325 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with its focus on psychic awareness, cults, David Koresh and Waco, and sexuality (‘http://youtu.be/Qf8Hhlx6N3o’), and the 920701 show, hosted by Lee Fowler, with its focus on psychic things, telepathy, and world events, and my ability to influence weather (‘https://youtu.be/gPFacpDzZbA’), and the 930106 show, hosted by psychic Barbara Norcross, about ‘psychic things’, and my birth (‘https://youtu.be/kIhPx4ML06c’), and the 930201 interview, hosted by Bob Manning, on Manning in the Morning, which focused on me as Christos (‘https://youtu.be/l9na0JWCryw’), and also the 131025 interview, with Chuck Morse, on Chuck Morse Speaks, with its focus, on some of my life, as a journalist (‘https://youtu.be/INiAPpGSsTA’).

Hillary’s campaign, basically said, that Trumps’ economic plan, was bad, and hers, is good, and that Trump, would be, a bad leader, while she, would be, a good leader.  This presidential election campaign, seems somewhat akin, to a campaign, for class President, in High School…

I felt very tired.  I took several breaks outside, to seek to revive myself, but basically, I remained, very very tired.  I was, without enthusiasm, for my ‘work’…  I returned, to my home, after perhaps three hours on-line.  I enjoyed, all six episodes, from season five, of Red Dwarf, though I did doze.  I enjoyed, three episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone.

I very much enjoyed, and can easily recommend, a ‘Christian’ movie, based on actual events, The Masked Saint, about a professional wrestler, who also, was a Southern Baptist pastor.  This movie, happened to feature, Roddy Piper, a great entertainer, who has now, passed on.

My living-room, was ‘very warm’, even with the fans.  Dikaia was somewhat miserable, but she preferred, being inside with me, in the heat, to being outside, in the cooler air.  I put a brief focus, on ‘cold and wind’.  I enjoyed, a big steak, for dinner, though the meat was tough, and I shared, a third of it, with Dikaia, simply because, it was very difficult, for me to eat. The air, slightly cooled, around 3:00am, and my living-room, became, at least ‘livable’…  One might say, ‘the heat is on’, at both work, and my home...  I went to sleep, around 5:30am.

I awoke, around 9:30am, and was tempted, to remain awake, to avoid, wasting any time, by sleeping, on my day off, from work.  I brewed, fresh coffee.  I did, return to sleep, until 11:35am.  I arose, and turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, turned on, the other.  I fed my fish.  It was, already warm, in my office.  I refrained, from wearing a shirt, and my body, was moist.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  I enjoyed, fresh coffee.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made, selections of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I polished the text, of this chapter, and added, a piece of art, to the PDF version.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

Everyone was told, to work, packaging from Single Totes, which are one item per package.  Jonas and Doright, seemed to have a contest, to see who, could stay away, from their work-station, the longest, as both, spent much time, intermittently, elsewhere.  Perhaps absence, is partially intended, to let artificially boosted rates, lower to more normal levels.  Both Doright and Jonas, walked through many work-lines, to select the best totes, that they could find.  I saw that Doright, was artificially boosting his rate.  I did get some nice totes, with many, of the new Harry Potter books, a script version, upon which, the movie is being made, and part of that movie, was filmed, in Hopewell.  However, somehow, I still received, a lower rate, than I had expected, of 69.  Corrine did mention, that I had, over 100-percent, of benchmark goal, last week, and asked, if I could work, a bit faster, on this day.  I asked Corrine, why does she commend, the people, who seek to do little, and artificially boost their rates, while those, who seek, to do an honest job, and are doing the best they can, often seem, to get some sort, of admonishment.  Corrine told me, that she is unable, to view the rate data flows.  I suggested to Corrine, that she do, as I have done, and go to Singh, and have him, show her, how to do so.  I told Corrine, that normally, one would expect, a ratio, of one package per scan, for Single Totes, and a ratio, of 2.5 or 3, of packages per scan, for Multi-Carts.

When Amelia arrived late, as she normally does, she went, to a Multi-Cart work-station, and put an empty Multi-Cart, in front of her station.  Floyd wondered, what Amelia, might actually be doing, and wondered, why management, let this slide.  I suppose, this enhanced, her privacy.  Later, Geronimo and Doright, joined Amelia, to work Multi-Carts, and I suspect, that all of them, simply did so, without being asked, to do so.  I was asked, by Lilly, to also work Multi-Carts, and I then did so.  Misty and Floyd, each brought to me, a decent cart, though there were few slots, with more than two or three items, and most, had two items.  When I was working, on the second semi-decent cart, Augustus came to me, with two carts, with two items per slot, and explained to me, that there were, about 330 priority items, on the two carts.  I bemoaned, that this would, really hurt my ability, to repair my rate, but did them, nonetheless, as they had to be done.  I met their deadlines, well in advance, and before Doright, had even completed, half of his two-item-per-slot cart.  I have no doubt, Doright and Geronimo, as healthy young males, could easily, pack faster than I, but instead, both choose, to seek to cheat.  I suppose, that one reason, Amelia seeks to have, three or more carts, is to have, one good slot, in one of them, to which she intermittently, and often, returns, and uses the others, as barriers, to enhance her privacy.  Management tolerates this, even though management, repeatedly says, to have, only two carts at most.  Amelia seems to delight, as a ‘contrary’, in doing, whatever management, says not to do.  Amelia had, the same three carts, for the entire second half.  Lilly had said, that everyone, would be moved, to doing Single Totes, after the priority items, of MultiCart were completed.  I told Lilly, that she might have difficulty, getting Amelia, to do anything, and Lilly said, she would remove, the MultiCarts, from Amelia, if need be.  However, later, Lilly let me remain, in MultiCart, as Amelia, Geronimo and Doright, refused to switch, to Single Totes, after they were told, to do so, so Lilly said, I might as well, continue with Multi-Carts also, and this helped me, to improve my rate.  It just seems, to me, somehow wrong, to have job security, while defying bosses, but I suppose, I have my own defiance, in seeking, to remain honest..

I refrained, from viewing, my posted rates, but Han loudly protested, his posted rate, so that Lilly, removed the posted rates.  Han is, one of the fastest, single packers, of actual items…  Lilly was also challenged, to get Geronimo and Doright, to do the priority items, and it seemed, like these priority items, might fail to get done.  Another packer, loudly berated, one of them.  Amelia and Geronimo, then left their pack work-stations, but remained in the building, probably ‘on the clock’, until the normal time, to depart.  Both Lilly and Augustus, thanked me, for doing what I had done.  I appreciated their thanks, but still might face, a later production warning.  I can all too easily recall, that it was my doing, many carts, with priority items, at two items per slot, that caused me, to start having, production warnings.

A new person, worked as my water-spider, and basically refrained, from answering any blue lights, and only brought, supplies on a cart, that he wished to handle.  I got my own supplies.  I did get, quick hazardous warning label approvals, thanks to Susie and Johann.  One day at a time, and I continue, to seek to save some money, for that coast, between when my job might end, and when I might first receive, a Social Security payment.  I know, that I could be, at this time, very challenged, to meet my property and car insurance tax payments.

Overall, the day was okay, and I was glad, to be with Amazon.  I have some hope, that perhaps Corrine, might at least, become more accurately aware, of the situations, faced by packers.  I worked, a full shift.  My COPD, apparently was in the background, as Scottie commented, that I seemed, to be, becoming gaunter.  I shared candy, with many people, including security personnel, as I departed.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave, a hot-dog to her, and had one myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen Michelina dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children, which did help me, to smile and chuckle.  I sought sleep, around 5:45am, but my intermittent insomnia, had returned, and I was still awake, as 7:00am approached.  I ate, two artificially sweetened bread treats, and these, helped me, to go to sleep.  I awoke, at 11:45am, and was able, to return to sleep, until almost 2:00pm.  I thought, this was, adequate rest.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as well as, freshly brewed coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water, and dry-food, to Dikaia inside.  Dikaia did roam, but returned, when I went outside, to collect my outside garbage container, from curb-side.  I found, my outside garbage container, had much material, in the bottom.  It seemed to me, that the heavy remaining trash, including grass cuttings, and empty party beverage containers, and empty menthol cigarette packages, had never been mine, and I was, a bit mystified, as to where, all of that stuff, came from.  I checked, the address, on the outside garbage container, and confirmed, that it was mine.  The day was intermittently overcast, and I welcomed, the cooler air.  August has arrived, and thankfully, this July, is now gone… It was warm, in my office.  I was moist.

I shaved, and then showered.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose, more solid than normal, so perhaps, I finally processed, the thick steak, I enjoyed, two days ago.  I put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  I made selections, of fruit, soup, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia, as well as, fresh water and dry-food.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, and then, a can of tuna-fish in oil.  I put on cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  It was, as I was walking, from my car, to the facility, that I then noticed, that my cigarette pack, with my ‘cards’, like my Food Lion discount card, my driver’s license, and my bank debit card, among others, was missing, from my pocket.  I went, to the security desk, but nobody there, knew anything, about things that might have been found, at the end, of the previous night-shift.  I was told, to go, to the Human Resources desk.  I did so, and they told me, to go, to the main Human Resources office, which I then did, but my cigarette pack, was not there.  I then went upstairs, to the break-room, and enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Augustus and Floyd.  The coffee machine, was ‘temporarily out of service’, and remained that way, for the entire shift.  Augustus said, that mandatory overtime, was on the way, for our shift.  Corrine said, at our first stand-up meeting, our backlog of unfilled orders, with items resident in our warehouse, had doubled, and that mandatory overtime, had been decreed, for one work-shift, but not for mine.  One might wonder, if despite, our high virtual production rate, if our actual production rate, might have fallen.  At least, our facility, seems to be seeking, to save some money, on electricity, as many areas, are now kept dark, or darker.  One wall, of our break room, was painted, and there might be some humor, that this painted wall, is behind the vending machines, where it is, mostly hidden from sight.   A new ‘area manager’, Liam, was introduced.

I had a decent first quarter, finishing two entire semi-decent good carts, and one-third, of two not so decent carts.  Despite that, my first quarter posted rate, was low, at 140.  Floyd has suggested, that sometimes, to seek to encourage workers, to go faster, their posted rates, are lowered.  I think, that when I see, that after I have worked hard, and then receive, a low rate, that I am influenced, to at best, just proceed, at a comfortable pace, as there might seem, to me, to be little point, in seeking to work very fast, if I get, a bad rate, after having done so.  Floyd brought to me, a nice tote, and said, that even he, would be disturbed, if my rate, failed to reflect, those 50 items, as they alone, should raise my rate, by 10 points.  Fortunately, I had a very good, first half posted rate, of 200.  I wondered, if perhaps, Roy had been influenced, to ‘correct’, my initial posted rate, as Singh was also present, at our stand-up meeting.  Floyd laughed, when he saw, one person, with a rate, of 360, for first-half, who had worked, for less than one minute…  This was, a rare day, when the time involved, was also posted.  Perhaps, among ways, rates are altered, is by altering, the time involved…

I went downstairs, for third quarter break, to seek coffee, but found, their coffee-machine, was also ‘temporarily out of service’, as were, their Gator-Aid dispensers, which were said, to be shut down, for cleaning.  I do not know, what my second half rate, or my overall rate, for the day, became.  Two, of the four television monitors, in the big downstairs break-room, have been removed.  CNN was on, one of the remaining monitors, and reported, that Hillary Clinton, has been endorsed, by billionaires William Buffet and Michael Bloomberg, so one might speculate, these billionaires, make their money from cheap foreign labor, and are part of the ‘system’, which Trump stands against…  I recall, that William Buffet, was highlighted, in that documentary, by James Johnson, The One Percent, as his grand-daughter, was interviewed, by Johnson, for that documentary, and, as a consequence, for her help, to a liberal film-maker, William Buffet, disinherited her.  She said, that the private Buffet, is very different, than the public Buffett.  CNN reported, that Hillary, is ahead of Trump, 54 to 44 percent.

Godfrey was, ’on strike’, remaining disgruntled, with Roy.  Godfrey gave’ an earful’, to Roy, telling Roy off, loud and long, when Roy ventured near him.  Godfrey said something, akin to Roy being, an incompetent buffoon, who didn’t know, how to do his job, and was insulting, to anyone, who sought to do, a good job.  Apparently, Godfrey got his total items, to where he made rate, for the day, and then took it easy, just standing around.  This perhaps influences Roy, to be closer to Doright, as he is perhaps unaware, that Doright delights, in taking pot-shots at Roy, and perhaps covets, gaining Roy’s job.  Godfrey said, that as long as his attendance is good, and he makes his rate, then his employment, should be secure.  I suspect, that whatever Doright and Roy, might do, to alter rates, can be undone, by Godfrey.  Godfrey made a point, to kindly say to me, that he is glad, that he has met me, and that was, very nice.  Perhaps Godfrey, is resisting the corruption, in his own way, by making it obvious.

Sonny worked behind me, and I put my badge, where he could, easily access it, for hazardous warning label approvals.  Cullum was my water-spider, and he did, a very good job.  Carlos brought to me, many priority carts, and I got them all done, by their deadlines.  Carlos asked me, to help Sonny, to finish, one big good cart, and I did that also.  I also gave, a good cart, to Sonny.  Godfrey and Bluster, thanked me, for working hard, which was nice.  Liam visited, and said, he was, just graduated, from the University of Virginia, with a business degree.  This would be, his first job, after college.  Liam said that he had been hired, to get rates, to improve.  I said, getting rates, to increase, might not be, as difficult, as he might think…  Roy was offish toward me, and I was, somewhat okay with that.  Roy did visit, to say, there would be, a ‘power hour’, with a gift card, to be awarded, for the final hour.  I said, that it might be tough, to beat Amelia, as she only had to do, one slot repeatedly.  I said, perhaps the only way, to beat Amelia, would be, to do the same thing, and Roy did smile at that.  However, for now, I continue, to decline, to do that.  I shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.

Godfrey, Floyd, Cullum, and Bluster, helped me to smile, on this day.

I was very pleased, to find, my missing cigarette pack, with my cards, between the door and the passenger seat, where it had slid, and fallen.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave to her, two hot-dogs, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children.  I kept, the front door closed, and remained comfortable, in the air-current, from the fan, given to me, by Pea.  I sought sleep, around 5:50am.

I awoke, at 11:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I dozed, until 12:30pm, and then awoke again, around 2:30pm.  I arose.  The outside air, was cool, and the day, was overcast.  That was very nice.  This was, or is, my father’s birthday.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave, fresh dry-food, to her.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated, these notes.  There came, a nice rain-storm, starting around 3:00pm.  This really helped, to cool the air, including in my office, my thanks to God, and my other allies.

I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won half of them.  I washed my arm-pits and chest, and put on deodorant.  I washed my face.  I put on shoes, an Amazon tee-shirt, and my security identification badge.  I put on cologne.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, and a can, of tuna-fish, in oil.  As a body-builder, seeking to minimize, salt, fat, and sugar, I would select, tuna-fish, in water, but with my aerobic activity, at work, I am selecting, for tuna-fish, in oil, for the lubrication, that oil can provide, to my joints, to seek to minimize, the possibility, of cramps.  At least the tuna-fish, does not glow in the dark, due to radiation, though some might joke’, that perhaps, it might be better, for the tuna, if they did.  I played, two games, of Reversi-Othello, and managed to wipe out, the computer’s pieces, in the second game, after also winning, the first game.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home, enjoying the cool air, and nice music, thanks largely to Hessbie.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Jean-Paul, and Murph.  Floyd was actually glad, that on this day, Lang was to return to work, as Floyd does believe, that Lang, can do, a good job.  Lang arrived late, and decided, to leave early, due to an increasing rash, on his face, that he might have gotten, when shaved, by a professional, who might have had, a contagious razor.  There was, a news report, indicating that Black Lives Matter, has now issued, a list, of 14 goals, or demands, which include, free rent, for all black people, as victims of slavery, and reparations, or a cash payment, to all black people, for their time as slaves, even though, no blacks living today, ever were slaves, and no whites or others living today, ever owned slaves.  Some might even say, that for decades, or longer, many blacks, received, or still receive, ‘free rent’, or reduced rent, or rent subsidies, and food, with welfare subsidies, including cash, supplied by our federal government…  Black Lives Matter, allegedly also affirmed, continuing violence, against police, as police are deemed to be, oppressors of black people, even if, many police, are black people…

One might note, that Black Lives Matter, wants free rent, rather than ownership.  Owners are responsible, for the maintenance, of their own properties.  Some might be surprised, to find, that ownership, is often, another form of rent, with payments to banks, and governing taxing cages, like ‘block committees’, cities, counties, states to our federal level.  I have only seen, one news report, and have not seen, any actual document, issued by Black Lives Matter.  I mused, that in the past, ‘free rent’, has been provided, by prison and slavery…  I continue, to promote, fair trade…

Fortunately, I work, with many blacks, who are fine people, with good characters, who are intelligent, attractive, competent, and they are easy reminders, to me, that people are people, as individuals.  However, many whites, live more insulated or isolated ethnocentric lives, and to them, seeing angry blacks, on television, or in their streets, near to their homes or livelihoods, can seem threatening, and wrong, as these whites, might know, they have done nothing wrong, or bigoted, against any blacks, and yet, because they are white, they feel targeted by blacks.

Murph said, that Amazon was building, a housing development, near to our facility, which would give priority, to housing Amazon employees.  I am uncertain, if I would wish to live, in close proximity, to some of my co-workers, as some exhibit, such terrible character flaws.  Perhaps Amazon, might pay, higher wages, to workers, who pay rent, to Amazon?  Perhaps some sort, of employee rent discount, would be offered.  One might lose, one’s housing, if one loses, one’s employment, with Amazon?  There were, some ‘nightmare’ scenarios’, with Amazon, having cameras, in all the housing units, for ‘marketing and security purposes’, and-or entertainment value.  One might face, some control, over which media, one might enjoy, and even, have the ‘benefit’, of management control, of one’s thermostat…  Back to the plantation?

Corrine announced, that Boolaboola, had been the winner, of the MultiCart ‘power hour’, the previous ’day’, with a rate, for the day, of 236.  I worked hard, and had some good moments.  I got, some good carts, and did many priority carts, for Andrew.  Boss Liam visited, and I suggested, that he ask people, what he might do, to help them, to raise their rates.  Fortunately, I had a rate, of 203, when Liam visited.  I told Liam, that it can seem easy, to get a high rate, whereas one must often work hard, to get a low rate…  One can also work hard, to get a high rate…  I told Liam, that my pace, remains the same, but my rate can vary, depending on what type of orders, I have to package.

Doright’s ‘latest trick’, has been, to get other workers, to pack for him.  It is not uncommon, for female packers, to get male water-spiders, to pack for them.  Corrine made a point, to say, that nobody should pack, for anyone else, or help anyone else, to pack a cart, unless asked to do so, by a manager or Process Guide.  Floyd said, that Doright, portrays himself, as a Process Guide, at all times, even when, he is working, as a packer, and he might use, that ‘color of authority’, even when, he does lack, actual authority.  Floyd also told me, that one thing, done by Doright, when he often departs, from his work-station, is to send, an empty box, without a spoo, with a note inside of it, down the conveyor belt, to where Holly, is working, so she might wonder, from where, the mysterious boxes and their messages, are coming.  Holly normally gets to work, in Problem-Solve, and recently agreed, to live with Horatio, who heads Problem-Solve.  Doright is fond of Holly, perhaps even, a touch obsessed.  Hopefully, Doright is not, one of those tortured souls, who only want, to be with someone, who does not wish, to be with him (or her).  After these type of people, get what they want, they then, no longer, wish to have it…  Very sad…  During a break, Horatio got a page, reminding him, that his appointment, for a job interview, was to be, in a few minutes.  Horatio was baffled, as he had not, applied for any job.  This was, a mystery, to Horatio…  I might suspect, that Doright could have been involved…

On this day, I did get, many good carts, mostly all good carts, and thus maintained, a high rate.  My first-half rate, was posted as 203, and I thought, that perhaps, it should have been higher, but accepted Floyd’s counsel, to be content.  Floyd and Misty, made a point, to get to me, or have me get, a very good cart, perhaps the best cart, I have ever handled, one with 600 items, and I did that one, and two other, very good carts, and that resulted, in my overall rate, for the day, according to Floyd, being 245.  Floyd said, that on this day, I was, one of the top five MultiCart packers.  I could be pleased, that I had done this, authentically.  There was, a little tug-of-war, when Bap needed a good cart, and Doright, had three, so Bap sought to take, one of Doright’s carts, and then Doright pursued her, and took back, that cart, from her.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Friday, Randy, and Winston, among others, during third-quarter break.  Amazon is promoting, a ‘Bistro’, probably its own shell, a market-type food supplier, and is going to remove, the current vending machines.  One can get, an Amazon card, to use, in this Bistro, and get special promotions in this way, or one can use one’s own credit or debit card(s).  I am uncertain, of what type of products, are to be offered, and no menu, or product description, has yet been offered.  New(er) micro-wave ovens, now grace our break-room.  I am uncertain, of what shall become, of all the very nice micro-wave ovens, that were replaced.  Some suggested, that Amazon should consider, replacing some of the equipment, used by workers.  I was very glad, that the coffee-machine, was working properly, on this day.

Godfrey remained disgruntled, and continued, to berate Roy, whenever Roy came around him.  Floyd, as always, worked hard and competently.  Han was my water-spider, and he did, an excellent job.  Toward the end, around 4:00am, Roy asked me, and others, to move to ReBin, as it was necessary, to seek, to build-up, some work, for the next shift.  I did move, to ReBin. The remaining Multi-Cart packers, were told, to pack Singles, but Floyd said, they all, seemed to refuse.  I suppose, that the head-to-head, yesterday between Amelia and Lilly, when Amelia, refused to switch, to Single Totes, has had its influence.  Floyd bemoaned, that management, seems to fail, to enforce its own rules.  I said, that perhaps, the main goal, is to employ, as many people as possible, and some of these workers, might be unable, to hold any other job.  One can hope, that eventually, this work experience, with Amazon, shall be of some long-term benefit, to these workers.  The end result though, was a failure, to build up, much work, for the incoming work-shift, as the MultiCart packers, kept reducing, the work that might be available.  Floyd was very disgruntled by this, as he felt, it made him look bad, whereas he was doing, a very good job, or, as always, the best that he could.  I tried, using Misty’s method, when I was in ReBin.

I had a good day, with Amazon, and did work, very hard.  If prizes had been awarded, I might have gotten one.  Floyd certainly, made my day.  I am uncertain, of how I can possibly repay him.  At least Floyd, does occasionally enjoy, some of my candy.  I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I worked, a full shift.  I was both tired, and invigorated.  I commented to Floyd, that I would rather, walk out of Amazon, than to be, carried out on a stretcher…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with some corn chips, given to me, by Godfrey, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children.  I sought sleep, around 5:50am.  I hoped to sleep, until 1:00pm, but awoke, at 9:45am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to doze, until 11:00am, and then again, until 12:35pm.  I then arose.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia, after cleaning those bowls.  My neighbor, in back, hired someone, to deal with their landscape, and that person, decided, to seek to remove, the wisteria vines, which had grown, to the top, of the foliage, and produce, beautiful drapes, of lavender blooms, soon after, Spring first arrives...  I mused, that for some people, landscaping is more akin, to demolition, than to beautification.  Some, of the wisteria, does remain.  I retrieved the mail, which brought to me, the new outgoing water bill.  The day, was mostly overcast, and did have, some cool air.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won some, at a most difficult setting, and also won, the games of Connect-Four, which I played.  When 3:30pm arrived, I reluctantly began, to get my day, ‘into gear’.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I put on, my security identification badge.  I mused, that if I was born, on May 11, when my mother, was 22 weeks pregnant, then perhaps, I was conceived, on or around Christmas Day…  I shared that thought, in my letter, to Fishnetterrie.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I was without, my normal joy, of this being, my last day of work, before enjoying, some time off, as there is that specter, of mandatory overtime, as a possibility.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a can of tuna-fish in oil.  I had felt, slightly nauseous, but this passed, after I ate.  I put on cologne.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, after cleaning it.  I suppose, I should, now refer to this, as my bird-bath, as the other one, is now a planter.  I passed time, playing Reversi-Othello.  I drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant, journey to work, from my home.  I stopped, at the Human Resources desk, and found out, what numeral designation, my work-shift has…  I was unable, to view, my voluntary time off, or voluntary over-time opportunities, as I got a message, that I was, no longer registered, to see such things, and would need, to have my manager, fix this situation.  I brought this situation, to Corrine’s attention, but this situation, remained the same, for the duration, of my work-shift.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Jean-Paul, Floyd, Caruso, and Godfrey.  I spoke, with a lady, who was explaining and monitoring, the Bistro, and she told me, that food would be available, in open containers and shelves, like in a store, and that people, would then take, their items, to the scanning machine, and make their payments, for their items, on an ‘honor system’.  I felt, an ‘honor system’, could be, very risky, among some of the people, I work with.  Floyd said, that perhaps, it could be hoped, that Amazon security cameras, would be used, to locate those, who are prone, to stealing, and this could be, a way, to fire them.  It would be nice, if Amazon, did something, to enforce fair standards.  Perhaps Amazon, now is, very much, like a Junior High School, or High School environment.  Without some enforcement of ‘civilization’, Amazon’s work-place, can sometimes seem close, to the reality, of Lord of the Flies…

We were introduced, to a new Area Manager, for back-half outbound, and a new Process Assistant.  Liam continued, to talk with people, and I was impressed, when he spent, a lot of time, just listening, to Godfrey.  I told Godfrey, a battle for the warrior, can be within, to seek to keep one’s spirit, free from the shackles, of anger, bitterness, and hate.  I took it easy, and worked, at a comfortable pace, as the carts, were so-so.  However, time seemed to move, even slower than I, and I ended up, with a rate, of 203, for first-half, according to the new Process Assistant, Ryan.

I enjoyed, breaks with Floyd, Bluster, Friday, and Winston, among others.  There was, a Fox News report, about the US, making a payment, to Iran, of $400 million, at the same time, that some US ‘hostages’, were released.  I had been unaware, of Iran, having any US ‘hostages’ recently.  Bluster angrily asserted, that anything said, by Fox News, would be a lie.  I assume truth in facts, but understand, that partial pictures, are often presented, and that both left and right, tend to put, their own ‘spins’, interpretations, on these facts.  Winston said, that he thinks, that all trolls, are idiot robots.  I suggested, that trolls, don’t always believe, what they are saying, and are only exhibiting, blind loyalty.  Winston disagreed, saying he thinks, trolls might, as a norm, actually believe, what they say.  I suppose, that people are people, as individuals, even trolls, so some might believe, what they say, while others, might be insincere.

My second half, was fairly smooth, with only one ‘blip’…  I worked hard, and enjoyed, brief visits, from many people, who enjoyed the candy, which I offer.  Roy remained, fairly distant, though he did ask, that I process, priority items, from a so-so cart, and I did so.  I also finished packaging, items from the bottom two shelves, of a so-so cart, which someone, had put back, into the center aisle, as some workers, prefer to avoid, dealing with, the lower shelves, of carts, as that can require, a lot of dipping, bending very low and then standing back up.

The ‘blip’ was serious, and discomforting, for many reasons…  The ‘beast lady’, Vaneshia, whom Stokley once advised me, is ‘an ugly person’, despite her outward beauty, though he, at other times, has seemed, to seek, to be close to her, was friendly to me, and made a point, to say hello, which is unusual, as usually, she has, an unattractive grimace or frown, on her face, and then she walked off, and went, to a nearby work-station.  Vaneshia has seemed, to normally prefer, talking to working, and I have been unimpressed, with her character, in part, because of what Stokley had said.  I went, to where Vaneshia was talking, with an intention, of reminding her, that my candy, was available to her.  I felt, that as she had been friendly, and said hello to me, I would seek, to maintain this thaw, for good relations.  Vaneshia often approaches, looks at the candy, and then walks away.  As Vaneshia, was speaking to someone, I waited patiently, for her to have, a free moment.  When Vaneshia, finished speaking, I did lightly tap, Vaneshia on the shoulder, and told her, that I was just quickly reminding her, that candy was available to her.  It was my intention, to then return, to my work-station.

However, Vaneshia, blew up at me, and loudly screamed, that I could keep, my stinking candy, and that I was stalking her, and that she would report me, to Human Resources, for sexual harassment, and there was nothing, I could do about it, and I would lose my job, and what did I think about that.  I said, that if she cost me my job, then I would follow her, to her home, and burn it to the ground.  This was not, one of my exemplary moments, and I was later abashed, by my own behavior.  If nothing else, if I were, to wish to cause harm to someone, then I should avoid, saying anything, that would make me, a quick suspect.  If one threatens someone, then one can hope, that nothing happens, to that person, in the near future, lest one become, a suspect.  I suppose, this can be true, for both Vaneshia and myself, as if I lose my job, in the near future, I might then assume, that Vaneshia was a culprit, even if, she had nothing to do with it.  At any rate, I quickly returned, to my work-station, and focused, on my work, and that helped, to distract my mind, and energies, though there still could be, some automatic bounce, because I did feel threatened, by Vaneshia.

Vaneshia did later say, in a friendly way, that she had, been ‘only playing’ with me.  I told Vaneshia, that I was, too old, to play such games.  Raj, as a Process Guide, asked Vaneshia, if she would package, priority items, from a so-so cart, and she angrily, and loudly, told him, to get away from her.  I accepted, that cart, from Raj.  I once had a cat, which would rub against my leg, and if I sought, to then pet it, it would then, seek to bite my hand.  I intend, to stay away, from Vaneshia, as much as possible, in the same way, that I stopped allowing, that cat, into my home.  If I were younger, then I might, spend the time, to exhibit kindness and compassion, to Vaneshia, to seek, to help her spirit, to heal, but I am older, and I lack the spare time, to waste my remaining life, on what could take, a lot of time.

Perhaps Vaneshia, is one of those ‘angry blacks’, who have failed to experience, many white people, and has been taught, that white people, are responsible, for all of her problems.  Perhaps Vaneshia, is ‘bi-polar’.  At any rate, Vaneshia’s internal problems, are more, than I wish to deal with, in my life, at this time.  I am sorry, and a touch ashamed, that I reacted, as I did, though perhaps, it might have been, for the best, to face a threat, with a threat, as a deterrent…  I am very gratified, and do believe, that many people, made a point, to visit me, to get some candy, after Vaneshia, had loudly screamed, that she did not want, any of my stinking candy.  I am not, angry, toward Vaneshia.  I am now simply, wary of her.  Vaneshia remains welcome, to get some candy, from me, just like, everybody else.  Bluster might joke, that is ‘mighty white’ of me’, but I could say, it is ‘mighty black’ of me too, as, for the Rastafarians, I am, a white man, with a black heart…

I worked, until the end of shift.  Keeping busy, does help me, to pass time, more quickly, and I am being paid, to work, so I work.  Sonny was my water-spider, and he did, a very good job.  Augustus asked, if I would come in, to work the next day, with voluntary over-time, and I declined, perhaps in part, due to my recent experience, with Vaneshia, though, even without Vaneshia, I would have probably declined.  Vaneshia’s surprise assault, had hit me, on a psychic or empathic level, but I did shield myself, from it, by distracting myself, with work.  Godfrey was standing outside, with his bicycle, and I offered to him, a ride to his home, as I could put, his bicycle, in my trunk.  Godfrey commendably thanked me, but said, he was fine, with the short ride.  I was thinking, of Godfrey’s safety, bicycling on a street, in early morning darkness, with cars rushing towards home, for part of the journey.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  The air, was comfortably cool.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave, a hot-dog, to her.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children.  I can hope, the audience understands, that one should avoid, mimicking these characters.  There is perhaps, some risk, of some people believing, all characters, portrayed on television shows, are acceptable role models.  I played with Dikaia.  I sought sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 9:45am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I enjoyed, the cool air, and dozed, or relaxed, until 10:30am, and then arose.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I was, less than enthusiastic, about relating, yesterday’s episode, about Vaneshia, but doing so, purges it, from my internal system.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh dry-food, to Dikaia outside.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain.  I added, six gallons, of river water, to my aquarium.  I enjoyed, games of Reversi-Othello, which I won, at every setting, alternating between, playing first, and playing second.  I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.

I went, to City Marina, on the Appomattox River, and filled, 12 one-gallon containers, with water, for future use, in my aquarium.  The fish, can be, a delight to watch.  I returned to my home, and put into my office, these 12 containers of water.  I also emptied, my vehicle’s ashtray, into my outside garbage container.  I remained slightly nauseous, and although, I might like, to attribute this, to Vaneshia, truth be, that this condition, was with me, before that incident.  Perhaps my body, is getting, a touch ‘war-weary’, from work.

I went, to Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and bought, some AA batteries, to have or my wall clock, perhaps among other things.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought frozen dinners, hot-dogs, containers of purified water, and two dog toys, among a few other items, spending about half, of one day’s take-home pay.

I returned, to my home, and put everything away, including mixing, the bags of candy, into one big bag, with pre-existing items.  I fed my fish.  I gave a nice meal, and a dog-toy, to Dikaia.  I put the other toy, in the living-room, for Dikaia to find later.  The pink crepe myrtles, in my back yard, are beginning, to really show, some nice color.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I visited, with Adrien, Ramboi, and Billie.  Ramboi’s garden, is now producing, an abundance, of beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers.  I was kindly given, three tomatoes and two cucumbers.  We spoke, about next year, at this time, when I could be retired, and they would help me, to have a nice garden, in my own yard.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I felt tired, and eating this meal, influenced me, to feel, even more tired.  I was ‘weary’…  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.

Obama angrily denounced, media reports, which assert, that the US payment, of $400 million, to Iran, was in exchange, for the release, of US ‘hostages’.  Obama said, he honors, US policy, to avoid paying, for the release, of hostages.  However, the US, has long tolerated, the payment of ransom, to Somali pirates, who seize vessels, and release their crews, in exchange for payment.  I tend to believe, that the release, of $400 million to Iran, was perhaps related, to the US-Iran nuclear deal, and Iran’s release, of US ‘hostages’, was perhaps intended, to avoid disturbing, that pact, to avoid impeding, the US release, of funds to Iran.

There was little, in the way of any beauty, wit, and wisdom, shared on my FaceBook time-line, by my connections.  Most everything made available, to my viewing, was politically related.  It could seem, that neither Trump nor Hillary, have anything good to say, about themselves, and each, only seek to say, nasty things, about the other.  Overall, I felt tired, and at least, I did get accomplished, some promotional work, for my books.  I was on-line, about three hours.

I returned to my home, and very much enjoyed, the remaining episodes, from season two, of the HBO mini-series, Rome, with its 22 episodes.  I can easily recommend, this fine tapestry, of actual historical events.  Rome gives to its audience, a depth of understanding, about the people and events, during Rome’s transition, from Republic to Empire.  I very much enjoyed, each and every episode.

I enjoyed, a nice meal, with lettuce and Italian dressing, and a big hamburger.  I enjoyed, a very nice conversation, with Roger, who called me.  Roger remains, happy with his job, and is anticipating, a visit, from his grandfather, with whom, he thinks, I might enjoy wrestling.  I advised Roger, that my days, of ‘wrestling’, are probably over, or should be, as the exertion, could be harmful, to my health.  My living-room, was comfortable.  Our high air temperature, on this day, was said to be, 84°F, with a low air temperature, of 68°F.  I sought sleep, around 5:00am.

I awoke, around 8:30am, and then again, at 9:30am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 1:15pm.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, and fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then another, and fed my fish, with some intervals of time, between each step.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia inside.  Dikaia roamed, and enjoyed, a piece of cheese, from the nice couple, who live near my home.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I gave fresh dry-food, to Dikaia outside.  I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I answered, a questionnaire, from Forest Moon Paranormal, which I regarded, somewhat as an interview, and made into an invitation, for them, to investigate, the ‘paranormal’ aspects, around my life.  I received, a telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, advising me, of the approach, of a letter from her.  I wished to Fishnetterrie, a happy August.  I played some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, and won most of them, at various degrees, of difficulty.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I put, the answered questionnaire, for Forest Moon Paranormal, into an Instant Message, with Eric-C, as that was the way, I had received it, from him.  I gladly accepted, two requests, to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day, and shared, a piece of my heart art, with one person, who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Zak-S.  Single pieces, of humorous art, continue to seem rare, as most items, presented on my FaceBook time-line, from others, are now political, or are short videos.

During a break, I went, to a Dollar General, and bought kitchen sponges, and also replaced, the little brush and dust pan.  I spent, almost four hours on-line.  I was somewhat productive.  Hillary’s lead, over Donald Trump, is said to have increased, to nine points, 47- to 38-percent.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed four movies, and a meal, which included, one of the tasty tomatoes, from the garden, of Ramboi and Adrien.  I brought Dikaia inside, and she remained, fairly comfortable, though my home, was warmer, on this ‘evening’, than yesterday.

I very much enjoyed, and can easily recommend, an excellent Coast Guard survival tale, based on actual events, The Finest Hours.  I noted, that the events, portrayed in this movie, occurred in 1951, and yet, it took, until 2016, for the tale, to be made, into a movie.  Someone had made notes, of the event…

I also enjoyed, a good or very good movie, The Last Station, about the last days, of writer Leo Tolstoy, starting in 1910.  Someone had made notes, of the actual events.  US Marshals, is a very good or excellent action-packed movie.

I sought sleep, around 4:00am, and awoke, at 7:30am, and then again, at 9:30am.  Each time I awoke, I felt rested, and could have begun my day.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer, and then returned to sleep, until 10:35am.  My body felt full, but looked okay, had filled out, thanks to eating more properly, during these days, off from work.  Sometimes I feel, a touch of sorrow, when contemplating, my return to work, but I do continue, to believe, that working is necessary, for me to have income, to meet my needs.  I distract my mind, by focusing, on things for me to do, and by seeking, to enjoy, my time off from work.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, the other, and the, a bit later, fed my fish.  I received, a telephone text message, from Fishnetterrie, saying that the heat, in her local area, of Fort Wayne, Indiana, has finally broken.  I thought, that my weather, south of Fishnetterrie, becoming cooler, before Fishnetterrie’s, more northern area, might be odd.  Dikaia sought to open the gate, and so I put her, onto her chain.  I did bemoan, that this is, my last day off, and that I return, to seek to ignore, the last bad incident, at work.  I continue, to seek, to save some money, by limiting, my spending.

I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I made, two abstract portraits, of a male face.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and lost, three out of four, at various degrees, of difficulty.  I gave, fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia.  I shaved, and put on shoes.  I updated, and polished, my entertainment review.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.

I went, to a Wawa, and bought, a carton of cigarettes, and fuel.  Fuel prices, are once again, around $1.90 per gallon, for the cheapest fuel.  I went, to a McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  There was, a short video, about events in Venezuela, where civil disturbances, and shortages of supplies, continue.  I would speculate, that a main culprit, for Venezuela’s situation, is the lowering, of fuel prices, upon which, the socialist government, of Venezuela, depended.  Another factor, is the promotion, of hateful division, by all sides, of Venezuela’s political spectrum, which has influenced, for violence.

There was mention, of another crash, of a US military plane, and there have been reports, about lack of proper spare parts, due to lack, of adequate funding.  Obama has responded, that the military, should have, ample funds, for its needs, if it would, seek to use those funds, properly and efficiently.  I do not think, that a military pilot, would seek, to crash his plane, just to embarrass Obama.

I discovered, that I had forgotten, to load, onto my transfer USB, the items to be shared, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I did share, with my email and FaceBook connections, my entertainment review.  The absence continued, of humorous art, with most items shared, by others, being political, with a roughly 50-50 split, between anti-Trump and anti-Hillary items.  There continued, to seem to be, a lack of ‘pro’ items, for either Hillary or Trump…  There was, a lack of any response, from Forest Moon Paranormal, or Barbara Norcross.

The summer Olympic Games, have now opened, in Brazil, where perhaps humorously, or paradoxically, it is now winter.  Brazil’s President, has been impeached, and the new interim President, conducted the opening ceremony.

I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook.  I returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, and poked those, suggested by FaceBook.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I spent, over four hours on-line, and was, somewhat productive.  I was pleased, to see, that over 200 people, have now visited, my interview, with Michael Knight, from Las Vegas, Nevada.  One person, questioned my credibility, in claiming to have been tested, by James Randi, and I shared, the FaceBook web-site, with the test results, and Randi’s letter to me.

I returned, to my home.  I fed my fish, and gave a meal, to Dikaia.  My home was very warm, even with my front door open, and the passing, of a rain-storm.  I did feel, very full, and nauseous.  I enjoyed, some movies, including, Two Guns, an action misadventure, about drugs and money, involving conflict, between agents, of the US Drug Enforcement Agency, Naval Intelligence, and Central Intelligence.  I also enjoyed, The Next Three Days, which became, about an attempt, to escape from prison.  I experienced, three or four other movies, which were okay, though I probably, would never seek, to experience these again.  I enjoyed, a big hamburger, late at night, around 2:00am.  Normally, I would refrain, from eating too much, which might influence me, to face, use of a bathroom, while at work.  I did have, some sorrow, about my impending, return to work.  I brought Dikaia inside, and she was warm, so I sought, to get her, to sit in front, of the big fan.  The air cooled, at the end, of my evening, as I prepared for sleep, around 5:10am.  I did set up, the DVD-player, with the item, for my entertainment, after work, the next day.

I awoke, around 11:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 1:05pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, to allow me, to avoid worrying, about Dikaia roaming.  I fed my fish.  I made a point, to put items, to be shared, with my email and FaceBook connections, onto my transfer USB. I updated, my movie reference library book, and began, a new entertainment review.  I put my cellular telephone, onto its charger.  I enjoyed, many games, of Reversi-Othello, increasing the level of difficulty, until I had won a game, at each possible setting.

My COPD, was mildly moderate.  The day was overcast, and cooler outside my home, than inside my home.  I put my outside garbage container, with its contents, from someone else, and my kitchen garbage, by curb-side.  I retrieved, an envelope, from my mail-box, from Fishnetterrie, and was glad, to receive it.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Fishnetterrie, saying I have received, her letter.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I can speculate, that eating meat, and a hot air temperature, are favorable, for male sex…  I put on, my security identification badge.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  The day crept forward.  The sun came out.  My office, was slightly warm.  I was ready for work.

I read and enjoyed, some of Fishnetterrie’s letter to me.  I responded, in my own letter to her, to some things, she had written.  Fishnetterrie, is enjoying, time with grand-children, and time, at her home.  Fishnetterrie, is saving some money, by owning, rather than renting.  I fed my fish, and gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a can of tuna-fish.  I harvested, five little tomatoes, and ate two of them.  I had, some mild chest pains.  I ate, two Bayer aspirins.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I put ice, into Dikaia’s inside water bowl.  Somehow, nearly all of the ice, had vanished, from my ice-cube trays.  I refilled all of them.  I went, to Rose’s, in Cavalier Square, and bought, two frying pans, and a nice soft pillow.  I went, to a Wawa, and spent about four hours’ income, to buy telephone minutes.  I went, to a Wawa, but they lacked, my brand of cigarettes.  I went, to a McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal, and some friendly banter, with Henry-M, who works there.  I activated, my new telephone minutes.

I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I discovered, that Barbara Norcross, ‘psychic of the Palm Beaches’, now has, a FaceBook page, so I sent, a friend request, to connect with her, on FaceBook, and also sent to her, in an Instant Message, a link to one of our interviews, on YouTube.  There has been, inactivity, on Barbara’s FaceBook page, since April 2016…  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Stephen-B, Zak-S, Mick-C, Mary-VB, and Robert-R, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I felt slightly productive, better than yesterday.  I enjoyed a break, speaking with Roger, on the telephone.  I spent, nearly four hours on-line.

I departed, from McDonald’s, in part, because I was anticipating, a rabbit stew, at Ramboi’s.  I had been tempted, to invite Roger, to my home, to experience a movie, but refrained, because of the anticipated time, to be spent, at Ramboi’s.  There is also, that sad impression, that Roger, might be unable, to easily follow, any movie, of any length, or complexity.  I urged Roger, to seek, to exercise his mind, perhaps by reading a book, or playing games, which require mental focus, or by studying a topic…  There was nobody, outside at Ramboi’s.  My living-room, was like an oven, the hottest, it has been, this ‘summer’.  I opened, the front door, but kept Dikaia outside, knowing she would probably be, much more comfortable, outside, even if, she might think, she would like, to be inside with me.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish, before turning off, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, turning off the other.

I experienced, three movies, during the course, of the evening.  The heat, influenced me, to doze, during the first one, but it was, so ‘run of the mill’, that I rested content, and did not, back it up, so see what I had missed.  The second and third movies, were okay, with perhaps, a few good aspects, though it might seem likely, that I shall never, seek to watch, any of these three, ever again.  I did enjoy, a nice meal.  I had, two conversations, with Roger, mostly about his farting ability, a topic he overly enjoys.  I trimmed my hair.  I put away, my Toshiba lap-top computer.  I did bring, Dikaia inside, around 1:00am.  My living-room, was still warm, even with my use, of fans, in my living-room.  I sought sleep, around 5:00am, but remained awake, for a while.  At least my head, was very comfortable, on the new pillow.  Dikaia was uncomfortable.

I awoke, around 7:30am, and then again, around 9:30am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 11:45am.  I relaxed, or dozed, seeking to enjoy, what was likely to be, the most comfortable air, of the day.  I arose, around 12:15pm.  I fed my fish.  It was, a still day.  I did put, my manual focus, onto cool and wind.  My COPD, was moderate, but faded, during the next hour.  Some of my morning glories, have died.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I cleaned, and then put water into, the little bird-bath.  I suppose, when it becomes, less than 30°F, it might be difficult, to remember, just how arduous, the hot weather, was now.  I look forward, to feeling, the temperature to be cold, when it is 60°F, remembering how I felt, the temperature was hot, when it reached 60°F, after winter…  There did come, some nice breezes, which helped me, to feel better, in my home.  I played some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, and Connect Four.  I made two abstract portraits, of a lady’s face, and one abstract, of a male torso.

I integrated, the new pages, into my movie reference library book.  I do hope, to go back through, this book, to select, to experience again, the movies, I have noted, as ‘excellent’.  I shaved, and was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, and put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  Dikaia used this, as an opportunity, to roam…  Dikaia did return, when I called for her.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to her, and had one myself.  I cooked, a three-egg breakfast, and made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  My COPD, seemed to return, though I attributed, some of this, to the heat.  The shower, did cool me, for a little while.

I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I ate, a can of tuna-fish in oil, and drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I locked, my bedroom door.  I put on cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, before work began.  Although, it has been reported, that Bernie Sanders, has endorsed Hillary Clinton, as the Democratic Party nominee, for President, many of his supporters, continue to show their loyalty, for him, and have been prohibited, from entering, the convention center.  Floyd told me, that WikiLeaks, had released, Democratic Party emails, indicating, that indeed, Bernie Sanders, had been correct, when he said, the system was rigged, against him, deliberately.  Trump had said, much the same, and Trump, managed to prevail.

Floyd helped me, to use the computer system, to indicate, that I wished, to take, this coming Wednesday, off from work, as a vacation day.  I found, that I had, just over, five days, of vacation time.  I hoped to use, one day a week, as a vacation, during September and-or October.  I discovered, that my paid time off, has dwindled, to eight hours.  I can recall, when it had arrived, at slightly below, ten hours, and I had mused, that I would have, to go to work, for 12 minutes, on one day…  Then it was reduced, to about nine hours, and then reduced again, to about eight and a half hours, and now, is at eight hours, and this, without me, using any of it myself.  Corrine said, that some people, have been clocking in, 90 minutes early, and gaining extra time, that way, and this situation, is now being monitored carefully, by management.  Corrine said, that some people, either in Problem-Solve, or water-spiders, have been staying at work, an extra 90 minutes, and this is also wrong.  Corrine said everyone, should be, ‘off the clock’, by 4:45am.  Some people, perhaps have enjoyed, much time, in the air-conditioned break-rooms, on the computers, or socializing, as ‘over-time’, for many hours…  However, I must also, remain aware, that while ‘the company’, might complain, about extra time, being taken by workers, my own situation, is my paid time off, being taken, by ‘the company’…

Roy was absent, on this day, as was Horatio. Winston was absent, allegedly because, of a transmission problem, from seeking, to race his vehicle.  Lilly handled, the priority carts, and Amelia and I, packed Multis, while most everyone else, packed Singles.  I got, the priority items, done by their deadlines.  Amelia helped me, to get, quick hazardous warning label approvals.  Jonas spent some time, artificially boosting his rate, in a somewhat obvious manner, in Singles.  Geronimo spent much time, walking around, talking with people.  My first-half rate, was 188, and that was nice.  I had done, many two-item-per-slot carts, but did also have, some good carts.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Bluster, Susie, and Randy, during breaks.  Donna worked upstairs, on this day, and was nice, and said hello to me.

During second half, I got priority items packaged, by their 2:00am and 3:00am deadlines, and then Lilly, asked me, to go to AFE.  I was uncertain, if my rate, was okay.  Normally, I would prefer, to have some time, to repair my rate, after having finished, the priority items.  AFE had music, and was pleasant, and I worked, near Wynn.  I did have, some serious chest pains, a very strong, gripping tightness, but these came, when I was laughing at something…  I shared candy, with Tatum and Jackie, among others.  I worked, a full shift, and enjoyed, my time, with Amazon, on this day.  Time seemed, to pass quickly, during both halves, and that was, a nice change.  First-half, as its norm, now normally, seems to pass, more slowly, than second-half…  It was ‘steamy’, in the parking lot, when I exited the facility.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  I opened the front door, and put lattice, across the opening.  My living-room, was ‘very warm’.  I enjoyed, two episodes, from season six, of South Park, with four frozen dinners.  I went to sleep, around 5:50am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and dozed, or relaxed, until 1:19pm.  I brewed fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  It was certainly, a very hot day, but, some of the air, seemed cool.  Dikaia roamed, and I put her, onto her chain, when she returned.  I fed my fish.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  I gave dry-food, to Dikaia, in her outside food bowl.  I made two portraits, of Daly, a member, of my former Bebo UK gallery, from a folder, in which I have, over 1500 images remaining.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  My office, even with some occasional cool air, seemed warm…  I shaved.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, to cool off.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with a hot-dog, and gave, a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I played, some computer games.  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I ate two, of my little home-grown tomatoes, and a can of tuna-fish, in oil.  I drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Ramboi, as I prepared to depart.  I asked Ramboi, when we might enjoy, some cooler weather, and he said, not in the foreseeable future.  I told Ramboi, that I wanted, at least 10-degrees cooler, and said, I would welcome, a thunderstorm, to get it, on my first day off from work.  I departed, from my home, around 5:10pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and peasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd and Lang, before work began.  The news focused, only on, the Democratic National convention.  Roy had returned, and assigned to me, a MultiCart work-station, near where awesome, pretty, Misty, was doing ReBin work.  Andrew was my water-spider, and he did, a fairly good job.  I got my own supplies, some of the time, as I understood, that Andrew, was making, a very good effort.  Corrine had asked, that less supplies, be given, to Packers, to avoid stacking supplies, due to safety concerns, and this increased, the amount of work, needing to be done by water-spiders, as they had, to make more trips, to each work-station.  Misty gave to me, a cart, with 115 items, for one order, and this should have helped, to increase my rate.  Carlos brought to me, many carts, with priority items, and I met, all the dead-lines, and helped a new guy, finish the priority items, on a cart, that had been given to him.  At times, I was able, to get, fairly quick, hazardous warning label approvals, thanks to Marlin and Johann.

I worked hard, and had some fun.  I should have had, a very good rate.  There were times, when I tackled, less than desirable carts, and that probably, lowered my rate, at times.  There was a time, when Roy, asked many packers, from my work-line, to go, to another work-line, to work on Single totes, but when we got there, we were told, by Hector, to return, to our original work-line, and that, probably lowered, everyone’s rate.  I mused, at how it could sometimes seem, like those, who do things, to reduce one’s rate, are the same ones, who might later complain, if one has, a lower rate…  And thus, perhaps those, who artificially boost their rates, might be more likely, to get, good rates.  An ‘athletic trainer’, observed Misty, for a while, and I mused, that judging from his body, he probably, lacked knowledge, about diet or exercise, which fits the pattern, of our trainers, being people, who lack experience, about the jobs, they are training people to do, a trait which only flies, when facing those, who are still ignorant, and he objected, to several things, that Misty was doing, as her norm, even though, she consistently has, the highest ReBin rate.  I considered, that Misty should be observed, to set a new standard, for how to do, ReBin work, and I at least, sought to do so.

I refrained, from looking, at my posted rate, to avoid, any chance, of being disappointed, or annoyed.  However, Corrine later came to me, and told me, that my first-half rate, was 232.  Carlos asked me, to switch to packing Single Totes, but I wished, to repair my rate, and continued, for a little while, doing Multi-Cart.  I hoped, to finish that cart, rather than leaving, the bottom two rows, with items, as that can be annoying, to any Packer, and sometimes, a ReBin worker, ends up with that, as a cart.  Carlos then asked me, to move, to a different work-line, and I did so, leaving the bottom row, yet to be packaged…  This work-line, was being handled, by Khan, and he focused, on stocking, the unoccupied work-stations, and ordered everyone, to get their own supplies, which would reduce the rates, of those who are paid to pack, while letting him, find a way out, of doing the job, that he is paid to do.  I refrained, from stocking my work-station, but did empty, my own garbage.  Cleo continued, to pack Multi-Cart, but did, artificially boost her rate, so she refrained, from moving, many actual items, and perhaps, this was, considered desirable…  Cleo also refrained, from giving hazardous warning label approvals, to me.

It was noted, during a break I enjoyed, with Buster, Godfrey, Friday, Winston, Susie, and Randy, that Bluster, is perhaps, our oldest worker, at 64 years of age.  Bluster seeks to refrain, from doing work, which requires a rate.  Bluster does seem, younger than I, or in better health, than I, and that is how it goes sometimes…  I noted, how one new worker, seemed to absolutely refuse, to use his indicator lights.  He would walk, to my work-station, rather than, using his red light, to gain a hazardous warning label approval, and he would get, his own supplies, rather than, turning on, his blue light, and he refrained, from turning on, his green light, which indicates, that a work-station, is in use, and helps bosses, to see, where available stations might be located.  I mused, that if paid, to do, a simple thing, like using these lights, then this rebellious defiant attitude, would seem, to jeopardize, one’s job security, but, if without consequence, can be ‘harmful for business, and favors, the worse work ethics, or lack of any work ethics, which then could be, a way, to make the entire work-force, somewhat useless, or unprepared, in any time-period, where it might actually, be needed, to operate properly.

I worked, a full shift.  The warehouse, had seemed warm, but outside, was even warmer, steamy, hot, even in, the ‘dead of night’.  At least my vehicle, had cool air, thanks to Hessbie.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I was really surprised, at how hot, the outside was, when I exited, my cool vehicle.  I was also then surprised, by how much hotter, the inside of my home was, than the outside air.  There simply seemed, to be a lack, of any air, which might be ‘cool’.  All the air, was at least warm…  The only thing, was keeps me, from describing the temperature, as ‘hot’, is that I have been, in the desert, where ‘hot’, is really, ‘very very hot’.  I was reminded, of fish, in a container, as they gasp, for oxygen, at the surface of the water…

I released Dikaia, from her chain, and brought her inside, even though, I felt she might be, more comfortable, outside, but that was what she wanted, and I could appreciate, that Dikaia, wished to be, with me.  I opened the front door, and put lattice, in its opening.  I put a fan’s air current, onto Dikaia, but even so, she panted a lot.  I gave two hot-dogs, to Dikaia, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and with two episodes, from season six, of South Park, which helped me, to laugh.

I went to sleep, around 6:00am.  The fans, moved warm air around.  I awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I had trouble, returning to sleep, probably due to the heat.  I was still awake, at 10:30am.  I did return to sleep, and awoke again, around 1:39pm.  I looked forward, to having, the next day, off from work, even if, I might, have to endure, heat at my home.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain outside.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  The heat caused, some clouds to form, and there did come, some intermittent times, of blocked sun, which were nice.  I was sweaty.  At least the moisture, on my back, helped me, to feel the air current, from the fan, in my office, as being cooler.  I could ’joke’, about gathering around, Ramboi’s outdoor fire, to cool off…  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and did win, most of these.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.   I made selections, of soup, fruits, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I ate, a can of tuna-fish in oil, and drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  When body-building, I would select, for tuna in water, rather than oil, but now, I select, for tuna in oil, as a lubricant, for my joints, as I work, so long and hard.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I relaxed, for ten minutes…  I felt okay, not great, but okay.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Murph, and Lang, in the upstairs break-room, before work began.  Augustus has remained absent, and I wondered, if his mother was okay, though I was told, that it had been, Augustus’ mother’s birthday, and so perhaps, he had taken, some time off, due to that celebration.  Lang did find out, from Corrine, that Augustus’ mother, is once again, enduring a downturn, of her health.  I recall the last time, when Augustus, faced this situation, and I had hoped, for the best, for his parents.  However, Augustus has become, more distant from me recently…

The media focus, on the Democratic National Convention, showed many loud cheers, each time, that delegates, voted for Sanders, though it was Hillary, of course, who prevailed.  Polls showed Trump, ahead of Hillary, 51 to 49 nationally.  Michelle Obama, gave some sort of speech, about the evils of American imperialism, and one might wonder, if Obama had an agenda, to seek to weaken the US, so that it would be unable, to easily remain imperialist.  One might speculate, that Obama sought, to spend the US, into financial ruin, with many decades, of debt burden, foisted onto its people, of taxes without services…  Former President Bill Clinton, said that between Trump and Hillary, his wife, is “the real one”.  That statement, did promote, some humor, with ‘speculation’, as to what, Clinton might have been seeking to say…  The real one what?  Some might speculate, that Hillary, had a hand, in revealing, Bill’s sexual misadventures, when he used females, only as sex objects, as a requirement, for employment.

President Obama, said there is now, a possibility, that Trump could win the election, against Hillary, and blamed this, on cooperation, between Trump and Russia’s Putin.  Winston explained, that it was Putin, who allowed the release, of the Democratic Party emails, which showed, how rigged, things had been, for Hillary and against Bernie.  It was suggested, that perhaps Snowden, who revealed, Obama’s program, to spy on all US citizens’ emails and cell phone calls, and later received sanctuary, in Russia, who might have had a hand, in helping to hack, the Democratic Party emails.

Bluster said, that it sadly seemed, that we would, once again, have a white President.  Bluster said, he would not vote, for Trump, as a dog-catcher, which some might find appropriate, if one might then consider, Hillary to be a dog…  For my part, I could make an analogy, of a race, between Bluster and Amelia, with Bluster, being equivalent to Trump, and Amelia, being equivalent to Hillary.  While Bluster, might like, to indulge, in self-aggrandizement, he does, often work hard, and seeks to be competent, while Amelia, as Hillary, indulges, in cheating, lying, and stealing…  I would vote for Bluster, before voting, for Amelia.  However, Bluster, as a troll, for blacks, and for Democrats, for now, sides with Hillary.  Murph said, that after Hillary’s nomination, that polls now show, Trump ahead, by at least 10-percent of the vote, 55 to 45.

I had, a good first quarter, thanks in part, to my proximity, to Misty, who remains, the top ReBin worker.  Misty did become disgruntled, as some were ‘on her case’, about how she works, even though, her methods, produce a high rate.  I was reminded, of how an effort, perhaps seemed to have been made, to get Boolaboola disgruntled, when she seemed, to be, the top Multi-Cart packer.  Both Misty and Boolaboola, handle actual items.  I had, a first quarter rate, of 236, and a first-half rate, of 242.  My great rate, was ignored, by Roy and Corrine…  Corrine and Roy, made a point, to commend, by giving gift cards, to Jonas, for his Single Tote rate, of 182, and to Amelia.  I had been moved, out of MultiCart, which took me, out of that competition, at the end, of fourth quarter yesterday.  There really is, no honest way, that a Single large Tote rate, of 182, can be accomplished, and management, is aware of this, and I know, that Jonas, does artificially boost his rate.

Floyd ‘joked’, that Amelia was given, a gift-card, so she would be less tempted, to steal one…  I thought, that Corrine and Roy, had insulted, every honest worker.  I thought, that perhaps, both Corrine and Roy, should be replaced.  I was tempted, to put on the Voice of Amazon board, a question, asking if our management, was corrupt, stupid, or gutless, or a combination of all three, but my good sense, kept me from doing so.  Floyd said, that boss Justin, was preparing to take action, against those, who fail to be discreet, and are openly, refraining from working, by sending them, to Pick…

What does it mean, when the good honest workers, are either harassed, or ignored, while those known to be corrupt, are honored?  I mused, that perhaps blacks are raised, to think of whites, as evil racists, and then, when they encounter whites, they righteously are nasty, to those whites, even though, most whites, have never been racist, and it is the behavior, of these blacks, which might then influence, for some whites, to become at least apprehensive, about blacks.  The same could be said, of females, who are taught, that males discriminate against females, and then these females, feel righteous, in doing nasty things, to males, which then causes, males, who have never been anti-female, to be more cautious, of females.  Distrust those, who seek to paint, with a wide brush, which is to describe, all of a group, as some or many, might seem to be.

I heard, one CNN news commentator, speaking matter of factly, asserting that Trump, hates women, Mexicans, and blacks, so of course, Hillary should get, all of their votes.  This same tactic, is employed, against all Republicans, describing all Republicans, as evil…  I think, that particular commentator, could be sued, for malicious slander.  People are people, as individuals, regardless of race, gender, ethnic grouping, or political affiliation.  It is hatemongering, to seek to wrongly describe, others as hating, when those others, do not hate.  Be wary, that the fire you set, does not burn, your own home…  If I believed, that Trump, was anti-black, anti-female, or anti-Mexican, I would not support him.  I continue, to openly favor Trump.

Jonas was my water-spider, and did a decent job at times.  Jonas told me, of a hamburger place, that he recommends, in Richmond.  I think Jonas, is being tempted deliberately, to become corrupt, as he had previously been, a competent, honest, hard-worker…  I think, there might be, a deliberate agenda, to get people, to lack good ethics and self-discipline.  I had, many priority carts, and finished the last big one, around 3:15am.  Lang had told ReBin personnel, that there would be, a ‘power hour’ with prizes, for them, during the last quarter, but instead, they were told, to stop working and to pack Single Totes.  I told Misty, that to seek, to minimize aggravation, I remind myself, that for me, this is a job, and I still have it, and that is, all that really counts, and she thanked me, for saying this.  Magnolia, Marlin, and I, gave hazardous warning label approvals, to one another.  I helped Magnolia, to learn, about the packing equipment.

Corrine came to my work-station, only to ask me, to sweep it.  I keep my work-station clean, collecting trash, as I work.  I declined, Corrine’s suggestion, as I was aggravated, by her commendation, of Amelia and Jonas.  After I finished, the last priority cart, Taloos asked me, to switch to packing Singles.  I declined, saying that if I was, no longer needed, to pack priority items, then I would leave, and I did so, around 3:45am.  I kicked myself later, when I remembered, that I had forgotten, to empty my trash-can, as I was, in somewhat of a hurry, to depart.  I shared candy, with many people, during the entire work-shift, and with security personnel, as I departed.  Sassy and I, had a brief talk, about her lack of ability, to gain weight.  I advised Sassy, to seek enzyme products, like Metabol, which I personally used, to help me, to digest food, more efficiently, to allow me, to gain weight, without increasing, my food intake.  Sassy noted, that I seem, to have gained weight.  I think, my COPD, has relented, and I appear, more normal and less gaunt, at least temporarily.

A thunderstorm, had passed our facility, shortly after midnight, and this helped, to cool, the air, by at least ten degrees.  I mused, that this one, on my first ‘day off’, was ‘practice’, and the next one, would be, ‘the real one’…  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave, a hot-dog, to her, and enjoyed one myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with five or six episodes, from season six, of South Park, which helped me, to smile.  I did doze, for about ten minutes…  I sought sleep, around 6:00am, and enjoyed, the cooler air of my living-room.  However, I was unable, to get to sleep, and so arose, around 7:45am.  I felt bloated, perhaps due to a blockage, from some candy.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made, some flavored fresh coffee.  I updated these notes.  I made the August 2016 payment, for the Elantra.  I played, computer games of Connect Four, Reversi-Othello, and Checkers, and won all of them, at various levels of difficulty.  I think this indicated, that my mental faculties, have returned, thanks to a reduction, of my COPD, and a reduction, of heat.  I made, two abstract pieces of art, of males.  I shaved, and showered, and put on, clean underwear, socks, and a tee-shirt.

I turned on, the air-conditioner, in my living-room, and it did make, a cooler difference, of perhaps ten degrees Fahrenheit.  I very much enjoyed, two movies…  Red Dog, is a heart-warming, tear-jerker rendition, about a ‘legendary dog’, of Australia, based somewhat, on actual events.  Concussion, is based, on actual events, and follows the life, of a doctor, who discovered, that professional football players, are often subject, to repeated head injuries, causing them serious health challenges, in their lives.  Dikaia enjoyed, the cooler air.

I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave, fresh dry-food and water, to her.  I went, to a Wawa, but they lacked cartons, of my brand, of cigarettes, so I bought two packs.  I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed beauty, shared by Alexander, and wit and wisdom, shared by Exposing The Truth.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I continue to refrain, from using FaceBook, to promote, The Life of Christos, as I wait, for Amazon, to fix their display, of Book One, of that series.

I was very tired, which I attributed, to lack of sleep.  I saw, a lack of activity, at Barbara Norcross’ FaceBook page, and considered, that it might be, a memorial page.  I enjoyed, a brief telephone conversation, with Roger.  Fishnetterrie sent to me, a telephoned text message, indicating that she had received, the envelope I had mailed to her.  Fishnetterrie later indicated, that she was unable, to view the movie, Happy Accidents.  I am sad, for Fishnetterrie’s loss.  I suggested, that Fishnetterrie, seek to view this movie, on her laptop, as I had been able, to view it, on mine.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed many movies, including OZ ~ The Great and Powerful, starring, among others, James Franco, a tale about events, which occurred, before The Wizard of Oz, written by the same author, Frank Baum.  I enjoyed, a nice dinner.  I kept open, my front door, and left Dikaia outside.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  A storm came and went, with some nice cooler air.   I enjoyed, two more movies, and a documentary, The One Percent, done by Johnson & Johnson heir, Jamie Johnson, which focused on, the great disparity, of distribution of wealth.  Some among the wealthy, might believe, that anyone, can become rich, whereas, it seems to me, that there are many roadblocks, and active efforts, against individuals, who might seek to do so.  Many among the wealthy, lack any real clue, about what life is actually like, for most people, other than, that those others, are poor, and they do not wish, to become poor, and often avoid, getting any attention, as often, those of the ‘Old Guard’, might face, some punitive measures, for ‘stepping out of line’, by current rulers, as perhaps, those of today’s Old Guard, were once, yesterday’s ‘neauveau riche’, the ‘newly rich’, those who gain wealth, by allegiance, to current political rulers.  Sometimes, the only impression, the wealthy have, about life for others, is what they view, on television and in movies, and this can often be, ‘fanciful’, either wrongly comfortable, or wrongly overly criminal, brutal, and-or violent.  Many of the elite, get their only impressions, of ‘life’, from news and entertainment portrayals, and I find, that these, can be a partial focus, with news focusing, on bad behavior, and entertainment, sometimes giving, a fanciful picture.   I can hope, that The Life of Christos series, helps to bring, an accurate portrayal, of what ‘life’, can actually be like.

Roger called me, and shared some loud farts with me, and he was very pleased.  Roger said, that a girl at work, often smiles when she sees him, and he considered, that he might like, to get to know, this girl better.  I said, that a person, who smiles around you, can be, a person who likes you, as it can be you, who gives those smiles, to that person.  I suggested to Roger, that his fondness of, and focus on, farting, might be detrimental, as overly immature, if a girl, wishes to have, a relationship, with an adult, whose focus, should be, upon ‘real world’ needs.  Roger has lacked, a need to have focus, on ‘real world needs’, as he lives, a sheltered life, with his parents.  I mused, that perhaps, the inheritance, which Roger might gain, from his parents, when they pass on, might be viewed, as a future dowry, to interest a materialistic woman, if she has, some patience, though many such women, might prefer, the idea, of what they can gain, in a shorter time-period, from union with a man.  I think Roger, is sadly oblivious, to this whole ‘reality’.

I brought Dikaia inside, and gave a hot-dog to her.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am.  I slept, until 11:45am.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then the other, and then fed my fish.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I made two portraits, of members, of my former UK gallery, Leigh and Luke.  I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, achieving a total victory, by eliminating, all of my opponent’s pieces, with the computer, set at its maximum setting.  That was nice.  My office became warm.  I was ‘moist’…

I enjoyed, a 46-minute documentary, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Moon, written, produced, and directed, by Bart Winfield Sibrel, which details, how and why, the US moon landings, were faked.  If what Sibrel alleges, is true, then a tremendous, amount of money, was fraudulently garnered, by many individuals, who gained false profit, from this deceit.  This documentary, might still be available, on YouTube.  The Van Allen radiation belt, surrounds the Earth, and would kill, all biological life, unless properly shielded, by lead.  This radiation layer, is between the Earth, and our moon.  This documentary, also mentions, that secrets, related to the assassination, of US President John Kennedy, are to be revealed, in 2017, unless deemed too sensitive, at that time, like how secrets, related to the Korean War, remained sealed, after their 50-year time-limit, had expired.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Henry-M, who says, he intends, to become famous.  The weather report, said we were to have, a high of 94°F, and a low, of 74°F, but the temperature, in mid-afternoon, was 95°F.  There was much celebration, about how Hillary Clinton, has become, the first woman, to be nominated, by a major political party, to be their presidential candidate, though the candidate, of the Green Party, selected before Hillary’s selection, is also a woman.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Stephen-B, and Zak-S.  Lately, finding humorous art, on FaceBook, has become rare, as what has become common, are short videos.  There was a short video, showing Black Lives Matter protesters, blocking a road, with the intent, to stop an ambulance.  It is possible, that this ambulance, was either, carrying a black person, or on the way, to aid a black person…  Some defended, this act of protest, saying it was ‘freedom of speech’, and I suggested, that these protesters, could have shouted, black lives matter, without endangering, the life or lives, of anyone.  All lives matter.  There were several short videos, showing cars, that sought to travel through, lines of Black Lives Matter protesters, who were blocking roads, and there were some injuries.  I continue, to advise against, the blockading of roads.  All lives matter.  There was a short video, of an organizer, for Black Lives Matter, directing that if any whites, were joining this protest, that they had, to be isolated, at the back of protest lines, as the front, or most likely to be filmed areas, were reserved, for those with black or brown skin.  There was a short video, of several black male youths, beating and robbing, an ice cream truck, leaving the black driver, injured on the street.  A mother, of these youths, came out onto the street, to cheer them on.  All lives matter.  Pro-Hillary trolls, continued to spew, venomous hateful insults, toward Trump.  Pro-Trump trolls, continue to spew, venomous hateful insults, toward Hillary.  Insults often go, where facts fail to tread…

I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I was somewhat productive.  I enjoyed, a telephone conversation, with Roger-B.  I spent, over four hours on-line.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Ramboi.  Ramboi had finished, working on a roof, and said, that he felt the sun, more this year, than on any other year.  Ramboi feared, that our heat, would continue, through August.  I said, that I can hope, that our August, is not as fiercely hot, as has been, our July.  Ramboi said, he would mow his lawn, early the next day, and hoped, that he would avoid, disturbing my sleep.  I said, that I would be off from work, and so could awaken, without consequence, and asked, to use his lawn-mower, when he was finished, and said, I would buy, ample fuel, in fair trade.  Ramboi agreed to this.  I returned, to my home, and fed my fish, and gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I relaxed, in my living-room, with the front door open.  I was comfortable, in the air currents, from my fans.

I enjoyed, a somewhat gruesome and comical, superhero action adventure movie, Deadpool.  I dozed, for an hour.  I somewhat enjoyed, three more movies.  I enjoyed, a small dinner.  Roger called me, two times, and we had, fun conversations.  I suggested to Roger, that he get, a bicycle or scooter for himself, to enhance his mobility, but Roger is quite content, spending his time off from work, with family, and lacks need, or desire, for transportation of his own.  I went to sleep, around 4:40am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:45pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and fed my fish.  I gave fresh water, and dry-food, to Dikaia.  The day was warm, but not roasting.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I made, an abstract, of a male face and torso, and used the torso, as background, for promotional art, for The Life of Christos, and The Thought of Christos.  I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.  I forced myself, to get my day, ‘into gear’.

I shaved, and washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I heard, Ramboi’s lawn-mower, in the distance, so put on my shoes, and went out, and spoke with him.  Ramboi had just, run out of fuel, so we went, to a Wawa, and I bought fuel, for the lawn-mower, and for the Elantra.  The Wawa, still lacked, my brand of cigarettes, in cartons, so I bought, two packs.  I borrowed Ramboi’s lawn-mower, after he fueled it, and I mowed, the side yard of his, by the street, and my front and side and back yards.  I now have, much fuller ground cover, from some type of plant, not a grass plant, but one, that grows soft and low, and is nice.  I did become, very winded, from this little bit of walking.  At least, the day, was much more civilized, and, though warm, was not roasting.  My yards, do look, a little better…  I discovered, some baby fir trees, and made sure, to leave them alone.  My white crepe myrtle, has blooms, for the first time, since I planted it here.  It is growing, into and among, a pink crepe myrtle, and their colors, shall mingle, which I think, shall be nice.  I also gave, a dollar to Ramboi, so he could get, a party beverage.

I gave, a ride to Ramboi, to Five Forks grocery store, and I went on, to a Food Lion grocery store.  I spent, over a day’s pay, but did get, frozen dinners and dog-food, for two weeks.  I also bought, beverages, soups, fruits, and meat, a chew-bone for Dikaia, and four movies, all from a collection called, Charles Heston presents The Bible, with individual features being Genesis, Jesus of Nazareth, The Story of Moses, and The Passion.  I returned, to my home, and put things away.  I gave, a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I played three games, of Reversi-Othello, at a setting, where it can be normal, for me to lose, and I won, two out of three games.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Christopher-E, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I spent, about three hours on-line, and felt productive.

There was, very little humorous art available.  There was, an abundance, of hateful political mud-slinging.  There was also, a video, of a black lady, trashing a store, because the cashier declined, to let her use, her food aid, to buy recreational party beverages.  There was also, a video, of a black man, punching a very pregnant woman, in the stomach, perhaps because he disliked the idea, of future child support payments.  I suppose, ‘spiritual’ people of our world, remain busy, trying to understand, the past words, of manifestations of Christos, and have little time, or interest, in studying the new ones, from me.  On another hand, I do enjoy, having my own little private life, and my books, do carry, the teachings of my life.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Declan, Adrien, Ramboi, and young Billie.  I had been previously told, that Billie, was a son of Adrien and Melody, but now, it was said, that Billie has a father, other than Adrien.  Melody had lost custody, of Billie, to Billie’s father, but now, Billie’s father, had allegedly ‘gone to California’, for a month, and Billie is allegedly, being cared for, by Harmony.  Adrien said, that I should not be surprised, if one day, he wants to rent, my extra bed-room.  I told Adrien, that if he wants anything in life, he might have to live with me.  Adrien’s mother, has gotten, a reverse mortgage, for her home, and so there will be nothing, from that home, to benefit Adrien, after she dies.  Adrien said he would be content, with a tent and a generator, on some land, living as a hermit, and perhaps this is fortunate.  Adrien said, that he recently saw, Mike2 in passing, and that Mike2, did not look good.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, an excellent movie, Risen, about the events, related to what happened, to the body of Jesus, and the controversy, that caused, in the days, after the crucifixion.  I was comfortable, in my living-room, and brought Dikaia inside, and she very much enjoyed, her new chew-bone.  I also enjoyed, a very good movie, The Visit, a horror tale, by a master story-teller.  I threw away, another movie, The Witch.  I enjoyed, two animated super-hero adventures.  I enjoyed, two nice snacks.  I sought sleep, around 4:00am, but sleep eluded me, as my intermittent insomnia had returned.  I think also, the fact, the my remaining time off from work, was dwindling, influenced me, to seek to avoid ‘wasting’, any of this time, on sleep.  I gave up, on seeking sleep, around 6:00am.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.

I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I played, many games of Reversi-Othello, at various degrees of difficulty, and won them all.  I have, very little, sense of smell, but one could easily smell, the bio-fuel plant, located some miles away.  I very much enjoyed, two episodes, from the television mini-series, Rome, and then fell asleep, for three hours.  I awakened, and experienced, two more episodes, from Rome.  My home was comfortable.  The day was overcast.  The air was cool, with a cool breeze.  I left open, my front door.  Dikaia stayed outside on her chain.

I lacked appetite, and felt full.  I relaxed all day.  I remained on the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, enjoying the air current from the fan, given to me, by Pea.  I refrained, from going to McDonald’s, in part, to save some money.  I suppose, that while being on-line, can be, an enjoyable pastime, a pleasant way, to pass time, it does seem, to fail to gain for me, any book sales, and it does cost me, some funds, as I spend money, to buy a meal, in fair trade.  I was content, on this day, to give to myself, a day, of doing nothing.  I very much, enjoyed this day, with all 12 episodes, from season one, of Rome, and then four or five, or the episodes, from season two, of Rome.

My ‘work life’, seemed far away, distant, irrelevant.  However, part of me, does have, some financial needs, which seem to me, to require me, to seek, to retain this job.  I advised myself, to accept, that I work, in an arena, that has its share, of corruption, and that is, ‘how it is’, and there might be, little sense, in either complaining about it, or seeking to change it.  I can hold, to my course, of seeking to do, an honest, competent job, and accepting, that the main thing, is that I do have a job.  Around 6:00pm, I enjoyed, a nice big meal.  My body seemed, to be halfway between, being gaunt, and being ‘normal’.

Around 11:30pm, I took Dikaia with me, and went, to a nearby Wawa, only to find, that although they did restock cigarettes, they had failed, to gain my brand, which is, a very popular brand.  I then went, to a more distant Wawa, and there bought, a carton, of my brand, of cigarettes.  Even though, I had made a point, to seek to curtail, my tobacco intake, I did smoke, a lot of cigarettes, over the course, of the long day.  I enjoyed, a can of mixed fruit.  There seemed to be, a gun-fight at the corner house, that was slightly prolonged, but police, remained away, so I guess, that nobody was hurt.  Perhaps, there were some loud fireworks involved.  I very much enjoyed, episodes of Rome, until I sought sleep, around 4:30am.

I awoke, around 11:45am, and then returned to sleep, until 1:15pm.  I was, extremely mentally groggy.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave some fresh dry-food, to Dikaia outside, and put her, onto her chain, so that I could lack concern, about Dikaia wandering off.  I played some computer games.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I sought to explain to Fishnetterrie, how she might view, the little videos, which I sent to her.  Fishnetterrie seemed to believe, that some of those videos, were documents, text files, to be read, when actually, they are short films.  Usually, if one double-clicks, on a file, to seek to get it to open, then one’s own computer, will select, the appropriate application program, to use, with that file.  I sought, to get ‘into gear’, as 3:00pm arrived.  My COPD, was moderate.  Onwards with a smile.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, and put on, clean underwear, and a Peak 2015 Amazon tee-shirt, and my security identification badge.  I emptied, the office and kitchen garbage-cans, into the outside garbage container, and then wheeled, that container, to curb-side.  My COPD, had become, mildly strong.  To me, ‘strong’, is any time, I am impacted, by the COPD, where my breathing and movement, are both impaired.  I made selections of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  The day, was intermittently overcast, but remained hot.  I cleaned, the kitchen dishes and surfaces.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  I updated, my movie reference library book, and put away, the entertainment items, I have recently experienced.  I put on my shoes, and finished charging, my cellular telephone.  I put away, my lap-top computer.  I was essentially, ready for work, or at least, as ready, as I could be.  What a ‘reality shift’, returning to my work-life, from my home life, can seem to be…  They are, two very different worlds…  There is, a lack of blend, a lack of bridges, just a stark contrast, and total shift.

I played some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won, at the most difficult settings.  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a can of tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  There was, a Fox News report, monitoring, the left-wing accolades, of Bill Clinton’s speech, in which he mimicked Trump, and spoke lovingly, of his romantic affair, presumably with his spouse.  Bill started off, by saying, “I once met a woman.”  Left-wing lesbian commentator, Rachel Maden, said this, made her, initially, feel a bit uncomfortable.  I could speculate, that Rachel admires, the political positions, the ideals, waved by Bill Clinton, but, as a lesbian woman, would prefer, to avoid, having to have sex, with a man, to maintain or enhance, her professional life.

A left-wing television news commentator, suggested, that all media, avoid giving, any coverage, to Trump.  A right-wing commentator, responded, that Trump, gets media coverage, because Trump has given, 24 press conferences, to media, and fielded, any and all questions, from the press, while Hillary, in the same time-period, has had zero press conferences.  Bluster objected, to anyone watching Fox News, and turned the channel, to the Food Network.  I restored Fox News, as Bluster could watch, the Food Channel, on the other monitor.  Bluster chastised me, saying that I should know, that everything said, by Fox News, would be Republican falsehoods.  I said, that Bluster should know, that both sides, might give, partial pictures, but at least, these might be accurate parts, and that I believe, that watching both sides, can help one, to remain aware.  I told Bluster, that to me, he is akin to Trump, while Amelia, is akin to Hillary, and I would vote, for Bluster.

Floyd told me, that after I departed, last week, there was, a power hour, and although all Multi-Cart packers, were told, to move, to Single Totes, Amelia had remained, with Multi-Carts, and then, the next day, had been awarded, a gift card, as best packer, for Multi-Cart.  It seemed to Floyd, that management, had rewarded Amelia, for being, the only person, to defy management.  Floyd thought, there must be something wrong, with that.  Floyd said, on my vacation day off, that Lang had departed early, and the two people, who worked with Floyd, also were departing, and Floyd disliked, handling all the related tasks, of his department, alone, or with inexperienced personnel, or with people, who disfavored seeking to work, and so Floyd, had departed.

I told Floyd, that I would seek, to accept the work situation(s), peacefully and civilly, and focus, on doing my job, as best I can.  Augustus returned, and I welcomed him back.  Both of his parents, had been health-challenged.  Lang and Roy, were absent.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I awoke, around 7:30am, and turned on, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I was aware, that I anticipated, Nathan’s arrival, around noon, and that I lacked cash.  I returned to sleep, until 10:34am.  I arose, and enjoyed, fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then the other, and then, fed my fish.  It was overcast, luke-cool.  I was thankful for this, as I had wanted, some cooler air.  Although, I have not felt, ‘up to par’, during these past days, off from work, I did feel, that I would be okay, going to work, the next day, even if, I also felt, that I would be, returning to work, all too soon…  I went to my bank, and got some cash.  I brought Dikaia with me, and she very much enjoyed, riding with her face, outside the window.  I took out, the kitchen garbage, and cleaned my kitchen.  I received, a telephone call, from Nathan, who said, that he would arrive, around 1:00pm, rather than, around 12-noon.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.

Nathan arrived, and looked at, the situation with the awning, over my back-stoop.  Nathan felt, he would be unable, to fix that, for less than $100.  One piece of wood, would have to be nailed, into place, and then the awning, screwed into, that piece of wood.  I’d like to think, that I could do, that work myself, within one hour, except for my COPD.  I said, I was unable, to afford, to pay more, on this day.  Nathan said, that he thought, the awning, would fall down, with the next storm.  I pointed out, that the set-up, has survived, many storms, during the past three weeks.  I am also mindful, that this is where, Nathan had worked, and it might be possible, that inadvertently, he put his weight, on it, which weakened it, when he worked, on the overhead light, above my back-stoop.  Nathan tripped, on a back step, and fell into, the vertical pole, holding my awning, and it held.  Nathan seemed okay thereafter.  I am mindful, that this was, to be a day, when Nathan worked, to complete work, for which I had already paid, and my offer, to find additional tasks, so that he could have, some cash, was a courtesy.  Nathan then decided, to work, on the bathroom’s overhead light.

I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  Nathan was unable, to easily find, live wires, to use, with the overhead light.  Nathan then departed, to go to his home, to get supplies, which included, thankfully, left-over wiring, from his previous work, at my home.  I was going to offer, to Nathan, use of some of my own, electrical supplies, but then discovered, that these had been moved, during Nathan’s previous visit.  I am mindful, that I do work, hard and quickly, to earn my income, while Nathan, might seem, to work leisurely, to earn, what he hopes, is a high rate of pay…  I finished updating, my movie library reference book.  I had, some strong, sharp, chest pains…

Nathan returned, and resumed work, on the overhead light, in the bathroom.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  Ramboi kindly gave to me, two cans of dog-food, as he had received, many cans, from the girl, who runs a shelter.  Sunshine returned.  I enjoyed, two episodes, from season four, of Andromeda, as the day went by.  One might suspect, a conspiracy theory, to keep me off-line, on this day…  Perhaps Nathan, had some challenges, and he continued to work, until 7:00pm approached.  Nathan did get, the overhead light, in the bathroom, to work.  I gave, a big can, of dog-food, given to me, by Ramboi, to Dikaia, and put her, onto her chain.  I fed my fish.  I sought, to remain patient.  To his credit, despite the heat, and long hours, Nathan did turn, to the task, of finishing the work, around the electric outlets, of my kitchen.  I played, some games, of Reversi-Othello, winning at each level of difficulty, from the easiest, to the most difficult.  I knew, that McDonald’s does close, and beyond a point, there would be, no sense, in going there.  I experienced, another episode, from season four, of Andromeda.  Nathan did finish, and did request, all of the money, which I had indicated, I had with me, $100.  Nathan did say, he would secure, my back awning, for $50.  I might again, seek to do, that job myself, or maybe, Ramboi might help me, with it.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day, and shared a piece, of my heart-art, with one person, who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Mo-K, among others.  There were circulating, on FaceBook, some short videos, of blacks attacking whites, and two videos, of Russians, getting into fights, and winning, one being two Russian tourists, one male, and one female, attacked by four black males, and the two Russians prevailed, and the other, a group of Russians, in a fight, with a group, of angry Moslems, and the Russians prevailed.  Most whites, seem to stand alone, as individuals, in life, while blacks, often operate, in groups.  I continue, to seek to believe, that incidents of violence, are rare, and that the welcome proper norm, remains, that people, seek to live, in harmony, with one another.  People are people as individuals, regardless of race or nationality.

I visited paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared items from them, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared with them, promotional art, with text information, about my books, for Writing On the Wall ~ perhaps a bit ‘off the wall’ (‘http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Wall-perhaps-wall-autobiography/dp/1495367770/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391453333&sr=1-1&keywords=writing+on+the+wall+Jualt’), The Thought of Christos (‘http://www.amazon.com/The-Thought-Christos-Jualt/dp/1496150007/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394820302&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Thought+of+Christos’), The Life of Christos series (‘http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_20/177-8219564-3225431?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks&sprefix=The+Life+of+Christos%2Cstripbooks%2C289&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Athe%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks’), and Rs ~ rambling through spiritual history (‘http://www.amazon.com/Rs-rambling-through-spiritual-history/dp/1500896985/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408727545&sr=1-1-fkmr2&keywords=Rs+~+rambling+through+spirituality+history’).

I alternated, between sharing the web-site, for my interview with Michael and Lindsay, on Paranormal and Beyond (‘http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9FAEs3LJwY’), which has some focus, upon my activities, with weather modification, atmospheric manipulation, as a shaman and shammas, and the show with Royce, on Talk Now Radio (‘https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DsMfWcQNzQ’), which has some focus, on my books and my family background, and also the show, with Melissa-P and William-P, on Dead Creek Radio, with its focus on religion and spirituality, and their impact on psychics (‘https://www.mixcloud.com/widget/iframe/?embed_type=widget_standard&embed_uuid=b966a496-cd5d-4668-96e6-c56e3de84486&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.mixcloud.com%2Fdcrwill1%2Fdead-creek-radio-with-melissa-and-will-pritchard%2F&hide_cover=1&hide_tracklist=1&replace=0’, and the very nice interview, with Kevin-M and Jennifer-S, on Paraversal Universe (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universal-wshaman-walter-brooks/’), with its focus on metaphysics, spirituality, and ‘paraversal things’, and the 160201 show, hosted by Jonathan Mallard, on Odd to Newfoundland Paranormal Podcast, with its focus, on my life as Christos, including interactions with ETs, and the 930201 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with Reverend James David Nicholls, with its focus on me, as Christos, and metaphysics in general (‘http://youtu.be/FFbSEU5MA3A’), and the 930325 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with its focus on psychic awareness, cults, David Koresh and Waco, and sexuality (‘http://youtu.be/Qf8Hhlx6N3o’), and the 920701 show, hosted by Lee Fowler, with its focus on psychic things, telepathy, and world events, and my ability to influence weather (‘https://youtu.be/gPFacpDzZbA’), and the 930106 show, hosted by psychic Barbara Norcross, about ‘psychic things’, and my birth (‘https://youtu.be/kIhPx4ML06c’), and the 930201 interview, hosted by Bob Manning, on Manning in the Morning, which focused on me as Christos (‘https://youtu.be/l9na0JWCryw’), and also the 131025 interview, with Chuck Morse, on Chuck Morse Speaks, with its focus, on some of my life, as a journalist (‘https://youtu.be/INiAPpGSsTA’).

A big storm arrived, and cooled the air, and that was nice.  I enjoyed, many episodes, from season four, of Andromeda.  I was, a touch sad, that I only had, about five or six hours, to enjoy, before this ‘day off’, was to end.  I enjoyed, a nice hamburger, and some crunchy cereal, as a snack.  Fishnetterrie sent to me, a telephoned text message indicating her reception, of my letter, and told me, that she now, wishes to replace, the furnace, in her home.  A home, can be, a financially hungry beast…  The more you have, the more, you must maintain…  Roger called me, twice, and told me, about his day, and his plans, for future tattoos.  I noticed, that my remaining telephone minutes, had dwindled, to less than an hour.  Roger lives at home, with his parents, so his costs of living, are minimal.  At least my home, was fairly comfortable, with use of fans, and I went, without a shirt.  I went to sleep, inadvertently, around 3:45am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and at least, I did feel rested.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:15pm, and then, did arise.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  My COPD, was moderate, the type, where breathing, can be challenging.  I was accepting, of my need, to return to work.  I cleaned Dikaia’s, outside food bowl, and gave fresh dry-food, to her.  There were some puffy, white and-or gray clouds, here and there, but, for the most part, the day was sunny.  My home, was cool.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I culled through, past beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to add, to the items, from which to make, future selections.  I noticed, that Dikaia, was absent, from my yard, and went outside, and she was returning, with two of my neighbors, seeking her.  Apparently they were concerned, about a dog, being loose…  I can hope, that they had nothing to do, with the vanishing of dogs, from our neighborhood.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.

I shaved, and was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered.  I put on, my security identification badge.  I went, to a Wawa, and bought cigarettes and fuel.  Prices for the lowest price fuel, are now, around $2 per gallon.  I returned to my home.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I straightened, the kitchen, and living-room.   I prepared, a proper disk, for my entertainment, after work.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I wheeled, my outside garbage container, to curb-side, though it was, nearly empty.  I won a game of Solitaire, on my computer.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a can of tuna.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I had, some chest pains…

I departed, a little early, around 4:45pm, and went, to a Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, where I spent, about two hours’ income, to buy candy.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  The parking lot, seemed to be emptier, than I have seen it, in recent memory at least.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Augustus, and Sassy, with coffee, supplied by Amazon, in the upstairs break-room, before work was to start.  We seemed to be, low on work, but we also had, a lot less personnel, so there seemed to perhaps be, adequate work for us workers.

Three police officers, were killed, and three others wounded, by a gunman, who came to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, from Kansas City, Missouri.  The shooter was killed.  President Obama, denounced the attack, calling the attack ‘cowardly’.  I think, that someone, who is willing, to die, in a gun-fight with police, might be, something other than ‘cowardly’.  Trump denounced, the violence, of police against blacks, and the violence of blacks, or Black Lives Matter, against police.  Trump said, that he hopes, to help heal our nation, and called, for both sides, to seek to end the violence.  The family, of a black man, who had been shot, by police, in Baton Rouge, called for outsiders, to refrain, from coming to their area, and making things worse.  If I were, a police officer, I might become more nervous, and more quickly resort, to use of a gun, in this atmosphere.  If I were, a black person, I might hope, that this violence, against police, would make life safer, for blacks, and others, who face the potential, of police violence.  Some might think, that some blacks, as a norm, are more prone, to being ‘resentful’, of ‘authority’, of being told what to do, be that by bosses, at their jobs, or by police, and lack of compliance, with a police order, can result, in an unfortunate police response.

Corrine, Lang, and Roy, were absent, on this day.  Lilly said, she would assume, Roy’s position, and said, that Roy, had indicated to her, on FaceBook, that he would be, attending school.  I am uncertain, of what school, holds classes, on Sunday, other than Christian church schools, for children, ‘Sunday school’.  Lang is normally absent, on Sundays, though it is, a regular work-day, for him.  I got two good carts, and felt, these would, meet my needs, at least until the first break.  However, Lilly came to me, when I was, about half-way, through my first cart, with a good rate, and told me, to go to AFE.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Jackie, Tatum, and Babe, among others, in AFE.  I got a work-station, that made me responsible, for the side-walls, and large or medium chutes, on the front wall.  I worked hard, for the entire shift, though my rate, might have been, so-so.  I did meet, all priority deadlines.  My packing slip machine, was failing, to print completely, and Jackie did send, a technician, to fix that situation.  He took my machine away, and I then got one, from an unoccupied work-station.  However, this then required me, to restart my computer, to get it to recognize, the existence; of the new machine.  The computer, had some sort, of major problem, and failed, to start, but did so, on the second attempt.  I did push myself, and I also handled, many many heavy packages.  My shoulders felt the result, of this exertion, the next day…  We also, stopped work, when there was, a report of a fire, upstairs, and we all could notice, the fumes downstairs.  I think, that Beatrice, got accidentally, knocked to the ground, in the hustle and bustle, of people moving quickly, in confined areas, of AFE.  I had ‘joked’, to Sassy, that people, should look both ways, rather than, simply stepping across, the busy walkway intersections, but this, is what might have occurred, with Beatrice.

Boss Don, of AFE, played music, during the final quarter, and I enjoyed that, very much, and even moved a little, to the music, as I worked.  Rod was my water-spider, and he did, a very good job, keeping busy, most all of the time.  Rod told me, that Emanuel and Murgatroid, have returned, to working for Amazon, though they are now, in Pick, until Pack openings, become available for them.  I also enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Stew, Jolly, Sugar, Viva, Wynn, and Grace, among others.  Tatum and Babe, both worked, doing packaging, at times, and this was nice to see.  I shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.  I did work hard, and did have, some fun.  I rested content, knowing that I had done, the best I could.  I like to think, this was, a good day, for me, with Amazon, and I enjoyed being there.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work, with music and cool air, thanks to Hessbie.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her, and had one myself.  I brought inside, the 17 bags of candy, which I put, into my refrigerator, to keep safe, from heat and ants.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with an episode, from season five, of Married With Children.  I inadvertently, fell asleep, during the second episode, and awoke, at 6:15am, and went to the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, where I then slept, until 10:30am.  Warm air, was an influence, for me, to awaken.  I brewed fresh coffee, and adjusted the air current, from the big fan, given to me, by Pea.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:34pm, and then dozed, until 1:15pm, at which time, I did arise.

I fed my fish.  I gave fresh dry-food, to Dikaia.  Dikaia sought to roam, but I saw her, and called her back to me, and then put her, onto her chain.  My office, was warm.  I enjoyed fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  My COPD was mild, and the tightness, of my shoulders, became tolerable.  I enjoyed, a telephoned text message, sent by Fishnetterrie, who inadvertently, sent the same message, to me, five times.  Fishnetterrie, has made progress, with her new home, and says that fortunately, there have been, a lack of unpleasant surprises.  I enjoyed, some computer games, and wrote some, to Fishnetterrie.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  I mixed, the new bags of candy, into the existing bag, and then made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave, a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  The shower, did help me, to feel cooler, for a while.  I went through my folders, with my art, and with my humor, and made selections, to use, at a later date.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water, and a meal, to Dikaia.  I ate, a small can, of tuna-fish.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.  My mood was good.  I was ready, to face, a long day, at work.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Murph, and Lang.  Floyd said, that he thought, that Roy, like Lang, might be attending, classes for commercial driving, on Sundays.  Some people, seek to become bosses, because they believe, there is less work involved, and more pay, and sometimes, this might seem, to be true.  Some might think, that driving a truck, is ‘less work’, as, after all, one is just sitting in place, for long periods of time.  I wondered, if Amazon, might take notice, when its bosses, seek to use, the educational programs, to find better work elsewhere, when being a boss, is in theory, better work, within the company…

Floyd mentioned, that Roy, had sought yesterday, to send Doright, to AFE, at the end of the day, but Doright, had thrown a fit, and was allowed, to remain upstairs.  Winston explained, that the attempted military coup, in Turkey, had occurred, because the President, of that nation, was moving that nation, toward becoming, an Islamic state, and the nation’s constitution, calls for a military coup, if any leader, seeks to make, that nation, into a religiously-oriented nation.  103 generals, and 3,000 judges, among others, have now been removed.  Corrine commendably warned us, or gave to workers, advance notice, that there was a possibility, of mandatory overtime, on Thursday, for our shift.

I worked Multi-Cart, and worked hard.  I got, many less than desirable carts, but handled them, by placing the items, from one shelf, onto my counter, and then processing, all of the orders, fairly quickly.  Sonny was my water-spider, and he did, a very good job.  Geronimo worked, ahead of me, and spent, a lot of time, away from his work-station.  I provided, hazardous warning label approvals, to Geronimo, but he seemed reluctant, to return that courtesy.  However, Jay worked behind me, and I did exchange badges, with Jay, and thus was able, to provide hazardous warning label approvals, to Geronimo, and to John, who worked, across the conveyor belt, from me.  Geronimo seemed disgruntled, on this day, and for the most part, seemed to refrain, from artificially boosting his rate.

I was amused, and showed Floyd, that I lacked any rate, for first half, in Multi-Cart, but had been given, a nice rate, of 97, in Singles, although I had refrained, from doing any work, in Singles, on this day, and only had worked, doing Multi-Cart packing.  Toward the end, of the ’day’, Lilly brought to me, a great cart, with lots of items, which unfortunately, had to be done quickly, and I got them all done, way in advance.  I hoped, someone might notice, that I really had, gone above and beyond, to get these done, but nobody said anything.  Lilly has had, her hair done, in some shades of blue, and it actually, looks very beautiful.  I ‘joked’ to Lilly, that she could go, to a wedding, as ‘something blue’…

Horatio was challenged, to keep up, with the work, in Problem-Solve, and asked some extra workers, to do Gatekeeper work there.  Horatio does seem determined, to keep me, away from Problem-Solve computer work, an area, in which, I do excel…  A month ago, I felt, I could still remember enough, to do that job.  However, at this time, I probably would need, some quick tips, on how to get started there.  My best guess, is that Horatio, holds against me, that I worked in Problem-Solve, for boss Justin, during Peak 2015.

I was slightly amused, when Lang told Amelia, to only have one cart, at her work-station, as she had two, and Lang removed one.  As soon as Lang walked away, Amelia went, and got two more carts, so that she had three.  Some of Amelia’s carts, are perhaps, intended for ‘privacy’…

Roy was friendly, and I appreciated this.  Lang told me, that police have stopped him, while driving, at least ten times, during this year, and he thinks, that is only because, he is black.  Gammel made some funny jokes, as safety comments.  Corrine explained, that yesterday’s fire, had been, because of the seemingly, spontaneous combustion, of an ion battery.  These batteries, are now commonly used, in lap-top computers, which do get, very hot…

All in all, and overall, I had a good day, with Amazon, and could be glad, to be there.  I shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.  I worked hard, and had, a pleasant ‘day’.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.

I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave two hot-dogs, to her, and had two myself.  I opened the front door, and put lattice, to block the opening.  My home, was ‘quite warm’…  I was comfortable, in the air current, from fans, without a shirt.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and an episode, from season five, of Married With Children.  I inadvertently, went to sleep, while enjoying, a second episode, of Married With Children, and awoke, at 6:10am.  I closed my front door, and moved, to the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, and was able, to sleep, until 10:34am.  I think, warm air, had descended, to where I sleep, and that was what, had awakened me.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, and slept, until 2:10pm.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  My arm muscles, seemed pumped, and my chest, was tight.  However, I was neither tired nor fatigued.  I felt okay.  I think, the one little can, of tuna fish, is making a beneficial difference.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia wandered, and I called her back, before she had gone anywhere.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I think Dikaia, is becoming, quite bored, without Friend around…  I retrieved, my outside garbage container, which had been emptied.  I also retrieved, a nice envelope, from Fishnetterrie.  I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.

I shaved, and was glad, to be able, to use the bath-room, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, mostly to cool off.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I was resolved, to face this day, as another ‘day one’, of a work-week.  I opened the envelope, from Fishnetterrie, and found, a nice card.  Fishnetterrie remains focused, on her new home, and is getting, many things done.  Fishnetterrie felt overwhelmed, by the many tasks, and so made, a ‘to do ‘list’ to help her, to keep track, of what needs to be done, and what has been done, and perhaps, how to arrange these tasks, in the most efficient manner.  Fishnetterrie, faces some things, which would be, expensive for me, like garage roof repair, and a new furnace.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, in response, to things Fishnetterrie mentioned.

I put on cologne.  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a small can of tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.  A big black storm, with much lightning, was approaching.  I hoped to arrive, at work, before the rain began there.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I got stuck, behind a slow-moving car, and I wondered, if that driver, even noticed, the big bad storm, that was approaching.  That driver, was apparently, going to Amazon, and parked, in the same lane, where I normally park.  I did seek, to remain patient, but I was amazed, at how oblivious, that driver was, about the approaching situation.  That driver, remained in her car, after we both had parked.  I walked quickly, to the front entrance, and got there, just as the storm broke, and heavy rain began.  That driver, then got trapped, in her car, until the first wave of rain, had passed.  Perhaps she had watched, some weather report, saying it would be sunny…

The fast-paced walk, to the front entrance, and the trip, up the stairs, did aggravate, my COPD, but, as normal, I hoped, for some recovery time, in the break-room, before work began.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Sally and Floyd, in the upstairs break-room, with coffee, supplied by Amazon, before work began.  There has been, very little mention, by television news, about events, at the Republican National Convention, other than, Trump has picked, a Vice Presidential candidate, that being, the governor, of Indiana, Pence.  Lang said, there was, a lot of work to do, with tote wrangling, to get totes assembled, for ReBin, and for ReBin, to get carts ready, for Multi-Cart, for the 8:00pm deadline, and asked, if Floyd and I, would start work early, and tackle these tasks, and we both agreed.  I missed, the stand-up meeting, as I was, already working.  Lang had said, my doing ReBin, would only be temporary, until he got past, this ‘emergency’ situation.  Lang thanked me, for my work, and released me, to go back to Multi-Cart packing.  I had finished, two Multi-Carts, and was about half-way, through two more.  Lang told me, I had, a fairly good rate, better than my norm, at 465.  Floyd said, that Lang had told him, that I was at 454.  Either way, I did not work, in ReBin long enough, for my rate, to officially count.  I did seek, to work hard, to be helpful, to Lang.

I somewhat ran into, a ‘train wreck’, when I switched, to Multi-Cart packing.  I was put, into one of the ‘new stations’, and found, many problems, challenges…  I did get aggravated, as this would definitely, slow my rate…  First, and perhaps minor, all the new stations, have new box placements, so none, of my automatic functions, would work properly.  I had to get acclimated, to where boxes were located, and did so after an hour or more.  It was Henrico, who directed, the positioning of boxes, at these work-stations, so they all, have the same positioning, even if their positioning, is totally different, than the positioning, at any other work-stations.  And, even though, the slots were labeled, some of the boxes, were in, the wrong slots.  I did move, the boxes around, so they then were in, the proper slots, and I then discovered, that two types of boxes, were entirely absent.  Khan, as my water-spider, got one of these, for me, and I got, the other one.  The fan was positioned, low, and at an end, so that its air current, blew the spoos, and the tape- and dunnage-dispensers.  Half of my work-station, was covered, by spoos…  I covered that half, with a box, so I then had, a clean surface, to work upon.  I moved, the tape-dispensing machine, to the left, so that the dunnage, would not land, upon the sticky tape, and the position, of the tape-dispensing machine, helped to alter, the air current, from the fan.  This solved, some of the problems…

My monitor, was to my far right, while my Multi-Cart, was slightly behind me, and to my left.  This meant, I would have to rotate, constantly twist and turn, and I accepted this, as ‘how it is’.  This set-up, might be okay for working Single Totes, but was ‘cumbersome’, for doing Multi-Cart, and would definitely, slow down, any Multi-Cart packer.  Also irksome, was that the conveyor belt, was located, about six feet away, rather than being nearby.  This meant, two or three steps, to get a package, more easily, to the conveyor belt, or I could, sling each package, to the conveyor belt, which is, what I did, for a while, because I was annoyed.  However, I did stop, doing that, and then walked, the extra steps…  Also, the counter itself, hangs over the lower boxes, so that a tall person, or perhaps, even a normal height person, has to bend down, to reach under, that counter, to get the lower boxes.  It is, at least, more of a bend, than if one, can easily reach, the lower boxes.  I did move, some of the lower boxes, so they extended outwards more, and thus became, easier to grab.  So, there was much, twisting and turning, and bending, and walking, at this work-station.

Jean-Paul suggested, that perhaps I could, cut the straps, holding the fan, in its position, or just move myself, to another work-station. Lang said, he would ask Roy, to assign me, to a ‘conventional’ work-station, but Roy, refrained from doing that.  I think, Roy was annoyed, that I had, worked for Lang, in ReBin.  My tendency, to seek to comply, with my bosses, influences me, to remain in place.  I thought the fan, might have been, bolted into place, but, when I examined it, I saw, that it was held in place, by straps, which I then cut.  I put that fan, onto the ground, where its air current, was good for me, and failed to impact, anything on my counter.  And, at start, my tape-dispensing machine, was out of water, and I got more, once I noticed, that problem.  My dunnage-dispensing machine, also soon ran out, of dunnage, and Khan replaced that, for me.  My tape-dispensing machine, also ran out of tape, and I replaced that, fairly easily and quickly.

There was, nobody near me, to give hazardous warning label approvals, to me.  Khan would come, and give these to me, as did, Johann, who came from two work-stations away.  This did mean, some delays, in getting these approvals, delays which, of course, would lower my rate.  I ended up, trading badges, with Johann, and this made, hazardous warning label approvals, easier, and I could make available, Johann’s badge, to the people around me, for their hazardous warning label approvals.

I stopped, free-hand scanning, because of the abundance, of spoos, on the ground and equipment, and kept my scanner, in place, after my scanner, picked up, an inadvertent spoo, though I was unable, to locate, the spoo, which it claimed, to have scanned.  Keeping the scanner, in its holster, takes more time.  I also somewhat refrained, from putting many items, on my counter, as Corrine requested, though I did return, to doing that, to improve my rate.  I suppose, it might seem, to some Packers, that everything said by management, is intended, to slow down, the new inexperienced people, while ignoring, what management says, allows experienced packers, to get better rates.  This situation, is perhaps deliberate?

I handled, three less than desirable carts, to get their priority items packaged.  Only less than desirable carts, were being brought, to my area, and so I then walked, to get better carts, though by then, I felt, that my first half rate, was bad enough, to sink my entire day.  I then became resigned, to working at a comfortable pace, and getting a bad rate, which seemed preferable, to working hard, to end up, with a bad rate.

Lilly was in tears, during break, and decided, to leave early, because she felt, that many Packers, would ignore the priority carts, that she gave to them, and she felt, that we were facing, a train wreck, of priority items, for final quarter.  People who get assigned, to be Process Guides, are supposed to agree, to remain, for the entire shift.  I always do, what Process Guides, request of me, and just ask them, if they are able and willing, to counterbalance, the less than desirable carts, with some good carts, to help me, to maintain a good rate.  Stokley replaced Lilly, and became frustrated, when ignored, by Roy, who was preoccupied, with explaining things, to an Integrity coach, a new young guy.  Normally, Roy would have helped, to give priority carts, to packers, but he refrained, from helping Stokley.  Stokley then gave up, on assigning carts, with priority items, to Packers, and we did miss, the final quarter deadline.  In some ways, this day, was perhaps, like a ‘train wreck’…

I like to think, that I made, the best of things, and did at least, make that work-station, better for anyone, who goes there.  Floyd reminded me, that in the past, I have been sent, to problem work-stations, to fix them, and then, once they are fixed, I get moved, to a different one.  Perhaps this is so, but it has never been stated, though Jack did use me, for this purpose, and had me, report to him, but otherwise, I do risk, a lower rate, and production warnings, when facing these fixer-uppers…  Floyd did bring to me, a great cart, at the end of the day, and I hoped, this would help me, to improve my rate, though I felt, it was, too late for that.  I could hope, that this day, would not, give to me, a bad rate, for the entire week, which would then result, in a third production warning, a situation, about which, I have become neutral…  I never looked, at my posted rates, on this day, seeking to avoid, adding insult to injury…  Corrine was decidedly offish toward me, while being friendly, to others, and I lack any clue, as to why, though this was, a change.  I simply do, what I can, and hope for the best…

I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I did thank Floyd, Johann, and Jean-Paul, for helping, to make this, a better day, for me.  The outside air, had remained cooler, thanks to that storm.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to her, and had one myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 6:10am.

I awoke, around 11:45am, and arose, around 12:15pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave, fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia inside, and a bit later, gave to her, a hot-dog.  My legs were tired, on this day, which I attributed, to the movement, from work, the day before.  I was uncertain, if this would be, my last work-day, of this work-week, or if, I might have, to work tomorrow, or even, if there might be, voluntary time off, on this day, which I might be inclined, to accept.  At least, the air, was a bit cooler, more comfortable, my thanks to God, and my other allies. I enjoyed reading, Fishnetterrie’s letter to me, and responded, to many things, she had said.  I felt, like this should be, a day off from work, though I had nothing against, going to work…

I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello.  I measured, the overhead incandescent light bulbs, in my kitchen, both of which, fail to fully illuminate.  I made a note, to send, a thank you card, to Racer, because, despite how tumultuous, our time together, might have been, it did enable me, to turn my life around.  I shaved, and washed my face, and washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I fed my fish, and gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I ate, a small can of tuna, and drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  Onwards with a smile.  I put on some cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 4:55pm.

Hell burns, all who seek, to live there?  Life kills everyone?

I mused, as I drove, that the only things, relevant to me, while driving, were those things, in my immediate vicinity, even if, there might be, some sort of accident, down the road a bit, as that might be later, and what mattered most, was what was ‘now’.  Of course, I would find it prudent, to know, if there might be, an accident, down the road, on my path, so I could adjust, adapt, but most people, only care, about what, is around them.  I can hope, that situations faced by me, are relevant, to others…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant, journey to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Sally and Floyd.  Sally is concerned, about getting production warnings, while packaging for Problem-Solve.  People who pack, for Problem-Solve, must focus, upon items, that are to be packed right then, items which are placed, onto their counters, for immediate focus, and thus they lack leeway, in being able, to pick orders, with lots of items, to raise their rates.  Floyd said, that Everest, has now received, three production warnings, but he continues, to come to work.  Floyd felt, that at least, in the current and recent time period, that our older workers, have been targeted, for adversity, to influence them, to leave.  I mused, with Jean-Paul, that I am, a ‘has been’, among ‘wanna-bes’, and most of these, might never ever be, in part, because they knowingly or unknowingly reject, the things I teach, in The Thought of Christos, especially, seek to be helpful, as to many of these people, the idea, of being helpful to others, or doing something, that they will thank themselves tomorrow, for having done today, runs counter, to their narrow, end-of-nose focus, upon only their own desires and ‘now’.

Boss Corrine mentioned, that nobody, should clock in early, and said, that many people do so, and this is, now being carefully monitored.  I wondered, if Corrine mentioned this, because I had clocked in early, the previous day, though I had done so, at boss Lang’s request.  Raj acted, as a Process Guide, and removed, the good cart, I was working upon, saying that it lacked, any priority items.  I asked, to be allowed, to continue working, on that good cart, until the priority items, would become apparent, 90 minutes before their deadline, or at least, to be able, to retain that cart, to work upon, after I finished, the priority items, in the undesirable cart, brought to me, by Raj.  Raj declined, either suggestion, and in essence, then passed, that cart, to a pretty girl.  Creed also worked, as a Process Guide, and he was good, about letting me, handle them, in ways, which would minimize, the adverse impact, to my rate, and I got many of these done, for Creed.  Roy does seem, to position me, where I might have difficulty, getting hazardous warning label approvals.  Geronimo declined, to give to me, hazardous warning label approvals, but the girl, Bap, who was next to him, lent to me, one of Geronimo’s badges, to use.  I also, had to get, my own supplies, with Telli as a water-spider.  At least, I was at, a good work-station, for first half.  Roy came to me, before first-half ended, to tell me, to move, to another specific work-station, for second half.

Corrine uses Wednesdays, to give feedback, be that praise or a production warning, to workers.  However, Corrine did seem, to avoid me.  I was concerned, about receiving, another production warning, one that might be viewed, as my ’third’, within some sort, of designated time-period.  I also hoped, to be able, to mention the situation, I had faced, the previous day, to either Roy or Corrine, but that failed to happen.

The work-station, in second-half, did have, defective dunnage.  I fixed it, three times, before getting Bluster, to help to replace it.  Creed brought to me, a less than desirable cart, which lacked any priority items, and asked me, to finish it, though it had, over half remaining.  I put that cart, aside, and I got good carts, which actually did have, some priority items, to seek to raise my rate.  However, Corrine came to me, and asked me, to go to AFE, which I did.  At least I got, this work-station, fully stocked and operating properly, before I departed.  The guy ahead of me, working Single Totes, had been putting, items with hazardous warning labels, back into the totes, and then putting those totes, back onto the tote conveyor, another way, to seek to prosper, in Hell…

Whereas upstairs, by 10:00pm, I had been, packing carts, for the next afternoon, downstairs in AFE, was an abundance, of all emergency priority items, and they felt behind.  Apparently, work was being heaped, upon AFE, while upstairs, work was light…  I was probably, sent to AFE, around 3:00am, just before, voluntary time off, was to be offered, to upstairs packers…  I helped one new worker, to learn how to handle, orders that were too large, to fit, in the largest single box.  There was great music, in AFE, and I worked with Gracie, who was pleasant.  I shared candy, with Jackie and Tatum, among others.

I was glad, when time came, to leave.  I told myself, to be thankful, that I have, a nice home, and an alternative, thanks to Social Security, to working…  I could imagine, that perhaps nobody, who works at Amazon, could have, a home of their own, as the job, is insecure, and even for management, time of employment, might seem limited.  I doubt, that the character flaws, which might seem normal, in this atmosphere, could allow, for ‘personal unions’, relationship couplings, to endure.  The idea of romantic love, might seem foolish, to these people, who might be content, with casual sex, whenever they might be able, to enjoy it.  I mused, that these people, might be seeking, to prosper in Hell, and Hell might burn, anyone, who seeks to live there…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I felt bloated, and was without appetite.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her,.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and two episodes, from season five, of Married With Children, which did help me, to smile, during a time-period, when smiling, might seem challenging.  I was, very tired, felt worn.  Morning light, was not as prominent, as it has been, when I sought sleep.

I awoke, at 9:00am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I did not wish, to waste any time off, by sleeping… Nonetheless, I felt, that three hours sleep, was probably, less than healthy, for my body.  I dozed, for another half-hour, and then arose. I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then another, and then, a bit later, fed my fish.  I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, and won some, and lost some.  I felt, so worn and tired, that I seriously asked myself, what the heck, am I doing, continuing to work…  The main answer remains, I am seeking, to pay off, the Elantra, while I have income, from a job, to more comfortably, seek to do so…  I did feel, that perhaps regardless, of how many days, I would have, off from work, it would not be enough…

This became, a ‘do nothing day’.  I remained at my home.  Between 1:00pm, and 5:00am, I experienced, and very much enjoyed, the final two episodes, from season four, of Andromeda, and the first 12 episodes, from season five, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a can of mini-beef ravioli, and later, a can of spinach, with the remainder, of a box, of Cinnamon Captain Crunch cereal, and a hamburger, and a can of sliced peaches.  I showered.  I enjoyed, two telephone conversations, with Roger.  I dozed many times.  I was very tired, both due, to the ‘normal’ tiredness, or exhaustion, from work, and also, probably, due to lack of adequate sleep.  I still felt bloated, or blocked, perhaps due to some candy, which I had consumed, the previous day.  This perhaps, influenced for me, to feel a headache at times, and I ate, two Bayer aspirins.  I thank, everyone associated with Andromeda, for this nice day.

It has been, a very long time, since I had, a ‘do nothing day’.  I felt tired and worn, and wondered, why I would put myself, into this position, given that I could leave Amazon, and refrain from working, and just seek, to enjoy my life.  I know, that paying off my vehicle, is one goal, that continuing to work, helps me to accomplish…  And yet, if working, could be detrimental, to my health, to my quality of life, then at some point, I should stop doing so, before doing so, causes harm to me…  I was very thankful, and aware, of the nice cooler air, that enabled me, to be comfortable, in my living-room, perhaps an unusual situation, for July…  I think, that perhaps, my lack of book sales, helped me to believe, that my absence, from promoting my books, failed to make any difference…  Part of me understands, that my being alive, with my somewhat ‘spotted history’, might be detrimental, and, if there are going to be, arguments about me, then perhaps, it is for the best, that I am not around, to participate in these.  What might be important, is that I have been, as a norm, continuing to seek, to promote my books, despite disappointing results.  I am reluctant, to seek an ‘agent’, for an ‘approved’ promotion, as it remains, important to me, that my books, remain intact.

I went to sleep, around 5:00am, and awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until around 12-noon.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and ‘easy’ music, as I updated these notes.  I made a copy, of Happy Accidents, to give to Fishnetterrie, as she has had trouble, finding it herself.  I wrote some more, to Fishnetterrie, and printed, that letter.  I played some computer games, of Reversi-Othello.  I finally felt ready, and-or willing, to get my day, ‘into gear’, to ‘face the day’…

I went, to the Hopewell Post Office, and bought a colorful envelope, and enclosed, the METAPHYSICS 160714 and movie DVDs, and that colorful night-light butterfly, which changes colors, and my letter, and sent these, to Fishnetterrie.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Fishnetterrie, letting her know, these had been mailed.  The hot weather, of July, sure has promoted, a blossoming of males, who display their heated-loaded crotches, rounded butts, and shirtless chests, all ready, for a nice massage, at most any time.  There seemed to be, much ’fun’, easily available, but, my COPD, inhibits me, from such things…  Nonetheless, there certainly are, many sights to see.  I went to Rose’s, and found, they lack, the incandescent fluorescent light-bulbs, which I thought I needed, for my kitchen overhead light.  I went, to Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and got candy, deodorant, and shampoo.  I went to Lowe’s, and got some loppers, and those light-bulbs.  I refrained, from buying, a lawn-mower, or some colorful flowers, but I did get some prices.  I asked myself, the question advised by Racer, if I would rather, later have, the money, or the item, and right now, I think, I would rather have, the money, given my continuing, job insecurity…  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and got canned soups and fruit, hot-dogs and meat, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverages, and cans of tuna-fish in oil.

I returned, to my home, and put things away.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  The overhead kitchen light-bulbs, both worked fine, without a problem, for the first time, since I originally tried them, months ago, so I left them, in place.  I emptied, the bags of candy, into the existing bag, and mixed everything together.  I was definitely, light-headed…  It was, a beautiful summer day, a great day, for beach or pool, and for cool air-conditioning, which I could at least enjoy, in my vehicle…  Onwards with a smile.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  There were news reports, about another mass shooting, this time, in Munich, Germany.  Britain’s Prime Minister, visited Germany, and announced, that Britain would seek, to retain close economic ties, with Germany, and other European Union nation-states, and would only slowly, makes its departure, from the European Union.  Major, large number purges, continue in Turkey, this time, in the education community.  It could seem, that the President of Turkey, might be, somewhat aligned, with ISIS, in that, it is Turkish purchases, of oil from ISIS, which help, to sustain ISIS.  France announced, bombing raids, against ISIS targets, in Iraq and Syria, in retaliation, for the terrorist attack, in Nice, France.

Somewhat amusing, at least as amusing, as the Republican National Convention, having a ‘gun-free zone, while defending gun rights, was the Democratic National Convention, having a wall, around its convention center, and requiring, close screening and photo identification cards, to gain entry, while opposing those things, for US border security.

North Carolina, has responded, to the violence, from and toward police, by prohibiting, the public release, of recordings, of police behavior, saying these are now considered, to be ‘private’, part of an individual’s ‘personnel file’.  This might actually, perpetuate the situation, given that, the police, have somewhat seemed, to fail, to police themselves, in the past, preferring, a protective code of silence, which has allowed, for terrible things, to continue to occur.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Christopher-C, Divinity Paranormal, Mick-C, Comedy 103.1, Kenneth-FA, and Bruce-M, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and share promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I was somewhat productive, and at least, felt okay.  I spent, over three hours on-line.

I returned to my home, and visited for a while, with Adrien and Ramboi, who would be having, a rabbit stew, the next day, to which they kindly invited me.  I returned, to my home, and fed my fish, and Dikaia.  I left Dikaia outside, while outdoor temperatures, were somewhat cooler, until past midnight, due to the warmth, inside my home.  I remained somewhat comfortable, dressed only in my boxer briefs, in the air current, of the big fan, given to me, by Pea.  I enjoyed, two small meals.  Fishnetterrie sent to me, a telephoned text message, indicating her thanks, for my earlier telephoned text message to her.  I enjoyed, a brief telephone conversation, with Roger.  I was reminded, that I had forgotten, to buy telephone minutes, and now have, about 15 minutes remaining…  I felt, both gaunt and full, but did feel, slightly better, on this day, than I had, on the previous day.

My ‘evening’, my time off from work, was spent, very enjoyably, with the remaining episodes, from season five, of Andromeda.  I can easily recommend Andromeda, though perhaps, it does require, some focus and ‘mind’, to appreciate.  Andromeda commendably, does have, kind writers, and resolution, to its story-lines.  Andromeda’s brilliant writers, under the ‘guidance’, of producer Majel Roddenberry, wove into its fabric, the science developments, from all other science-fiction sagas, and from metaphysics in general, including a type of oversoul, called in this series, an ‘avatar’, a single being, who represents, a great body of nature, such as a moon or a sun.  I found Andromeda, to be awesome.  My thanks, go to everyone, associated with this fine television series.

I sought sleep, around 5:00am.  I awoke, around 11:30am, and brewed fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia inside.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  My office, was already, very warm.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I shaved and showered.  I polished the text, of this chapter.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Tad, Floyd, and Lang, before work, with coffee, supplied by Amazon.  Tad said, this is to be, his last week, with Amazon, as he intends, to take a job, making $60,000 a year, as a truck driver.  I wish Tad well, though I am uncertain, if his words, contain truth.  Roy was absent.  Roman was still with us.  There was, plenty of work.  Bluster told me, that for this week, all carts, for Multi-Cart, would be the same.   Most slots, contained two or three items.  However, Amelia was fortunate, and did have one cart, with a slot with 40 items, and she worked, on another cart, and then every now and then, would return to the slot, with 40 items, and processed it again.

Lilly asked, Amelia and I, to move to the low side, of line two, for the second quarter.  Amelia went, to the other side, of line three instead.  I went, to where Lilly had asked me, to go.  I was amused, when there turned out to be, a cart, with many slots, of 40 items per slot, in the new work area.  I chuckled, that perhaps, Lilly had counted, on me, to do what she asked, and had counted, on Amelia, to avoid doing, what she asked, so that it was I, who got that nice cart.  Amelia had moved early, and took a position, across from me, so I did mention to her, that Lilly had asked, for us both, to go to line two.  Amelia said, that she had forgotten, what Lilly had said.  Amelia remained, in line three.

That great cart, boosted my rate, for first half, to 260. when Jonas showed me, how to look at my rate.  However, my computer crashed, and I lost access, to the rate data.  Corrine visited, and gave to me, a production warning, saying my rate, for the previous week, had been, at 97-percent, of goal.  Corrine said, this was, my second warning, within six weeks, and that I might receive, some coaching.  I did have, some delays, in getting hazardous warning label approvals, and my rate, for first half, was posted, as 240.  Required rate, is around 175 now, with benchmark, the high goal, being 190.  Corrine did make a point, to commend Taloos, for doing a good job.  I could chuckle, at my getting, a production warning, on a day, when I had, a high rate, and I remain thankful, to Lilly, for helping me, to do so.  My pace, remains the same, but my rate can vary, depending on, what I have, to process.  I like to think, that if one has, a high rate, some of the time, it shows to management, what one can do, and management is aware, of the problems and challenges, faced as a norm, so can be forgiving, of days, with poor rates, if one also has, days with high rates, that are ‘actual’, rather than being, artificially boosted.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, during our meal-time break.  I did give to Manny, a note, with The Thought of Christos, by Jualt R Christos, written on it, as he had asked me, to do so.  Our breaks, are to be the same, during the next four days, with an extra hour of work, but they are now moved, back 25 minutes, as is, our meal-time break, so that our lunch, is to begin, tomorrow and then the next three days, at 11:40pm.  Floyd noted, that few carts, had actually been totally processed, by Multi-Cart packers, though I myself, did process, about five carts totally.  Floyd said, that I was, the exception…  Floyd thought, many Multi-Cart packers, had adapted, to the carts, by sticking with slots, with large volume, and thus preserving their higher rates, without actually, processing items, or finishing those carts.

There was a news report, about protesters, against police brutality, in Baton Rouge, with one group of local protesters, being peaceful, and another group, of outsiders, being violent, resulting in, 102 arrests.  A black gentleman was interviewed, and he declined, to speak against violent protest, saying that people protest, in the ways, they feel are appropriate.  I wondered, if perhaps, some of all this attention, on police brutality, is related, to who, or which network, controls the local distribution, of ‘illegal’ party materials.

Lang brought to me, a two-item per-slot cart, during second half, telling me, that they were all, priority items, with deadlines, of 4:30am.  I decided, to go ahead, and do that priority cart, after I finished, the cart I was already working upon, which I did totally finish, and then, I had done half, of the priority cart, from Lang, before third quarter arrived, at 2:00am, when Corrine arrived, and asked, for me to go, to AFE, for fourth quarter.  I had hoped, to finish Lang’s cart, and then to process, a better cart, to repair my rate, understanding that doing this cart, for Lang, would lower my rate.  I brought, my coming departure, to Floyd’s attention, and asked him, to tell Lang, so that Lang could seek, to find someone else, to finish that priority cart.  Floyd bemoaned, that the only priority cart, had been given, to the one packer, who might actually do it, and now was leaving.  I felt that was flattering, but that someone, would certainly, do that cart, when it became, focused upon.

I went downstairs, to AFE, for the final quarter.  The coffee machine in the downstairs break-room, was out of order, and there were no cups, for the Gatorade dispensing machine.  Many people, spoke briefly with me, and that did, slow me down, at times.  I got a center wall, for a nice change.  I did work hard, and fast, and was ‘in gear’.  It was Tatum, who assigned me, to my position, and soon after, he had walked past me, a gentleman, came to me, and asked me, to switch walls with him, saying that was what, the bosses wanted.  He was, a new face, and I did mention to him, that Tatum had assigned, this spot to me, and Tatum had, only moments before, passed by, and said nothing to me, about switching my work-station.  This gentleman, then left me alone.  I suspect, he wished, to be near, an attractive lady near me.

Boss Don, in AFE, had a contest, with RIC-bucks awarded, to the fastest packer, during designated time-periods, when there had been music.  I found the music, to be very nice, regardless of the contest.  I did seek, to work hard, in part, in thanks, for the music.  Mattie told me, that nothing further had been learned, about the girl, who had been murdered.  Sugar, Sadie, and Larry, among others, said hello.

Donna said, that she had yet to go into physical therapy, but now had, a second job, to which she would go, after working at Amazon, during the evenings…  Donna said her goal, is to save, $50,000, so she could buy, a house.  I mentioned, that Donna, might only need, a 10-percent deposit, so might only need, $12,000 for that purpose.  I do not know, what housing prices, have become…  I told Donna, that I had used, Google automatic alerts, to find foreclosures, within zip codes, or cities, and this had enabled me, to buy a house outright, for much less money…  I later considered, that Donna’s tale, might be, a ‘big story’, like Tad’s, and-or, that she might be unaware, of the actual reality, of buying a house…

I made candy, available to any and all.  I worked, a full shift.  My mood was good.  One day done, and four to go…  At least, I feel mentally geared, for five days of work, rather than four, during this week…  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her, and enjoyed one myself, and then we each, had another one.  It was definitely, cooler outside, than inside.  I took off my shirt, and remained, in the air current, provided by, the fan, given to me, by Pea.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and an episode, from season five, of South Park.  I fell asleep, perhaps around 5:30am, without intending to do so, during a second episode, from season five, of South Park.  I awoke, at 8:15am, and moved, to the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, and was able, to return to sleep, until 10:45am.  I at least dozed occasionally, and arose, at 12:40pm.

I played, some ‘easy’ music, on my main computer, as I enjoyed, fresh coffee, and updated these notes.  I played the music, mostly for Dikaia, as she now lacks Friend, and is more inactive.  Dikaia continues, to favor, that one leg.  Dikaia hobbles…  Some of my small tomatoes, are beginning to turn red.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water dry-food, and a hot-dog, to Dikaia inside.  I mused, that Heroes ReBorn, can be said, as He Rose Reborn…  I also mused, that I have now, worked long enough, with Amazon, this year, to hopefully be beyond, a tax debt, from the lack of adequate income deductions, so that I will now, be spared, a 2016 tax debt, or payment like I faced, this year…  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.

I called Nathan, and left a voice-mail message, indicating that Friday, would be inappropriate for me, as I have to focus, upon getting my vehicle, passed through safety inspection.  I suggested, that Nathan come over, on Saturday, around 12-noon, or that we wait, another two weeks, saying that it was up to him.

I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I noted, that there was a day, when I had worked, in Problem-Solve, and this perhaps, also lowered my rate, for that week.  I had told Corrine, that I thought, my rate had been lower, due to my working Single Totes, with a lack of work at times, and also, that I had had, some serious hand cramps, on one day, for a while.  I also mentioned, to Floyd, that perhaps, there was that odd time, when my rate, for the first hour, had been noted, as 30, and then, I had managed, to get it up, to 148, for first half.  I had to produce, a rate of 266, for the second hour, to get my rate, to 148…  The 30, was definitely incorrect.  Ultimately though, a lesson, is to keep, a daily log, of problems, so that one has that, to refer to, when questioned much later…  For now, I am content, to lose this job, and start Social Security, though it remains, my preference, to retain this job, until the end, of February.

Nathan returned my call, and we confirmed, that he would visit, on Saturday.  I finished the polish, and made a PDF, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I washed my face, and arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I retrieved, my outside garbage container, as it had been emptied.  I also collected, the incoming mail, which graced me, with a new electric bill.  I had an impression, that this bill, seemed ‘early’…  I spoke, with the neighbor, adjacent to me, and she works, at Amazon.  I did ask, if she had seen anything, regarding Friend and Axel, but she said no.  Chester passed me, as I was speaking with this neighbor.  Chester seemed to have, a black eye.  I said hello, to Chester, but he failed to respond.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Ramboi, whose garden, with tomatoes, squash, corn, and many types, of beans, has become awesome.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia. I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  Onwards with a smile.

I called, and made an appointment, for Friday afternoon, for the safety inspection, of the Elantra, with Firestone.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I discovered, a dead possum, in my back-yard, and gave that to Ramboi, for use as fertilizer.  Ramboi told me, Chester had been, physically beaten, by his former lesbian girlfriend, and her brother.  Chester had, had an accident, with her scooter, that got her, into some trouble.  She sells addictive party material, and apparently, Chester had gone, to her home, to get some…  Ramboi noted, that while Chester, had the money, to go to his ex-girlfriend, to seek to get party material, he had refrained, from paying any rent, to Louise…  I paid my electric bill, and put that payment, into my outside mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.  Somehow, my wall-clock, had lost 15 minutes, so I fixed that.  Perhaps heat, inside my home, affected its performance?  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd and Murph.  Murph has a tattoo, written in Arabic, and he told me, the tattoo means, ‘live without regrets’.  There was a news report, that there had been, widespread protests, across the nation, against police brutality, and Murph was concerned, that Obama, is fermenting this trouble, in order to declare, martial law, so he can avoid elections, and remain in office.  Conspiracy theorists, have suggested the same thing, about each President.  However, if one follows, a money trail, one might find, that the $500 million grant, given by Obama, to the founder of Move On, might be involved, in Black Lives Matter, and the national protests.  Film footage, of the ’protests’, show the participation, of many whites…

I thought, our Prime Day, might begin, at midnight.  However, Corrine explained to me, that Prime Day, was to begin, at midnight, Seattle time, which would be, 3:00am, in our local time.  Nonetheless, there did seem, to be ample work, and I processed, many priority items, from many carts, for Doright.  Floyd brought to me, a tote, with an order, for 125 items.  However, when I counted it twice, I found, that I only had, 118 items.  I sent that tote, to Problem solve, and could hope, that they would do more, than simply send it, as is, to their own packer(s).  Floyd said, at least, I would get credit, for the 118 items, which I did scan.  I became uncertain, if that had actually occurred, when my posted rate, for the first quarter, which was from 6:00pm until 8:40pm, was noted as 240.  I thought that was, a very good rate, but perhaps, lower than it should have been.  I told Floyd, that, sadly, as always, there might be a possibility, of a difference, between what I actually pack, and was is noted, as my official rate…

Nonetheless, I continued, to seek, to work hard, and during the second quarter, processed many priority items, and finished, four intact carts.  At 11:00pm, Doright asked me, if I could finish, two entire carts, before lunch.  I had completed, part of one, of these carts.  I said it might be difficult.  I noted to myself, that Doright, would have, just found one good slot, and processed it repeatedly, and ignored the contents, of the two carts, if our shoes, had been switched…  This has to be, some sort of ironic or paradoxical ‘humor’, to the person, asking me to do, two entire carts, would be a person, who himself, would seek to avoid doing so…  I managed, to finish, both of those carts.  Then Floyd, brought tome, three totes, one with 125 items, one with 150 items, and one with 66 items.  I also got these done.  Floyd said, my rate, was at 244, and I thought, that was low. Floyd said, that perhaps, the items I had done, after 11:00pm, would be counted, as part of second half.  Floyd told me, that Boolaboola, had a rate, slightly higher than mine, and we both wondered, how that might have occurred, given all the extra items, which I had processed, for Floyd, though, as her norm, Boolaboola, does actually process items, and usually has, a good high rate, normally by stock-piling good carts, but, on this day, most carts, were at best, around 200 items.  Our first half ended, at 11:40pm.

My posted rate, for first half, was 174…  I was ‘chagrined’, annoyed, and even a touch angered…  What pojnt is there, in doing a good job, working hard, if one’s result, is a poor job?  I can tell myself, that it is of value, to maintain good work habits, as those habits, can be useful, in any work environment, and if they are not valued, in one’s current work environment, then one should seek, another work environment…  Considering that before lunch, my rate, had been 244, it seemed a touch wrong, for my posted rate, to then become, 174, for the second half, when, additionally, my first half rate, had been 240…  That could seem to mean, that I had been credited, with a rate, for the second quarter, as much lower, than 174, than my first quarter rate, had been higher, than 174, or, about 110.  Given that I had packaged, during my final hour, of second half, two carts, with about 380 items, and then also, totes from Floyd, with about 335 items, in addition, to the other things, I packaged, during second half, a rate, of 110, seemed, ‘a bit low’…  And, when the required rate, is 175, then a rate, of 174, could get me, another production warning…  Perhaps this was, another effort, by Roy, to get me, to artificially boost my rate, and discourage me, from actually processing items…

I have good days, and I have, bad days.  I would like, for my good days, to count, to help to counterbalance, my bad days.  However, it can seem, like my bad days, are actually reported, while my good days, are stolen from, which can mean, they can fail, to counterbalance, my bad days.  I knew, that I had packaged, at least 650 items, during the final hour, and yet, I was given credit for packaging, around 200 items, in total, for the second quarter.  I felt, like I had been, a victim of theft.  I wished, to put my anger, to constructive use, and wished, to have this theft, of items, from my posted rate, cease.  This theft, might seem, to have been, somewhat continual, since my first days, with Amazon, and can influence, for me to get, production warnings, which can be, a threat, to my job security.  I felt close, to declaring Roy, to be, ‘an enemy of the tribe’.

I spoke with Roy (Ray) and Lang (Kawan), about this situation.  Roy told me, that my posted rate, was wrong, and that my rate, was actually 244.  Roy said, I should ignore, the posted rates, and only be concerned, with what rate, is seen, by my supervisors.  I said, that my posted rates, do seem, to get me, production warnings.  Roy suggested, that I avoid, packaging anything, for Problem-Solve, or Floyd.  I pointed out, that being given, close to 500 items, to easily and quickly process, seemed like, a good thing, rather than, being something, which might be, detrimental, for me to do…  Roy said, that I should, seek to be consistent, with my rate.  Technically, this ‘inconsistency’, is not entirely mine…  And perhaps, to be ‘consistent’, one must monitor, and artificially manage, one’s rate…  I remain unable, to monitor my own rate.  Funny how my rate, can seem accurate, on days when Roy is absent…  I said, that my actual rate, can vary, depending upon, what type of items, are available, for me to process.  And what does consistency matter, if what I actually do, seems irrelevant, to what then becomes posted?  Roy and Lang explained, that there is a computer ‘app’, application program, which determines rate, and that it is flawed.  I tend to suspect, that many people, access the data flow, and alter rates…  I have in the past, suggested, that administrative passwords, be changed, and that perhaps, even our bosses and supervisors, should lack access, to them.  Perhaps different access codes, might be given, to different bosses and supervisors, to see, which one(s) of them, could be ‘leaks’.

Apparently, we lacked, enough work, for packers, and there were times, when Single Tote packers, lacked totes.  People were apparently offered, voluntary time off, starting at 2:30am, according to telephoned text messages, which I later saw, but was unable to receive, as I am prohibited, from having a telephone, with me at work.  After 4:00am, Justin started telling people, to accept, voluntary time off, or be sent to Pick, though Stokley pointed out, that people, who are not trained, approved, for Pick, could not be, just sent to Pick.  I accepted, voluntary time off.  Perhaps Justin was facing, a situation, where virtually, according to computer data flows, there seemed to be, a lot of items being processed, while actually, there was, a build-up of carts, with items that needed to be processed…  Sometimes, what the artificial rate boosters do, is to get one good slot, and then they visit the work-station, with that slot, and each of them uses it.

It could seem, like my seeking, to peacefully co-exist, with the corrupt group, fails to prevent me, from being targeted, by them.

I spoke, with a security lady, Betty-Lou, as I prepared, to depart, and told her, about my suspicion, that Amelia steals.  I told Betty-Lou, that I have twice mentioned, these thefts, to my supervisors.  For the record, and I did not mention this, to Betty-Lou, I told Jack about this, long ago, and more recently, mentioned it, to Roy.  Jack thanked me, for my concern.  Roy told me, he would pretend, like I had not said anything.  I told Betty-Lou, that Amelia carries, one big bag, with her, to work-stations, which is prohibited, and then walks around a lot, and that, on two occasions, I have definitely seen Amelia, conceal items, and once, saw her, wrapping an item, in clothing, which Amelia then places, into her bag.  I said that Amelia, sometimes has two bags, and switches them, keeping one with her, and the other, identical bag, in the break-room.  Amelia departs, and puts that bag, on a center slide, so that it does not go through, a metal-detector, and then she goes, to the close scrutiny security line, where normally, security personnel, refrain from unwrapping, and searching, any of the many items of clothing, contained in that bag.  Betty-Lou, said she would herself, take a closer look, at Amelia’s things.  I suggested, that if Betty-Lou, at least occasionally searches, Amelia’s things, then that might act, as a deterrent, to Amelia’s continuing to steal, even if nothing is found.

I then went, to a Human Resources desk, and spoke with the nice lady, Becky, with whom I spoke, the previous visit.  I requested, the email address, for our big boss, Colonel.  I said, that I wished, to communicate, directly with Colonel, about the problems I face, with my rate, being artificially lowered, which then causes me, to have production warnings.  I mentioned the incident, with a rate, of 30, and mentioned, this day’s situation, and the feedback, I had gotten, from Roy and Lang.  I said, that I believe, that Colonel has been sent here, to seek to improve, or clean up, the situation, and that if he fails, then this facility, might then be closed, around February or March.  Becky said, that I was prohibited, from directly emailing, to Colonel, but that she would contact, Colonel’s personal assistant, and have scheduled, a meeting, between Colonel and I, for Wednesday.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave to her, two hot-dogs, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two brilliant episodes, from season five, of South Park.  I sought sleep, around 6:15am,but remained aware.  My intermittent insomnia, had returned, and-or my mind, was alert, due to the day’s activity, and the coming meeting with Colonel.  I mused, that apparently, I shall not, ‘go quietly into the night’, from Amazon…  I mused, that perhaps, those who steal from my rate, have mistaken me, for someone else…  I also understand, that Colonel, might be limited, in what he can actually do, as apparently, he has faced, some complaints, warranted or unwarranted, from those, who might be opposed to him.  Filing complaints, might be, a weapon, to which, Colonel might be vulnerable.  I would like, for the theft, of my rate, to cease.  I know, that my problem(s), and the whole situation, about rates, in Pack, is one small thing, in a much bigger picture, and that Colonel, has much on his plate.  I mused, that sometimes, when one’s plate is too full, one might consider, throwing away, that plate.  I mused, that the squeaky wheel, either gets, more oil, or gets replaced, or sometimes perhaps, nothing is done…

I was still awake, at 8:00am.  My living-room, was warm, even with the fans.  My body did get moist, and that moisture, with the air from the fans, helped to cool me.  I did eventually, go to sleep, and awoke, around 12-noon.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer, and sought to relax, and hoped, for some more sleep.  I arose, around 1:11pm.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh food and water, to Dikaia inside.  I left open, the back door, and Dikaia remained, at my home.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I became more wakeful, though my office, was quite warm, and I felt moist.  At least, there were, some clouds, and some cool air, came into my office.

Even though, my meeting with Colonel, was to be scheduled, for Wednesday, I thought, I should be prepared, as a ‘just in case’, my meeting, was actually scheduled, for this day.  I went through my journal, and copied some excerpts, which I assembled, into a note, for Colonel.  That note, is unfortunately, lengthy, at about six pages.  I can hope, that Colonel, might study it, at his leisure.  I printed that note, to have it with me, when I went to work.  I lacked the time, to review and polish it, and hope to have, some time tomorrow, to do so.  I would like to have, some brief talking points, or pertinent points of information, short and concise.  My notes, lack actual names, as I am more interested, in helping Colonel, to become aware, of situations, rather than, in portraying people poorly, for punitive measures.

I shaved, and showered, and put on my same clothing.  I hope, to remain, as ‘normal’ as possible.  I do not intend, to mention, my coming meeting, with Colonel, to anyone.  I put on, deodorant and cologne. I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia, after putting her, onto her chain.  I put water, into the little bird-bath, which had become, totally dry.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  My COPD, was mildly moderate, the type where, I am short of breath, and I felt tired.  I thought, I could make it through work, though I am also aware, that I might be able, to do, more than I should, and this could be, detrimental to my health.  Nonetheless, I was resolved, to seek to have, a good day at work.  I would definitely prefer, to have a ‘live and let live’ relationship, with those with whom I work, but, some among the corrupt, do seem aggressive, and potentially or actually, harmful to me, so I am resigned, that this coming meeting with Colonel, could be, for the best, or at least, might seem necessary.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Tad and Floyd, before work began.  Floyd said, he thinks, that management, fails to understand, how detrimental or demoralizing, it can be, to work hard, and know that one has, a good rate, only to receive, a poor posted rate.  I think management, does understand.  There was, a news report, that at an event, where the Canadian national anthem, was song, the singer altered the words, to include, ‘All Lives Matter’…  That was nice.

We seemed to have, many personnel, a big crowd.  There was a flier, posted around the place, which indicated, that there would be, raffle prizes given, to those who stayed, until 5:30am.  Corrine mentioned, that those Packers, with rates above 240, like mine had actually been yesterday, would be given, gift cards.  I had a sense, of just doing my job, not pushing myself, for if I were, to push myself, then I would probably face, the disappointment, of an artificially lowered rate.  I worked, at a decent pace, but not as hard, as I might normally l do.  One might say, that in spite of myself, my pace, began to increase, and I did, use that method, of putting all the items, from one shelf, of a so-so cart, onto my counter, so I could then, process them all, fairly quickly.  All the carts, as their norm, contained, less than 200 items, but they were, all about the same.  I mused, that perhaps, or probably, only those, who artificially boosted their rates, might actually achieve, a rate of 240, on this day…

I was near Jallah, and she was pleasant, as she always is, to everyone.  I was able, to get quick, hazardous warning label approvals, and I provided these, to those around me.  My rate, was probably okay, though less than 240, as I did select, to find carts, with 190 to 200 items.  Khan was my water-spider, and he did, a good job.  There seemed to be, a lack of totes, for Single Packers, and a lack of carts, for Multi-Packers.  I went twice, to another line, to get a cart.  Floyd said, a problem, was new people, who were barely working, to organize totes for Packers, and also, a lack of ReBin personnel, to prepare carts, for Multi-Packers.  Lang asked me, if I would ReBin for him, and I agreed.  There would be, no prizes, for ReBin workers.  In the past, few ‘prizes’, have made it to me anyway, and Floyd quoted me,; reminding me, that I am here, for my normal pay-check, as a job, to earn income, that fair wage for fair work thing, and not, for the illusionary or elusive prizes.  I could simply be glad, that there seemed to be, ample work, and I could keep busy, and pass time more quickly.  Winston mentioned, at the 8:40pm break, that he had been sent, an email, indicating voluntary time off, was available starting at midnight.  I preferred, to seek to work, a full shift, as I have my job, to earn income…

Lilly became, very upset, after she was removed, as Process Guide, and then given, by Doright, who might view her as a rival, for Process Guide assignments, a large cart, to process, as this would hurt her rate, and keep her, from winning any gift cards, for Packers.  If their shoes, had been reversed, Doright might have simply accepted the cart, from Lilly, and then when she departed, he might have placed that cart, into the center aisle, without first doing, anything in it.  I was amused, when I was ReBining, and Doright came by, with an empty cart, which I requested, as I then needed one.  Doright said, that giving that empty cart to me, ‘would disturb his concentration’…  I mused, that Doright’s concentration skills, must be severely impaired, though I think, he was simply being, the way he is…  I could chuckle, that Doright, might dislike, receiving that excuse, from me, when he comes to me, with priority carts…  Seek to avoid, walking too far, down a one-way street.  Seek to avoid, feeding parasites and predators.  It was easy enough, for me, to get an empty cart.  It also, would have been nothing for Doright, to make that gesture, and give that cart, to me.  Susie said, at least 20 packers, had rates, above 200, which could indicate, wide-spread artificial boosting, given the preponderance, of slots, with two items per slot.  It was announced, that our second-half break, would be moved, to 3:00am, and that we all would be given ‘treats’.  However, when that break, did come, there was, a lack of ‘treats’, in the upstairs break-room.  I can be thankful, that at least Paul, did on one day, give nice cookies, to everyone, in the upstairs break-room.

I worked ReBin, at a comfortable pace.  I enjoyed my time, with Amazon, on this day.  Augustus made a point, to be friendly, with Amelia.  Lang made a point, to be friendly, with Doright…  Godfrey is now absent.  Tad affirmed, that these are, his last two days, with Amazon, and that he hopes, to never return.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Mattie, as well as, during breaks, with Caruso Bluster, Winston, Friday, Lilly, Susie, and Randy.  Many AFE workers, had been moved upstairs.  I was glad, to be helpful, to Lang and Augustus, by ReBining, for them.  It was, extremely warm, and my work-station, lacked a fan.

Raffle tickets, with prizes worth $20,000 were to be dispersed, to everyone, who worked until 5:30am.  No raffle tickets, were ever given, to anyone.  It can be sad, when corporate Amazon, seeks to do something nice, and costly, to build public relations, to gain customers, to thank workers, and then these things, instead become, a ‘black eye’, so to speak…  At 4:30am, management blew a horn, and indicated, for everyone to depart, and I did so.  Perhaps only management, would enjoy, the alleged $20,000 worth of prizes.  I guess our management, could be glad, to accept the blame, and the $20,000…   I shared candy, with many people, with any and all, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I did receive, a bag of crackers, as I departed, and that was, a nice gesture.  I never mentioned, my upcoming meeting with Colonel, to anyone.  It was sweltering outside, steamy, even at 4:30am…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I had to chuckle, when I sought to find my cellular telephone, and located it, in my shirt pocket, where it had been, the entire work-shift, including during my departure, through the metal scanner…  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to her, and enjoyed one myself.  I enjoyed, the final episode, of season five, of South Park, and one episode, from season five, of Married With Children.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners.  It was definitely, warm inside my home.  I opened the front door, and blocked the opening, with lattice.  I did close the front door, when I prepared, to go to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 12-noon.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I chuckled, that I felt, like this should be, a day off, but I was quite ready, to go to work.  I suspected, that mandatory overtime, for us, for the next day, would be cancelled.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I spent an hour, polishing that ‘missive’, now seven pages, though large print, with ample space between lines, for easy reading, for boss Colonel.  It is my hope, that Colonel reads it eventually, and that perhaps, something in it, shall be helpful to him, at least, in an awareness-building way.  My office, seemed to become, ‘quite warm’, like sitting in heat, around 2:00pm.

I spent, an hour and a half, producing a summary, mentioning two problems, and why I think they are problems, and solution, to those problems.  I also wrote, an introduction, thanking Colonel, for his time, and noting, that I am impressed, that he would spend, his valuable and busy time, with me.  I hope, for a win-win situation, fair trade, where something from our talk, is helpful to me, and is helpful, to Colonel.  I hope that nothing, from our talk, is detrimental, to either Colonel or myself.  I at least felt ready, for this meeting.

My office, felt a bit, like a sauna, though some of that, was from heat, generated by my computer.  I noticed, a bright red Cardinal, seeking to pick, my small tomatoes, and so I went out, and got three for myself, a tad earlier, than I normally would have done.  Nonetheless, these were delicious.  Sometimes I am surprised, by how much more flavorful, are fresh fruit and vegetables, than are the same things, when they are bought at stores.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become, totally dry.  I shaved, and was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, and put on, my tee-shirt, with the saying, Never Underestimate An Old Man Who Works at Amazon.  I put on, clean underwear and socks also.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia, and fresh water and dry-food.  I made selections, of fruits, candy, and soup, for my upcoming work-shift.  I made a point, to put my paperwork, for Colonel into my back pocket.  I would not be surprised, if Colonel, cancelled or rescheduled, our appointment, and then that might be, akin to pacification, and then I might, go ahead, and send email, to Amazon corporate officers.  I fed my fish.  I drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I departed, from my home around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home. My mood was good, and I felt okay, healthy, and that in itself, was nice.  I made it, up the stairs, without much exertion.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, Lang, and Murph, with coffee supplied by Amazon, in the upstairs break-room, before work began.  It was announced, that our mandatory overtime, for the next day, had been cancelled, and that we would work, a ‘regular’ ‘day’, with our breaks, at their normal times.  I am glad, to be able, to sincerely note, that I had, a good day, at Amazon, and was somewhat glad, to be there.  I definitely have ‘recovered’, from the last ’incident’…  I refrained, from looking, at my posted rates, as doing so, might give to me, a ‘slap in the face’.  I did work hard, and actually, did have, a fast pace, and could have had, a good rate, but one never knows, what one’s posted rate, might be…  Boss Corrine did kindly, give to me, some positive feedback, saying my rate, for the past week, which ended yesterday, had been 100-percent, so I was okay…  This was nice, but my actual rate, should have been, way above 100-percent.  The bottom line, thankfully, fortunately, is that I am able, to retain my job.

Augustus spent much time, with Amelia, at her work-station.  I thought I overheard, Augustus say to Amelia, they’ll never search your bags, and then, well that was only one time.  I could have misunderstood, but I did wonder, if perhaps Amelia, was more of a ‘mule’, one who transports things, rather than, necessarily being, an ‘independent’ thief…  Perhaps Betty-Lou, spoke with Augustus.  Amelia did later, seem to think, that the bag, she had left, in the break-room, had been moved, to a different location.

Floyd explained to me, that Doright, has the challenge, of Attention Deficit Disorder, and, on days when Doright, takes his medication, he is able and more willing, to pack quickly, and can do, a very good job, but on other days, when Doright, might have forgotten, to take his medication(s), he then does ‘boost’, repeatedly scans the same items, to get a good rate, and then has to somewhat, ‘take it easy’…  And thus when Doright said, that it would ‘break his concentration’, to give to me, that empty cart, yesterday, when I was needing one, in ReBin, he might have been making, an honest statement.  Doright brought to me, many carts, with priority items, and I met the deadlines.  I do believe, that Doright, does a good job, as Process Guide, and we normally do, get the priority items done, by their deadlines, when Doright is a Process Guide, and at least, a good portion of that, is thanks to me.

Boss Justin, came to me, and told me, that it was time, for my administrative meeting, with Singh.  I had been told, that I would meet, with Colonel.  I understand, that Colonel, might be, very busy, and that meeting, with one worker, could be, an ‘expensive’ use, of his time…  I had, a civil, professional, courteous, conversation, with Singh.  I gave, my printed pages, to Singh, and we spoke, about the material, contained within them. Singh assured me, that at this particular time, my job is secure.  Singh affirmed, that the data flows, are what management observes, rather than, giving much credence, to the posted rates.  Singh agreed, that the posted rates, can be wrong.  Nonetheless, it is the posted rates, that can be observed, by workers, and by Corrine, rather than, the data flows, which most workers, are unable to access.  I am uncertain, if Colonel will ever see, the material I presented, or if he was even aware, that I exist.  I did mention to Floyd, what I have done.

Singh did refrain, from answering my question, as to how does Amazon, reconcile its actual inventory, with its virtual inventory, or its actual production, of processed items, with its virtual production data.  I can hope, that Singh’s becoming aware, that I do jeep a journal, fails to adversely impact me, as I know, that Amazon, might frown upon, any records being kept, about its ‘practices’, but, showing those notes, to Singh, seemed worth the risk, tome, at the time.  I suppose, I went through with everything, to honor the person, who had been robbed, rather than, because I still felt, any anger about the situation.  Singh said, he thought, I was, a good writer, and I thanked him, for saying so.

I ran out of energy, around 3:00am.  I sought to continue, to work hard, but I know, that my performance, was decreased.  Perhaps my COPD, kicked in, the type where I might think, that I am breathing normally, but where I am actually, failing to process oxygen.  Fruit and grain snacks, were given out, in the upstairs break-room, during our second-half break, and perhaps something in them, caused me, to feel tired.  The snacks were delicious.  It was said, that more, would be distributed, when we departed.  Boolaboola was disturbed, for most of the day, because she felt, she had, a rate above 240, for the previous day, and yet, she had failed, to receive, a gift card, as had been said, would be given, to all Packers, with rates, above 240.  Bluster did receive, a $25 gift card, at a random drawing, for our group, to thank our group, for avoiding, having any safety incidents, though confusingly, she also did mention, that we had had, one safety incident, on the previous day...  Bluster was pleased, at being acknowledged, though he was disdainful, of the nice snacks, distributed by Amazon.

Although our mandatory overtime, for the next day had been cancelled, voluntary extra time, was made available.  I am uncertain, if people are paid, an overtime wage, when it is they, who choose, to accept, ‘extra time’.  I do believe, this can be, a nice gesture, from Amazon, and also then note, that most people, decline to accept it, preferring to have, the time away from Amazon, rather than, the extra money…

Roy offered to me, voluntary time off, around 4:15am, and I accepted this, though I might then miss, the distribution, of those nice snacks, as I departed, before they were being offered.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Augustus, as I departed.  I forgot my candy, at my work-station, but still had some, in my pocket, which I then gave, to security personnel, as I departed.  I suppose, that some oxygen deprivation, can adversely impact, my cognitive functions…

There had been, some sort of accident, near the railroad tracks, on River Road, which caused, the traffic flow, to be stopped.  I joined others, and turned around, and took, the long way home, using I-295.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  Dikaia still has, a slight limp, but she is healing, and has improved.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and one episode, from season five, of Married With Children.  I did prepare, a dessert, and sought to watch, a second episode, but fell asleep, so failed to do either.  Apparently, Dikaia used this, as an opportunity, to roam our neighborhood, as she awakened me, when she returned, all happy and panting, but without her collar.  Generally, I have left, Dikaia’s collar, a bit loose, so that if anyone grabs her collar, it can then, slip off of her head.  I had put lattice across the opening, of my front door, and found this, to be flat on the ground.  At least it was cooler, on this evening, than on, the previous evening.  I went to sleep around 6:00am.

I woke up, around 11:45am, and felt exhausted.  I felt physically tired, and mentally blurry.  I would say, that I was, at about, 40-percent, of my norm.  My office, was already ‘warm’.  I mused, that perhaps, we are now experiencing, an atmospheric thin spot, and perhaps this does impact me more, due to my COPD.  Of course, perhaps I was simply tired, from working so hard, the previous day.  I was very thankful, that I did not face work, on this day.  My limbs, were not ‘heavy’, but they were tired.  I was tired.  I finally got, to about 60-percent, of my ‘norm’, around 2:00pm.  I remained, quite ‘gaunt’.

I brewed, fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had, many visitors.  I kept Dikaia inside, when I departed.  I went to Heretick Feed and Seed, and got two dog collars.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and got frozen dinners, soups, and canned fruit, some meat, and, of course, hot-dogs.  I definitely felt, like I was, in ’bad shape’…  I also got, some of those artificially flavored snacks, which can help me, to go to sleep, though I have been reluctant, to employ systemic shock, to go to sleep, due to my, somewhat challenged health.  I returned to my home, and brought inside, and put away, the things I had purchased.  I put, a new collar, onto Dikaia.  I updated these notes.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  My sense of being tired, remained strong, and I suspected, a thin spot, in our atmosphere, and my COPD, was impacting me.  I saw, that our local temperature range, was from a high, of 98°F, to a low, of 72°F, or 26-degrees Fahrenheit.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed wit and wisdom, shared by Open Your Mind on Yahoo, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I felt sluggish, tired, and not overly productive.

I returned to my home.  I enjoyed, three episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone, and three episodes, from season five, of Red Dwarf, and six episodes, from season four, of Andromeda.  My living-room, remained warm, even with, the front door open.  Dikaia, was good company.  My COPD, seemed to lift, around midnight, after having, phased in, for 21 hours.  I enjoyed, a nice hamburger.  I enjoyed, a very nice conversation, with Roger, and spoke about, atmospheric thinning, and about, how ‘control’, or ‘management’, can be enhanced, by artificial environments.  I enjoyed, the conversation, with Roger.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.  It had been, a basically pleasant evening.  I felt, my time off, would not be, long enough…

I awoke, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  My living-room, was starting, to get warm.  I returned to sleep, until 12:30pm.  I turned on, the aquarium’s lights, and fed my fish, with a little bit of time, between each step.  My office, was definitely warm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections. I made, two portraits, of Ada, a visitor, to my FaceBook Jualt gallery.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  My office, was uncomfortably warm, at 2:00pm.

I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I put on, clean underwear and a clean tee-shirt.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and washed her outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I put water, into the little bird-bath, as it had become, totally dry.  I cleaned the kitchen counters and dishes.  I put out, some meat, to thaw.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I was unable, to locate, my cellular telephone, and looked around my office, and in the living-room, and then found it, in my hand…

I went, to Firestone, on time for my appointment.  I enjoyed, watching an episode, of The Waltons, on ‘insp’.  After an hour, I was told, that the Elantra, had failed, to pass, the safety inspection.  The ‘smiley face’ sticker, was said, to be illegal, and the window tinting, on the front windshield, was said, to be lower, than allowed. Neither of these items, would impede, the actual safety, of my vehicle…  I was advised, to go, to a widow tint shop, to have the situation(s) corrected.  I could come back, within 30 days, and only have to pay, $1, to be inspected again.  I felt somewhat powerless, and was flustered…  My available time, is certainly limited.  I figured, I’d have to go, next week, to a window tint place, and then, the week after that, return to Firestone.

I went, to EZ Credit Auto, and spoke with Alberto, about this situation.  Alberto said the vehicle, was probably, from Florida, and thus had, the extra inches, of tinting, on its windshield.  I suggested that I had been sold, a vehicle, that was deemed unsafe, in Virginia, and that EZ Credit Auto, should fix this situation.  I pointed out, that the vehicle, had an inspection sticker, on it, when I bought it, which indicated, that it complied, with Virginia safety standards.  Alberto implied, that there was nothing, which he could do.  I suggested, that if I were to call, the State Attorney, then EZ Credit, could be held accountable, and that EZ Credit Auto, would then, have to point a finger, at whoever, had passed the vehicle previously, for a safety inspection, but first, it would be, EZ Credit Auto, that would have to face, the State Attorney.  Alberto then found, a straight-edge razor blade, and showed to me, that the window tinting, could be scraped off.  Alberto suggested, that I could go to my home, right then, and remove the tinting, and the smiley face sticker, and get back to Firestone, on this day, if I hurried.  That is what I did.  I found, that I could peel off, the window tinting, and the smiley face sticker, and removed both completely.  I returned to Firestone, and was able, to then gain, a valid safety inspection sticker.  I was finished, before 5:30pm.  I could muse, that the window tinting, could make it easier, to see traffic lights, when one faced the setting sun, so that my vehicle, might have actually been, safer to operate, as it had been…

I returned, to my home, and gave a meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.  I restored the smiley face sticker, in its place.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email, and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Zak-S, and Stephen-B, among others.  I shared items, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I only felt, somewhat productive, better than yesterday, but not, ‘up to par’.  I felt tired, physically and mentally.  Our temperature range, was a high, of 97°F, and a low, of 75°F.

I returned, to my home, and visited, with Ramboi, Adrien, and Declan.  Adrien and Horse, have been working, on a roof, in this heat.  Ramboi bowed out, saying his back was injured.  Adrien felt let down.  Ramboi has also, retained three cats.  Adrien expressed, that he was feeling tired, of Ramboi, perhaps mostly, due to lack of control, and, I would guess, that Adrien might have had, to handle, many heavy bundles of shingles, due to Ramboi’s absence.  We had, a pleasant and fun conversation.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed, an excellent movie, The 33, based on actual events, related to miners in Chile, who had become trapped, after a major cave-in, while deep inside of a mountain.  This movie, is an inspirational tale, of survival, and I can easily recommend it.  There were some big thunder-storms, dancing around our area, and they did arrive, later in the evening, and passed harmlessly, bringing some much welcome, cooler air.

I enjoyed, a conversation, with Roger.  There was, some police activity, on my block, with many flashing blue lights.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I awoke, around 8:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I dozed, until 10:45am, and then, I did arise.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, turned on the other, and then, a bit later, fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain.  I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I played, some computer games.  I shaved.  I still felt, sluggish, and ‘full’…

I went to Cavalier Square, where I visited Dollar Tree, to get candy, and Sav-A-Lot, to get toilet paper, and Rose’s, to get pants, tee-shirts, underwear, insoles, and a belt.  I went to McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, and shared a piece of heart art, with one person, who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, the beauty, of a 160629 new crop circle, in Wiltshire, United Kingdom.

I visited paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared items from them, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared with them, promotional art, with text information, about my books, for Writing On the Wall ~ perhaps a bit ‘off the wall’ (‘http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Wall-perhaps-wall-autobiography/dp/1495367770/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391453333&sr=1-1&keywords=writing+on+the+wall+Jualt’), The Thought of Christos (‘http://www.amazon.com/The-Thought-Christos-Jualt/dp/1496150007/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394820302&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Thought+of+Christos’), The Life of Christos series (‘http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_20/177-8219564-3225431?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks&sprefix=The+Life+of+Christos%2Cstripbooks%2C289&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Athe%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks’), and Rs ~ rambling through spiritual history (‘http://www.amazon.com/Rs-rambling-through-spiritual-history/dp/1500896985/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408727545&sr=1-1-fkmr2&keywords=Rs+~+rambling+through+spirituality+history’).

I alternated, between sharing the web-site, for my interview with Michael and Lindsay, on Paranormal and Beyond (‘http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9FAEs3LJwY’), which has some focus, upon my activities, with weather modification, atmospheric manipulation, as a shaman and shammas, and the show with Royce, on Talk Now Radio (‘https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DsMfWcQNzQ’), which has some focus, on my books and my family background, and also the show, with Melissa-P and William-P, on Dead Creek Radio, with its focus on religion and spirituality, and their impact on psychics (‘https://www.mixcloud.com/widget/iframe/?embed_type=widget_standard&embed_uuid=b966a496-cd5d-4668-96e6-c56e3de84486&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.mixcloud.com%2Fdcrwill1%2Fdead-creek-radio-with-melissa-and-will-pritchard%2F&hide_cover=1&hide_tracklist=1&replace=0’, and the very nice interview, with Kevin-M and Jennifer-S, on Paraversal Universe (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universal-wshaman-walter-brooks/’), with its focus on metaphysics, spirituality, and ‘paraversal things’, and the 160201 show, hosted by Jonathan Mallard, on Odd to Newfoundland Paranormal Podcast, with its focus, on my life as Christos, including interactions with ETs, and the 930201 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with Reverend James David Nicholls, with its focus on me, as Christos, and metaphysics in general (‘http://youtu.be/FFbSEU5MA3A’), and the 930325 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with its focus on psychic awareness, cults, David Koresh and Waco, and sexuality (‘http://youtu.be/Qf8Hhlx6N3o’), and the 920701 show, hosted by Lee Fowler, with its focus on psychic things, telepathy, and world events, and my ability to influence weather (‘https://youtu.be/gPFacpDzZbA’), and the 930106 show, hosted by psychic Barbara Norcross, about ‘psychic things’, and my birth (‘https://youtu.be/kIhPx4ML06c’), and the 930201 interview, hosted by Bob Manning, on Manning in the Morning, which focused on me as Christos (‘https://youtu.be/l9na0JWCryw’), and also the 131025 interview, with Chuck Morse, on Chuck Morse Speaks, with its focus, on some of my life, as a journalist (‘https://youtu.be/INiAPpGSsTA’).

I returned, to my home, and put away, the things I had purchased.  I fed the fish.  I gave a meal, to the dogs.  I updated these notes.  I did seek, to secure, the awning, above my back-stoop, but the exertion, was too much for me.  I enjoyed, six episodes, from season two, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a movie, about trauma, and recovery from trauma, a cautionary and somewhat inspiration tale, called Room, about a kidnapping victim.  I enjoyed, an action-packed, adventure, animated movie, Batman Unlimited:  Monsters & Mayhem.  I enjoyed, the remaining three episodes, from season four, of Red Dwarf.

I called Roger-B, and enjoyed, a short, fun, conversation with him, as my hamburger cooked.  I did feel tired, all day long, and attributed some of this, to the abundance of food, which I have consumed, during these days, off from work.  There were sounds, of fire-works, during the evening, an early celebration, of the Fourth of July, Independence Day, but I was unable, to see them from my home.  A rain-storm arrived, during the evening, and was peaceful, and brought with it, some much cooler air, which helped, to keep my home, very comfortable.  I enjoyed, three more episodes, from season two, of Andromeda.  I went to sleep, around 5:15am.

I awoke, around 11:45am.  The cool air, was very welcome, and very comfortable.  I felt, that I had finally gotten, some ‘good rest’.  I was able, to doze some more.  Dikaia and Friend, were affectionate, and we had, some ‘quality time’.  I arose, around 1:45am.  I only arose, because I felt, I needed the time, to fully awaken, before facing work.  I fed my fish.  My muscles felt tired, and my triceps ached, perhaps from my futile exertion, with my back-stoop’s awning.  The day was calm, overcast, and cool.  I wished, to enjoy and appreciate, every moment, of the ‘perfect’, somewhat chilly, air temperature, which seemed unusual, for July, and gave my thanks, to God and my other allies…  I gave, fresh dry-food and water, to the dogs inside.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.

I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  Onwards with a smile.  I made, a piece of desktop background artwork, from a new crop circle, which appeared, in Wiltshire United Kingdom, on 160629.  I processed art-work, which I have made, during the past few weeks, to make them appropriate, for use in slide-shows.  I updated, my movie reference library book.  I played, a few games of Reversi-Othello, which I won…  I realized, I was delayed, getting my day, ‘into gear’, even though, part of me, looked forward, to going to work.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, and put on clean clothing, and deodorant.  I put on, my security identification badge.  I put, the new insoles, into my shoes for work.  I put away, my Toshiba lap-top computer, and pad-locked, my bedroom door.  I made selections, of fruit, soup, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I put fresh dry-food, into the outside food bowl.  Dikaia roosted, on a living-room sofa, clearly indicating, that on this day she wished, to remain inside.  Friend, with her ‘outdoor life-style’, was exploring outside.  I cleaned the dishes, in my kitchen.  I put on cologne.  I sent, a brief hello message, showing that I think of them, to Kemp, Fishnetterrie, and Hessbie.  I put Dikaia, onto her outside chain.  I gave a meal, to the dogs outside.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I fed my fish.

I departed, early on this day, and went to a Wawa, and put some air, into one tire, in particular.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, using I-295.  The Elantra seemed better, due to the air, in that one tire.  This was a day, when nobody at work, seemed to be ‘happy’, and many were ‘disgruntled’.  There was, a lack of work, perhaps due to the holiday, while we had, a larger than normal work-force, in preparation, for that one big sale day, which now has been determined, to be, on the 12th.  All the packers, were assigned, to Single Totes.  Floyd was unhappy, as he lacked work, and he disliked, being idle.  Floyd did help, many packers, by giving hazardous warning labels to them.  Doright was unhappy, because he might have, actually had to work, but he compensated, by spending, much time, away from his work-station.  I think, Doright was absent, for at least 60 minutes, and also had, the idle time, of the two breaks, so perhaps then, had at least 90 minutes, of time off task, and yet, he somehow managed, to get his rate, to 90, for first half.  I worked hard, and fast, and thought I should have had, a very good rate, and yet, my rate, was 72, and this made me, a touch disgruntled, as I felt, that there was, no real way, that I could have had, such a low rate, and no real way, Doright could have, such a high rate.  With 90 minutes, of idle time, in five hours, Doright would have, had to pack, 450 actual items, in 210 minutes, and he was not, working that fast, when he did work, while I got credit, for packing, 360 actual items, in 270 minutes.  I would guess, that Doright, alters data…  Doright and Floyd, both departed, at our meal-time break.  I noted, the paradox, of how Floyd was disgruntled, because he was idle, while Doright, was disgruntled, because he was supposed, to actually work.  My low rate, discouraged and disgruntled me.  It can be discouraging, to work hard, and know, that one has done, a lot of work, only to then see, a low rate…

Roman let 25 packers leave, on voluntary time off, saving our company, much money, in holiday pay.  People would be paid, for this holiday, and also paid, for working, on this holiday.  That was nice.  We were to have, a late start, the next day, and this was pushed back, an extra half hour, so that we now, would be starting, on the next day, two and a half hours, later than normal.  I figured this meant, I would earn, the same amount of money, if I worked, between four and five holiday hours, and I worked four hours, of holiday time, on this day.

My big challenge, during second half, was terrible hand cramps, which crumpled my fingers, and gave to me, serious pain.  I pushed my hands, down onto the table, seeking to flatten them back out.  I tried to push my hands, back into their proper position.  Lilly suggested, that my pain, my cramps, the hand seizures, with my hand and fingers, frozen into odd positions, with great pain, were due, to prolonged work, in Singles, but I thought this work, was similar enough, to what I do, what packing Multis, that I did not think, that was the culprit.  I remembered, how some people, would get similar cramps, after indulging, in party material, which had resulted, in their intake, of metal residue, and I considered, that the culprit, for me on this day, was perhaps, metal residue, from the coffee machine.  As a writer, I am very concerned, when my hands, become unusable…

I continued working, and drank some water, to seek, to flush or dilute, my system, and perhaps that did help, to end those cramps.  There were times, when the pain, from my hands and fingers, seemed to pervade, my entire body.  I was tempted, to go to AmCare, our in-house medical area, but I hoped, to avoid leaving, on my own time, which then, would have voided, my receiving, holiday pay.  I became normal.  I mused, that when I had worked hard, I still got, a low rate, and now, I did have, an actually low rate, due to the cramps.  There were also some times, when we lacked work, and this helped, to lower everyone’s rate, so that mine, might not seem so different, than anyone else’s rate.  At any rate, I kept going, and the cramps, did pass, after maybe 20 to 30 minutes, of intense pain.

Roy asked me, to move, to packing, for Problem-Solve, and I did that, until 4:00am, when Roy asked me, if I wished to leave, with voluntary time off.  I had finished, all the items, for Problem-Solve, and had been packing, from Single Totes, so agreed. I departed, around 4:05am.

Corrine made a point, to tell me, that my rate, for the previous week, had been good.  Floyd, Tad, Friday, Bluster, and Corrine, helped to make, my day more pleasant.  I shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  Nobody had responded, to my telephoned text messages.  I am uncertain, if Kemp remains alive.

I released Dikaia, from her chain.  I gave hot-dogs, to both dogs, and enjoyed one myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two excellent episodes, from season five, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 5:50am.  I awoke, around 10:45am, and then relaxed, and dozed, until 12:33pm, and then, dozed some more, until 1:45pm.  My left hand, was still sore, with a slight ache, from yesterday’s cramps.  I thought this indicated, just how serious, those cramps had been.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  The day was overcast, luke-cool, with some intermittent light rains.  I am thankful to God, and my other allies, for this kind weather, which helps people, to be comfortable, without the expense, of artificial cooling.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain.  The day, was calm and peaceful.  I played, computer games, of Solitaire and Reversi-Othello.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.

I enjoyed, a cautionary tale, about electronic stalking, a 2016 movie, called Ratter.  I can recommend this movie, to anyone, but those, who are easily paranoid.

I enjoyed, an excellent, family-friendly, fun, animated adventure, Penguins of Madagascar.  Sometimes I am amazed, by how awesome, animation can be.

I shaved, and showered.  I fed the dogs, and the fish.  I ate a patty, of some sort, of alleged beef…  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I put on cologne.  I felt tired, which I attributed, to my COPD, but at least, by late afternoon, my hand, was no longer sore.  The day had remained overcast, and cooler.  The doors would open, at work, at 8:30pm.  Part of me felt, like never working again, and part of me, reminded me, that now that it is July, that I should work, for a few more weeks, to get closer, to the 21st, of the next month, when I could receive, a first-time Social Security payment, with some money, to live upon, in the interim…  My COPD, became moderate, the type where breathing, can seem challenging.  I took, two Bayer aspirins…  I was definitely, ‘off-kilter’, but at least, I had enjoyed, this day.  I won some games, of Reversi-Othello.

I departed, from my home, around 7:55pm.  I was unconcerned, about what other people might do.  My main concern, was my health, with a question, of what would, my hands do.  I would seek, to do a good job.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I got a telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, thanking me, for my holiday hello, and telling me, that she remains focused, on assembling her new home, saying, for her, it is, a bit, like a puzzle.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Bluster, while waiting, in the upstairs break-room, for work to begin.  Bluster said, he welcomes, Roman’s coming departure.

My main concern, remained my health, as I did not know, if those terrible cramps, might return, but they did not, and I was okay, for the entire work-shift.  I had an issue, where my scanner, would delay, a long time, in registering any spoo.  I finally, did restart, the entire computer system, and this did fix, that problem, but my rate, was impacted adversely, for a while, by this situation.  I did finally, get ‘back in the saddle’, during second half.  My rate, on this day, might have been, overall so-so, but, by the end, of the day, I felt good, about work.

Roman distributed cookies, to all workers, in the break-room, and Corrine, also helped, to give these away.  Paul worked normally, as he would be doing, if he were remaining, and I was impressed, by this.  I also, very much enjoyed, the act of kindness, in the sharing, of those cookies.  Friday and Lilly, also offered treats, to others, on this day.  Bluster spoke well, of the genius, of Steve Jobs, who now, after his death, is credited, with pioneering, the new ‘smart watch’, which can do, anything that a ‘smart telephone’ could do, a device which can read things, but is unable, to create anything.  I am uncertain, if Steve Jobs, beyond his death, really had anything, to do with this new device...  Amazon has frowned upon, having cellular telephones, within the building, perhaps to avoid, anything inside our facility, from being recorded, but ‘smart watches’, are apparently allowed, although they can do, anything that, a prohibited smart phone’ could do.

I avoided, a safety incident, by being aware, of my surroundings.  Doright suddenly pushed, his cart, into the aisle, as I was, walking by.  Doright was unaware, of his surroundings…  I saw that cart, starting to move, and reached out, and halted it, despite Doright, pushing on it.  Better that Doright, was handling a cart, than a truck…

There was a news report, about a terrorist bombing, in Mecca.  There have also been, mass murders, in Bengladesh and Iraq.  I am uncertain, of what could possibly be gained, by mass murders, other than, a loss of liberty, due to a tightening, of security.  Perhaps these terrorist groups, hope that greater government control, might ferment, popular discontent, which might then, aid their groups.  I prefer, nonviolent elections.  Fox News, featured a segment, of interviews with people, who were unaware, of most details, about the Fourth of July, showing how ignorant, voters can seem to be.  It could seem, like most people, are woefully ignorant, about history, math, philosophy, science, language and grammar, psychology, most everything in general, and often, are thieves, cheats, and liars, and none of that, is particularly good, for the concept, of democracy…  I prefer nonviolent elections…  I suppose, with everything else irrelevant, a focus for voters remains, are you content, so vote for the incumbent, or are you discontent, so vote for a challenger.

I worked, in-between, Lilly and Carrie, and was able, to get quick hazardous warning label approvals.  My best quarter, was the last, when I did get, some good carts.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Friday, Winston, Gammel, Fred, and Bluster, during breaks.  Bluster said, the only character, he likes, in the Madagascar movies, is the zebra, and that was, only because, that character, is voiced, by a black man.  Bluster said, the only country singer, whom he likes, is Charlie Pride, because Pride is, a black man.  I guess Buster forget, about Ray Charles…  Bluster seems to feel, white racism is bad, while black racism, in his view, is good.  For what it is worth, I enjoy good relations, with Bluster, and do think of him, as a good worker, competent and honest, hard-working.  I prefer standards, which are equally applied, to all.  While my rate, might have been so-so, I did feel good, about work, as my health, was without problems.  Roberto grabbed, a good cart from me, which surprised me.  I guess Roberto needed, at least one good slot, to artificially boost his rate, whereas I need, the whole cart, as I prefer, to honestly process items.  I shared candy with many people, during the work-shift, and with security personnel, as I departed.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  Friend was absent…  Friend would remain, in my yard, even when Dikaia, might roam.  I did not think, that Friend departed, on her own.  I do note, that Adrien wanted, for Ramboi, to get rid of Ramboi’s cats, and then thereafter, Adrien’s daughter, Harmony, did bring, a big new dog, to Ramboi’s.  One might wonder, how and why, Harmony got that dog, as she is prohibited, from having it, where she now lives.  And then, when Harmony asked me, if she could house, this male dog, in my yard, I had declined, in part, citing that Friend, is a fertile female, and I said, I did not want, puppies.  Harmony views offspring, as income-producing.  Adrien views animals, only as a source of food.  In my initial anger, I did put some negative energy, onto this situation, toward anyone, who might have taken Friend, and I did also, assign Chiefie, toward this, as I must disfavor, and discourage, the theft of anything, from my property.  I know, that Friend did heal some, while with me, and did get trained a bit, by Dikaia.  I hope, that if someone took Friend, that might indicate, that she was wanted…  I would have suspected, the city, as a culprit, due to Friend’s, lack of a collar, but this was a holiday, so I assume, the city, to be innocent.  I do not need, to see a result, to know, that there can be, a result.  I know, how energy can flow.  I do seem, to have recently faced, some challenges, to my work situation, to my truck and home, to my health, and now, to Friend.

I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  Dikaia seemed, totally unconcerned, by Friend’s absence.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with one episode, from season five, of South Park, and one episode, from season five, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I was awakened, around 9:30am, by a loud tree-saw, cutting limbs, across the street.  This continuous sound, helped to keep me awake, until 10:45am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I opened the back-door, and called for Friend.  At one point, I heard a dog barking, but that turned out, to be a different dog.  In my past, my animals, have suffered, at the hands, of those, who wished to hurt me…  I can fear, that Friend, might be abandoned again, in another strange location…  At least Friend, won’t be chewing, or damaging, my things…  I was able, to return to sleep, until 2:30pm, so perhaps I did get, adequate rest.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  It was, a hot sunny day, and my home, did become warm.  Dikaia seemed, to remain unconcerned, about the absence, of her playmate.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself, and then gave, fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia inside.  I left the back door open, but Dikaia, refrained from roaming.  Dikaia spent time, in my office, though I now lack pillows, on the floor, as Friend chewed those.

I got a telephone call, from Adrien, asking me, if Mike2, had been in touch.  Adrien told me, that Ramboi said, he spoke with Mike2, the other day, and Mike2, was at my home, and tried, to knock, on my back door.  I sleep, by the front door, and Mike2, would have been, aware of that.  Adrien told me, that Harmony’s dog, Axel, had also vanished, from Ramboi’s yard.  Perhaps someone finds, a sterile dog, like Dikaia, to be undesirable?  Adrien said, that Ramboi said, that Dikaia was fine, with Mike2.  However, Dikaia would have been inside, at that time…  I told Adrien, that I have heard nothing, from Mike2, and that Mike2, could leave a note, on my door or vehicle, could call me, could send to me, a telephoned text message, or send to me, an Instant Message, on FaceBook.  One might wonder, about this tale…

I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee, the next day.  I fed my fish.  I put Dikaia, on her chain, and gave fresh water and a meal, to her.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I washed my arm-pits, and chest, and put on deodorant, and cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Floyd and Lang, before work began.  Lang said, he might, have to take, the rest of the year, off from work, as he is anticipating, a major surgery.  I remained concerned, about the safety, of Dikaia, at my home.   I had, a good first quarter, with two good carts, and I started, a third good cart, which I had to walk, to get, as our work-lines, lacked carts.  I had to set up, my spoo dispensing machines, and my packaging slip dispensing machine, at start, and I did have, some delays, in getting hazardous warning label approvals, but I think, I had, a good rate.

I was given, an opportunity, to enjoy voluntary time off, and I accepted this.  It was steamy hot outdoors.  I probably, would have been, more comfortable, at work, than at my home.  However, I did have, a good rate, which would become, my rate, for this ‘day’, and thus perhaps give to me, a good rate, for the week, to help me, to avoid receiving, a production warning, and thus help me, to preserve my job.  I also did gain, some peace of mind, from being at my home, with Dikaia.  My pay-check, should be, about the same, as I had, one day, of holiday pay.  I visited, with Ramboi, Adrien, and Harmony, when I first returned, to my home.  Harmony left quickly, after I arrived.  I affirmed, to Adrien and Ramboi, that I am inclined, to believe, that Mike2, is innocent, of taking, either Friend, or Axel.  Adrien then suggested, that the city, was the culprit.  I said, that I doubted, that the city, was involved, as this occurred, on a holiday, during hours of darkness, between 8:30pm and 4:30am.  I told Adrien and Ramboi, that I had put, some energy, onto this situation, and that while I might be okay, with the loss of Friend, that I was concerned, that someone, might have come, onto my property, to steal something of mine.  Adrien said, he was okay, with Fried’s vanishing.  I thought, that was an odd, or inappropriate thing, for Adrien to say.  I did wonder, if the party people, associated with Harmony, who had stolen from Ramboi, might be involved with this.  Adrien sought to say, that nobody associated with Harmony, had ever stolen, from Ramboi’s home, but Ramboi, remembered that incident.

I wondered, at how, Friend had been selected, while Dikaia, perhaps a more valuable dog, had been left behind.  The major difference, between Dikaia and Friend, is that Friend, can have puppies, something which Harmony, had said, just a few days before, was of value to her.  I said, that the people, who might know, that difference, was very limited.  I wondered, just where Harmony, got Axel.  Adrien told me, that Axel had belonged, to the father, of Harmony’s child, and he had become unable, to retain that dog.  Ramboi did mention, that Mike2 had come to my home, with Durango, and I wondered about that, as Adrien had said, that Ramboi had said, that Mike2 had been, using his scooter.

I enjoyed, quality time, with Dikaia.  I turned on, the big fan, given to me, by Pea, and had my front door open, with lattice blocking that opening.  I enjoyed, one episode, from The New Adventures of Batman.  I enjoyed, a movie, Invincible, a biographical tale, about a football player, who was able, to become, part of the Philadelphia Eagles.  I enjoyed, five episodes, from season two, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, many small meals.  Some cooler air, began to be felt, around 11:30pm.  I turned off, that big fan, to have less noise.  I went to sleep, wearing only my underwear, around 4:30am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and was able, to return to sleep, until 1:47pm.  I thought, I had turned on, the coffee-maker, but apparently, I had failed, to do so.  I brewed fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  It was ‘quite warm’, the kind of heat, which might seem, to take one’s breath away, though my COPD, was moderate, as it can be, when I first awaken.  I received, a telephone call, from handyman Nathan, who offered, to visit to finish his work, minor stuff, like plastering around the electrical sockets, and putting face plates, onto them.  I suggested, that we wait, until I receive, my next pay-check, at which time, I could afford, to pay to Nathan, a little bit of money, to have him finish, the electrical work, in my bathroom, and perhaps also, to secure that awning, over my back-stoop, in a more permanent fashion, than the way, I have done it.  I had preferred, to seek to save some money, and I remain, somewhat painfully aware, that Nathan, can be expensive for me…  My office, seemed to become, ‘quite hot’.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, though I showered, mostly to get wet, to become cooler.  I medicated, one little spot, on one leg.  I enjoyed, an episode, from season two, of Andromeda.  I think, Kevin Sorbo, with Hercules and Andromeda, and David Boreaneaux, with Angel and Bones, have given to me, much enjoyment in life.  I fed my fish again.  At least, some clouds, helped to provide, some cooler air, and it became, cooler in the late afternoon, than it had been, during the early afternoon, and that was, very nice.  The morning glory vines, have made it, to the top, of my fences, and some buds, have begun to form.  I put on shoes, a tee-shirt, and my security identification badge.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I wrote some, to Fishnetterrie.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Jean-Paul, Bluster, Doright, Floyd, Augustus and Lang.  Apparently, we still faced, a lack of work, and voluntary time off, was again offered, and I did accept it, as did Floyd.  I think Floyd’s joy, at being able, to have time off from work, is infectious.  I returned, to my home.  I discovered, that the big, noisy metal fan, which I have been using, is not the one, given to me, by Pea, which is actually plastic, and much quieter, so I changed these, with one another.  I felt a need, to use the bathroom again, for a semi-solid purpose, and did so.  There had been, one day, when I failed, to use the bathroom.  I think, my system, has now caught up…  I trimmed my hair.  I updated these notes.  I began the thawing, of some meat.  The air cooled, with the overcast, and the approach, of a summer storm, which rumbled, in the distance.  I won games, of Reversi-Othello.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, my entertainment review, with my email and FaceBook connections, as well as sharing, beauty, wit, and wisdom.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Doris-B, Louis-DP, Christopher-E, Elizabeth-J, Kris-S, Black Moon Paranormal, and Zak-S, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I enjoyed, being on-line, for three hours, and felt productive.

I returned to my home, and released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog to her.  It had rained, and this helped, to cool the air, a little bit.  I kept open, the front door, with some lattice, across the opening.  Dikaia did roam, and I scolded her, for causing me to worry.  I enjoyed, a nice meal, of a piece of steak, with many episodes, from seasons two and three, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a nice conversation, with Roger-B.  I went to sleep, just wearing my underwear, around 4:30am.

I awoke, around 6:15am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I woke up again, around 8:15am, and did get up, at that time.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, the lights of my aquarium.  I still felt ‘full’, and was tired…  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I made a piece of art, of a male torso.

I experienced a movie, and then some episodes, from season three, of Andromeda, though I did doze, and perhaps should experience again, all of those episodes.  I slept, on and off, until 4:00pm, when I went, to a McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  The ‘big news’, had been that former President, Bill Clinton, had met, with the Attorney General, and then, a day or so later, the FBI announced, that that Hillary, had indeed, broken many laws, regarding national security, and the handling, of classified information.  Obama then endorsed Hillary, more strongly, asserting that she is, the most qualified candidate, to ever run, for the office of President.  Obama’s Attorney General, then announced, that she had decided, not to place any charges, against Hillary.  The Attorney General, is basically, a defense attorney, for the Executive Branch of government, for any President, and thus would perhaps, only indict, political opponents, of any President.

Media focused, on the shootings, of two blacks, by police officers, in separate incidents, around our nation.  A black female police officer, spoke of her shame and anger, at how there are, white racists, among police, while she, has sought, to be, an honorable person, who joined the police, to help protect and serve, the black community.  She apparently, did not feel, it might be racist, if she only wished, to serve, the black community...  She did feel, that blacks, are the main culprit, in murders, of other blacks, though media, seems to decline, to focus, on that as a topic.  Not all whites, are racists, and not all blacks, are criminals…  Media does tend to hype, the killing of blacks, by whites, but ignores, the killing of whites, by blacks…  In fact, I do believe, that it is the black emphasis, upon themselves, as blacks, which helps to influence whites, to think of themselves, as white.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with George, who was on his way, to work at Amazon.  George has switched shifts, and so I do not see him, that often now.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day, and shared, a piece of my heart art, with a person, who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I shared some feedback, from Ibewabbit, about entertainment items.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Luiza-P, and South Sound Paranormal Research.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I spent on-line, around three hours, but did not feel productive.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed, the cooler air, of a passing storm.  I enjoyed, the three episodes, from season three, of Andromeda, which I had sought, to experience earlier, and then I enjoyed, three more episodes, from season three, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a 1974 movie, A Very Natural Thing, about gay life, in the US, in the 1970s.  I enjoyed, a movie, Everest, based on actual events, of those who challenged, Mount Everest, a misadventure, perhaps due, to lack of proper respect.  Dikaia spent, quality time with me.  I kept closed, my back door, but left open, my front door, with a piece of lattice, to block the opening.  I enjoyed, a nice meal, though I think, I then had, a pressure headache, from the abundance, of ‘solid food’.

I enjoyed, a telephone conversation, with Roger, who told me, about an incident, in Dallas, where, he said, Black Lives Matter, had shot and killed, four police officers, and injured, 11 others, in an ambush.  Roger lamented, that he might feel targeted, by blacks, because he is white, even though, he lacks any bigotry, toward anyone.  I advised Roger, to seek to remain, a good person.  I told Roger, that I lack paranoia, in part, because I have refrained, from being harmful to others, so I have been able, to enjoy, some peace of mind, peace of being, while others, who have engaged, in life as a war-zone, have paranoia, within their hearts and minds, which can reduce, their quality of life.

I went to sleep, around 4:30am.  I awoke, around 8:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 9:30am.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I gave fresh water, and dry-food, to Dikaia inside.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, the other, and then later, fed my fish.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  It was, a sunny morning.

I made two portraits, of Devon-R, a recent visitor, to my FaceBook Jualt art gallery.  I was able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  My main computer mouse, has become ‘buggy’…  I assume, that I have damaged that mouse, by repeatedly dropping it, to the floor, from my desk, though it still can be made, to function, as one might wish, though this requires, some effort.

I gathered together, all of my laundry, and put the dirty clothing, and clothing soap and bleach, into the Elantra.  I went, to my bank, and got $20, and then went, to a Dollar General, and bought disposable razor blades, as I was uncertain, if the bill changer, at the laundrymat, would accept, $20 bills.  It turned out, that it did.  I then went, to the laundrymat, in Cavalier Square.  I used three washers, and went to Rose’s, while my clothes were cleaned.  I bought two movies, and a computer mouse, and some DVD paper sleeves, while at Rose’s.  I also looked, to see if they might have, a small window air-conditioning unit, but failed to find any.  When my laundry, was done, I loaded it into the Elantra, and returned, to my home, where I put away, the things I had purchased, and started, the drying, of my clothing.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose, and connected, the new mouse, to my main computer.  I retained the old one, for emergency use.  I then went, to a Wawa, and bought, a carton of cigarettes, and $10 worth of fuel.  The lowest price, of fuel, is now, about $2 per gallon.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought cans of dog-food, and frozen dinners, and bottles of purified water, and a dog treat, for Dikaia, among other things.  I also got myself a treat, of some hazelnut coffee.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I did learn, that I had forgotten, to buy, water-based, fruit-flavored beverages, which can be, very important, for my health, during these coming hot weeks…  I returned, to my home, and put my things away.  I also, retrieved the first load, of clothing, from my dryer, and folded those things, and put them away.  I can now hope, to be done with laundry, until perhaps, the end of September.  I updated these notes, and found, that the new computer mouse, works properly.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I also enjoyed, some Instant Messaging, with Roberto, who sent to me, a short video, with an unusual portal, that seemed to form, in clouds.  Roberto hopes, to get a job, driving a truck, and to move, to California…  I might be tempted, to move to southeast Florida, but am not tempted, to move to California…

The big news, was the ambush, and shooting, of police, in Dallas…  This occurred, at a Black Lives Matter rally, against police violence, against blacks, though I think, a more appropriate protest, would be, against unnecessary police violence, against any people, rather than, just that which is aimed, at blacks.  Four police officers, and one transit officer, were killed, and seven others wounded.  For now, police tend to believe, the suspect acted alone, and was, a black male, who expressed hatred, toward whites, saying that it is whites, who have, a terrible casual disdain, for any other type of life-form, though his own behavior, might disprove, his own contention.

Black Lives Matter, issued a statement, saying that people should avoid, viewing the entire group, based on this one individual, which is something, that Black Lives Matter, has failed to do, as it claims righteous anger, against all police, based on the acts, of some who have been terrible.  Ultimately, I seek to live, according to my own advice, to seek to avoid, painting with a wide brush, which is to see, all of a group, as some or many, of that group, might seem to be.  People are people, as individuals.  All lives matter…  And, after-lives, can matter too…

Some conspiracy theorists, suggested, that this incident, was a ‘false flag’ operation, and some film footage, seems to show, firecrackers going off, as a police officer, stood nearby, as if to keep, onlookers away.  There does seem, to be, use of media, to find ‘incidents’, ‘weapons of mass distraction’, any time, someone in the Administration, seems to be, in some sort of trouble…  Obama made a statement, deploring this violence against police, saying there is no justification, to seek to kill, law enforcement officers, even though, Obama’s tolerance, of violence against police, has probably influenced, for violence against police, and his words, saying there is no justification, for violence against police, failed to express, sympathy and understanding, for the victims of police, and those angered, by police brutality, so it can be said, that even now, Obama’s words, seek to create and strengthen, divisions…  I watched, a short video, with film clip after film clip, of terrible violence, by police, against civilians, which seemed unnecessary, unjustified, simple brutality, intimidation…  It is the sad fact, that there are, just so many videos, of police, acting in terrible ways, that there can be, much anger raised, against all police.  The police, tend to protect their own, and the recent media attention, to police brutality, has made that brutality, seem all too common.  However, statistically, police are said, to interact, with 36 million, US citizens per year, and the incidents, of violence, is a very small percentage, of a very large number.

Protesters, against police violence, swarmed onto an interstate highway, in Oakland, California.  Had I been, in my vehicle, on that highway, I might have sought, to go through their line, as safely as possible, until I felt threatened…  The drivers of vehicles, on that highway, had done nothing, and yet it was they, who were harassed, due to events, hundreds or thousands of miles away.  A news report, said that a man in Valdosta, Georgia, had called police, to report, that his vehicle, was being broken into, and when a police officer arrived, the man who had made that call, then tried to shoot and kill, that police officer, with a result, that both were wounded.  The alleged shooter, in Dallas, was killed, by a robot, which carried a bomb, to his location, so it was suggested, that he had become, the first US citizen, deliberately killed, by a drone, within the US.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Southside Paranormal Society, and Rebecca-LP, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I was on-line, for perhaps four hours, and was semi-productive.  I felt tired, much of the time.

I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought three types, of water-based, fruit-flavored beverages.  I then went, to PetSmart, in Colonial Heights, and bought some fish food, some zebra danios, and more female guppies.  I returned to my home, using River Road, as lightning danced, horizontally across the sky.  I put the fish, in bags, into the aquarium, for the water temperatures, to equalize.  I put away, the things I had recently bought.  I retrieved, the second load of dry clothing, and folded and put those away.  I started drying, the final load, of pants.  I released, the new fish, and then, a short while later, fed them all.  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.

My evening was relaxed, and fairly comfortable.  A storm arrived, with cool air and rain.  All local storms, have passed harmlessly recently, and I am glad about this.  I kept open, my front door, with lattice, to block the opening, and put the fan, given to me, by Pea, near that opening, to bring cool air, from the outside, into my living-room.  I finished, the drying, of the final load, of my laundry, and folded the items, and put everything away.  I enjoyed, many episodes, from season three, of Andromeda, and can easily recommend, this fine science-fiction television series.

I noticed, that my new neighbors, across the street, seem to remain awake, all night long.  I wondered, if they might have, some information, about the vanishing of Friend…  Although it was much cooler, outside than inside, I did bring Dikaia inside.  I felt, finally recovered, financially.  I now have, the things I need, until my next pay-check, and have, some money, in the bank…  I enjoyed, a nice telephone conversation, with Roger, about recent events, in our world.  Roger was distressed, by the troubles he sees, in our world.  I advised Roger, that what he now perceives, as problems, are probably, nothing new, and that the change, is in his perception.  I said, that the first step, in a problem-solving process, is to identify a problem, and thus, perhaps there can be, some hope, that if he has now identified a problem, that he can seek, to be part, of the solution, to that problem.  I continue to hope, that The Thought of Christos, can be helpful, to individuals, through time.

I sought sleep, around 4:30am, and did have some challenge, in getting to sleep.  I slept, in my underwear, in the air current, of the fan, given to me, by Pea.  I awoke, around 10:45am.  I made fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I updated, these notes.  I turned on, the lights of my aquarium, and fed my fish.  I put out, some meat to thaw.  I noticed, the first bloom, of a morning glory vine…  I was able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I made two pieces, of somewhat ‘tasteful’, abstract art, of a male, in boxer briefs.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave fresh dry-food and water, to her.

I went, to two nearby mechanic shops, to seek, a vehicle safety inspection sticker.  I found that neither, wished to do this work, on this day, as both had, higher-paying jobs, already scheduled.  Firestone would let me, make an appointment, and I might do so, for next Friday…  I returned to my home, and paid, my outgoing water bill, and wrote, to Fishnetterrie, and finished that letter, printed it, and put it into an envelope, which I addressed and stamped, and then placed, into my curb-side mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.  I received, a reminder, to pay my monthly medical bill, and did so.  I can hope, this is collected, on Monday, in two more days.  I did feel some sorrow, about my return to work, the next day…

I spoke, with a new neighbor, a young woman, Rachelle, with a young child, as I noticed, that those of her household, seem to be awake, during most of the night.  They often sit, on their front-stoop, which gives them, a clear view, of me in my living-room, though I assume, that is not their intent. And so I inquired, if they might have seen anything, on the Fourth of July, when Friend and Axel vanished.  Rachelle said, that they had seen nothing.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  Obama is visiting Poland, where he spoke, of the deep racial divisions, which are tearing apart, the US.  Obama also announced, the first deployment, of 1,000 US troops, to Poland, to protect Poland, from Russian aggression.  Obama’s visit to Poland, also marked, the activation, of a US and-or NATO anti-missile defense system, set up in Poland, to protect Poland, from Iranian missiles.  Russia’s Putin, denounced, both the US deployment of troops, and the activation, of the missile system, saying both, can become aggressive, toward Russia, as both, can be increased in size and strength.  Putin criticized, Western ‘journalists’, as being too complacent, in accepting Obama’s lies, and said that Obama, is putting the US, on a path, for a war of aggression, against Russia.

A British black comedian, said that the US media, seems to fostering division, as portraying people, as either being, pro-black and anti-police, or pro-police and anti-black.  This comedian said, it is quite possible, for some people, to be, both pro-police, and pro-black.  Not all blacks, are criminals, and not all whites, are racist.  A US black police chief, charged that it is Obama, who is pandering, as a slick politician, for black votes, by fostering, an atmosphere of war, against police.  If there is, any war, between police and the people, then it could all too easily be argued, that it is the police, who started this, by at best tolerating, the indecent behavior, of their officers, for decades or longer.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Steward-TP, Mary-M, and Bill-W, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I felt ‘productive’.

I returned to my home, and fed my fish, and gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I opened my door, to let some indoor heat escape, and put lattice, in front of the opening.  My evening, was very pleasant, relaxed.  I experienced a movie, though it failed to provide, anything positive, and I decided afterwards, to throw it away.  I enjoyed, many episodes, from seasons three and four, of Andromeda.  I think that Andromeda, has integrated some concepts, from all other, science-fiction sagas, and is truly wonderful, in its own ways.  I endured, some great heat, even with the fans operating, but this did pass, and I began to feel, some cooler air, around 10:00pm.

I enjoyed, a big hamburger, as a meal, and some corn-chips, as a snack.  I brought Dikaia inside, and she was, very good company.  I left open, the back-door, until I went to sleep.  Dikaia enjoyed cool air, on the back-stoop, and stayed home.  I enjoyed, a fun conversation, with Roger, who called me.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 1:10pm.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  My COPD was moderate, and I was, very mentally foggy.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I lacked any aversion, to going to work, but did have some concern, that I become ‘normal’, before time to go to work arrived.  I made, two very nice, abstract pieces of art, of a male.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  I updated, my entertainment library computer reference files, and printed out, some new pages, which I then exchanged, in the printed version.  I find myself reluctant, to go through, the long journeys, of Star Trek:  Enterprise, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and Merlin, because of their sad endings…

I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and cleaned, her outside food and water bowls, and then gave, fresh water and dry-food to her.  Diakai was certainly favoring, that one back leg, and I could hope, that time on her chain, would give that leg, more time to heal.  I shaved, and showered, and put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.   I put on, clean socks, and a clean tee-shirt.  I put away, my Toshiba lap-top computer, and pad-locked, my bedroom door.  I emptied, my kitchen garbage, into the outside garbage container, and then wheeled that, to curb-side, for possible collection tomorrow.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I set up, the DVD-player, with a South Park DVD, for me to seek to enjoy, after work.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee tomorrow.  I straightened, the living-room and kitchen.  Part of me, is glad, that Friend is absent, as the things in my home, are safer…  I put on cologne.  I know, that I face, possibly five days at work this week, with an extra hour, on four of those days.  I can hope for the best, and tell myself, that the extra income, might help me, to afford Nathan…  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I have enjoyed, these days off from work, and my work reality, has become, like a dream, something irrelevant, to my life, and yet, here I go again, for another round of work, during which, my days off, and my home life, might seem, to have become, like a fading dream, which is irrelevant, to that reality…

I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.  Onwards with a smile.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I sent, a condolence note, to Whymaster, for the passing, of his roommate, Floyd.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Steward-TP, among others.

I visited paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared items from them, on my FaceBook time-line, and shared with them, promotional art, with text information, about my books, for Writing On the Wall ~ perhaps a bit ‘off the wall’ (‘http://www.amazon.com/Writing-Wall-perhaps-wall-autobiography/dp/1495367770/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1391453333&sr=1-1&keywords=writing+on+the+wall+Jualt’), The Thought of Christos (‘http://www.amazon.com/The-Thought-Christos-Jualt/dp/1496150007/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1394820302&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Thought+of+Christos’), The Life of Christos series (‘http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_20/177-8219564-3225431?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=the%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks&sprefix=The+Life+of+Christos%2Cstripbooks%2C289&rh=i%3Astripbooks%2Ck%3Athe%20life%20of%20christos%20brooks’), and Rs ~ rambling through spiritual history (‘http://www.amazon.com/Rs-rambling-through-spiritual-history/dp/1500896985/ref=sr_1_fkmr2_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408727545&sr=1-1-fkmr2&keywords=Rs+~+rambling+through+spirituality+history’).

I alternated, between sharing the web-site, for my interview with Michael and Lindsay, on Paranormal and Beyond (‘http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D9FAEs3LJwY’), which has some focus, upon my activities, with weather modification, atmospheric manipulation, as a shaman and shammas, and the show with Royce, on Talk Now Radio (‘https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DsMfWcQNzQ’), which has some focus, on my books and my family background, and also the show, with Melissa-P and William-P, on Dead Creek Radio, with its focus on religion and spirituality, and their impact on psychics (‘https://www.mixcloud.com/widget/iframe/?embed_type=widget_standard&embed_uuid=b966a496-cd5d-4668-96e6-c56e3de84486&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.mixcloud.com%2Fdcrwill1%2Fdead-creek-radio-with-melissa-and-will-pritchard%2F&hide_cover=1&hide_tracklist=1&replace=0’, and the very nice interview, with Kevin-M and Jennifer-S, on Paraversal Universe (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universal-wshaman-walter-brooks/’), with its focus on metaphysics, spirituality, and ‘paraversal things’, and the 160201 show, hosted by Jonathan Mallard, on Odd to Newfoundland Paranormal Podcast, with its focus, on my life as Christos, including interactions with ETs, and the 930201 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with Reverend James David Nicholls, with its focus on me, as Christos, and metaphysics in general (‘http://youtu.be/FFbSEU5MA3A’), and the 930325 show, hosted by Barbara Norcross, with its focus on psychic awareness, cults, David Koresh and Waco, and sexuality (‘http://youtu.be/Qf8Hhlx6N3o’), and the 920701 show, hosted by Lee Fowler, with its focus on psychic things, telepathy, and world events, and my ability to influence weather (‘https://youtu.be/gPFacpDzZbA’), and the 930106 show, hosted by psychic Barbara Norcross, about ‘psychic things’, and my birth (‘https://youtu.be/kIhPx4ML06c’), and the 930201 interview, hosted by Bob Manning, on Manning in the Morning, which focused on me as Christos (‘https://youtu.be/l9na0JWCryw’), and also the 131025 interview, with Chuck Morse, on Chuck Morse Speaks, with its focus, on some of my life, as a journalist (‘https://youtu.be/INiAPpGSsTA’).

I did make it, to the end, of my alphabetical database, for paranormal, spiritualist, and metaphysical groups, and then, began a new start, by continuing this journey, from its start, once again.  I do continue, to add new groups, to this data-base.  I enjoyed my on-line time, and was on-line, for over three hours.  I returned to my home, where the incoming mail, brought to me, that collection, of new first issue ‘graphic novels’, from the ReBirth series, of DC.  I also received, the new bill, for incoming water.  I gave hot-dogs, to both dogs.  The sun had come out, but the air, remained cool.  I put away, those graphic novels, leaving them tightly wrapped, in the sealed plastic wrapper, to seek, to preserve their value, though that value, shall not really be increased, until at least 20 years, have elapsed, and I might fail, to be around, at that time, but it is something, that I can pass onwards, though, like my home, I have nobody, at this time, to whom to pass anything onwards.

I enjoyed, during the course, of the evening, four episodes, from season one, of the science-fiction, action, adventure, television series, Andromeda.  The air was cool and comfortable.  The weather, was peaceful and calm, nice.  I enjoyed, a big hamburger, the one that would have been Tad’s.  I also enjoyed, the remainder, of a bag, of barbecue-flavored, Nacho chips, which I shared, with both dogs.  I enjoyed, watching the fireflies, as they first appeared, at dusk.  I napped, around 11:30pm, and was awakened, by a telephone call, from Roger, around 12:15am.  Roger remains pleased, with his new job, and is earning, more income, than he had previously earned, while employed, by McDonald’s.  There seemed to be, some floating, moving, balls of heat, which I could not see, but which I could clearly define, with my hands, on all outside areas, of the sphere(s), by their heat, and I wondered, if they might be ‘orbs’.  I felt, like I could help, to move these around, with my own energy field(s), from my hands.

I returned to sleep, around 1:30am, and slept, until 3:30am.  I enjoyed, two more episodes, from season one, of Andromeda.  I went to sleep, around 5:00am, and awoke, at 6:30am, and returned to sleep, and awoke, around 8:30am, at which time, I brewed fresh coffee.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 10:30am.  I awoke again, around 12:45pm, and dozed, or at least relaxed, until 1:15pm, and arose, around 1:30pm.  I guess I failed, during these past days, off from work, to really get, ‘a good night’s sleep’, but at least, I did get, bunches of sleep, on this past ’evening’.

I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I made, three nice portraits, of Natasha.  I played, three computer games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.  And then it was time, for me to turn, to my ‘work-day’, to start to leave, this home life reality behind…

I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave fresh dry-food, to the dogs.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, and put on, my Peak 2015 Amazon tee-shirt.  I medicated, painful areas, on two legs.  I put away, my lap-top computer, and pad-locked, my bedroom door.  I put my outside garbage container, by curb-side, a task, that should have been, easy to do, but which, totally winded me, but I continued onwards anyway.  I put my cell phone, on its charger.  I put on shoes, and my security identification badge.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, finishing all the candy, that had been, in my refrigerator.  I put on cologne.  I fed my fish.  My COPD, remained moderate, to mildly strong, the type where breathing, can be challenging.  It seemed, like it would be, so nice, to remain at home, from now on…  I view this, as a normal feeling, when facing, a resumption, of my work-life, and a temporary end, to my home-life.  I made a piece, of desktop background artwork, from an image, of tropical water, with its shades, of clear light blues.  I played, some more computer games.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I gave a meal, to the dogs.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home, enjoying the cool air, within the Elantra.  My COPD was mildly strong, after I walked, up the stairs, and it slowly faded, over the next four hours.  It was not, until after, the mail-time break, that I felt ‘okay’.  A CNN news report, displayed voting results, in Britain, and it was shown, that Scotland, had a majority vote, to remain, in the European Union, while England, Wales, and Northern Ireland, had a majority vote, to leave, the European Union.  The parliaments, of those ‘states’, must now vote, on the results, of the popular referendum.  Floyd felt, that Scotland, might assert, its own independence, and chose to remain, within the European Union, rather than remaining, part of the British Common Market.  Winston said, the Scottish parliament, could not choose, to leave Britain.  I thought Scotland, might be able, to seek to do so.  Those who wished, to leave, the European Union, were called ‘racists’, though I doubt, that ‘race’, had anything, to do with it.  I thought I saw, a Catholic-Protestant split…  In some ways, it is Obama’s stepping away from Britain, which has influenced, for Britain, to seek to stand alone, as an economic sphere, of its own.  When I ask myself, if my heritage, is English or Scottish, I come to a conclusion, that the blood-lines, of the peoples, of those two areas, are so mixed, that the answer, for anyone there, can be both.  However, I have been, discriminated against, by Catholics, who viewed me, as Protestant.

There was a rally, of self-described ‘white nationalists’, in California.  Violent left-wing demonstrators, attacked the peaceful, pro-white demonstrators, calling them ‘fascists’.  I think, most white nationalists, are somewhat ‘poor’, and thus, are probably not ‘fascists’, though perhaps, they could have been, more accurately called ‘racists’.  As some blacks have shown, one can be proud, of one’s race, without necessarily, denigrating those, of other races.  I continue to think, that people, should not be, too proud, of things, about which, they lacked any choice.  The violent left-wing protesters, attacked the pro-white, peaceful demonstrators, with knives, injuring seven people.

Corrine told me, that it had been decided, to wait, before standardizing other work-lines, so I would, continue to work, in Pack, on this day, rather than, in Facilities, as she had previously indicated.  I worked hard, during first half, and got many priority items, processed for Lilly.  My first half rate, was 172, which surprised me, as I had processed, many good slots, with three items or more, per slot, so had expected, a minimum rate, of 180.  This reminded me, that others, can manipulate one’s rate.  Lilly did, a good job.  My rate, was the second lowest, of multi-packers, though I could assume, that most people, with better rates than I, had artificially boosted their rates.  Fred expressed, some difficulty, with coming to work, saying that he welcomed, voluntary time off, without pay, and that, when he approached our building, he got a feeling, like he was losing, his humanity.

Jonas was watching, the rate data-streams, and I asked him, how to do so, but he declined, to show me, how I could do so.  I refrained, from artificially boosting my rate, and decided, to let the cards, fall where they might.  I would continue, to seek to do, a good job, and continue, to seek to save money, and continue to seek, to work with Amazon.  I was moved, to packing Single Totes, after midnight.  The second-half, did seem, to pass more quickly, than had, the first-half.  I tried, to ‘mellow out’, and was helpful, to some new workers.  I still have, that ‘debate’, about whether to get Social Security now, while it is available, and to enjoy, quality of life, ‘retired’, or to gamble, that it will remain available later, or, if it looks like it won’t be available, then to stay with Amazon.  I do believe, that the exercising, of my arms, is a light exercise, which is physical therapy, for me, against the COPD.  It is quite possible, that my exercising, is irrelevant, and my COPD, does what it does, regardless of what I do.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave hot-dogs, to both dogs.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season four, of Married With Children.  The air temperature, in my living-room, was ‘luke-cool’.  I went to sleep, around 5:55am.

I awoke, around 11:45am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to doze, and arose, around 1:45pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water, to the dogs inside.  The weather outside, was calm, peaceful, beautiful, though it did warm up.  I made three portraits, of Natasha-R, one of which, I find to be, very beautiful, as art.  I retrieved, my outside garbage container, which had been emptied, and put my office trash, into it.  I made my July 2016 car payment, but held off, on mailing it, intending to mail it tomorrow, to seek to have, my next pay-check, in my bank account, before this payment, is made.  I have, an upcoming holiday, Independence Day, which could interfere, with mail service.  My office, had become ‘warm’, as 4:00pm approached.  I updated, my movie reference library book.  I do add, my ‘opinion’, of movies, for later reference, when I might like, to go back through, and experience again, those movies, I have previously found, to be ‘excellent’.

When I look ahead, to possible futures, I see, that Trump faces, ‘open revolt’, much domestic violence, which will probably, influence him, to support ‘law and order’.  I think, in the foreign arena, Trump’s election, might produce, some ‘détente’, in our world.  On another hand, while Hillary might be granted, domestic peace, by the violent left-wing, her election, might influence, for foreign aggression…  One day at a time…

My COPD, had become moderate, but did slowly abate.  I put on shoes.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave a meal, to the dogs.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I also filled, a water container, with purified water, as my own, from work, had vanished, from my work-station.  I set up, the coffee-machine, to brew fresh coffee.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm, after putting, that car payment, into my outside mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.

A bit of a sticky wicket…  A wild and wooly day…  Bumpy seas, for a little boat…  Majority rule, with minority protected…  A problem with socialism, is that eventually, you run out, of other people’s money?  Smiling faces, might hide knives?  Beware of the wild thrashing, from the death throes, of a big animal…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to the arena, from my home.  I remained peaceful, pleasant, and sought to do, a good job.  My day at work, was made more pleasant, by Godfrey, Floyd, Friday, and Lilly, among others.

Floyd told me, that the Pope, had apologized, for Catholic harsh or unfriendly treatment, of gays in the past.  Perhaps this apology, would have been better made, before the British vote, on its relationship, with the European Union, rather than afterward…  The US stock market, dropped another 260 points, on Monday, after losing 600 points, on Friday, after the British referendum.  All in all, that’s perhaps, not that bad, given that the stock market, is now around 17,000, and some of this, might reflect adjustments, which are being made, for changes of administration and ownership, which are anticipated, at the end, of the Obama Administration, a change of political landscape, rather than, anything which might be, inherently economic, or directly related, to the British referendum.  The British referendum, is perhaps being used, as a pretext, for these changes, which could occur anyway, as part of a political dynamic, related to change, of Presidential Administration, and thus control, of the US economy, though this is never explained, to the US people, who might still believe, that our economy, is ‘capitalist’…

The US S&P, announced that British credit, was being devalued, by two points, which means, that it shall be, more expensive, for British interests, to get financial credit, for operations, within the US sphere.  The S&P sad, this change, was being made, due to the British referendum, because that referendum, showed poor judgment, on the part, of Britain.  This seemed to me, to be noteworthy, for a few reasons.  First, the British referendum, was a direct vote, by the people, which still must be ratified, by the parliaments, or governing bodies, of the individual British states, within Great Britain.  It might seem, like the US S&P, was saying, that Britain, should have rigged the vote, regardless of how, people actually voted, so that the vote, went in favor, of the European Union, or not held the vote at all.  One might say, the US S&P, seemed to frown, upon the right of people, to vote.  Hillary had said, that the vote, would go, in favor, of staying with the European Union, while Trump had said, that the British, might vote, to leave the European Union, something which Trump, pointed out.  At any rate, the action, of the US S&P, seems to me, to be entirely political, without regard, for actual economics.  I suppose outsiders, might view, the US, as now having, a very strong central government, even if, the people of the US, fail to perceive that…

Obama has been against Britain, since taking office, which could have been, a political choice, to seek further expansion, of the US sphere, into the British sphere.  I noted, that while, the US S&P, said how economically unsound, was the British vote, it is, the US stock market, which is falling…  Obama has directed, that US companies, cease doing business, in Britain, and many announced, they would be closing their operations, in Great Britain.  I know many in Britain, might be sad, to see the Yanks leave, but, so be it.  Trump says, he will, seek to repair, relations with Great Britain.  I think, the British people, simply saw, membership in the European Union, as an additional cage, for which they would have to pay, and obviously, they perceived membership, in the European Union, as being more costly, than beneficial, for them.  I suppose, the word ‘cage’, can also be translated, as’ bureaucracy’. Although the word ‘sanctions’, is not being used, that is what, is being employed, by the US, against Britain, at this time.

I mused, that the last time, that the Catholic Church, sought to ‘grab Britain’, was the war of 1812, when Britain and Russia, stood against, the US and France, and the defeat, of the US and France, led to the independence, or creation, of Italy and Germany.  There was an amusing tale, written about how French media, headlined victory after victory, for French forces, until the capital, Paris, was occupied, by foreign troops, somewhat similar, to how Iraqi media, denied the presence, of US troops in Iraq, even after US forces, had entered Baghdad, the capital.

I did mention, to both Bluster and Lang, that Trump is considering, Mia Love, a black woman, to be his Vice Presidential running mate.  I believe Bluster and Lang, and most blacks, will take, a wait and see approach, and only favor Trump, if he actually does this.  I continue, to stand publicly, for Trump, though I am also, an independent, but, for now, at this time, I do favor Trump.  Sanders supporters at work, say they will vote, for Sanders, even if he is not, the Democratic party nominee.  I believe, one basic hidden issue, is the perception, of Obama and Hillary, as anti-Israel, whereas Sanders, is Jewish.

It was, a ‘mixed day’ at work…  Tad said, that rates can be adjusted, and that some numbers, are taken from some people, and added to others, who need them.  Apparently, this might have been done, to me, as my rate, for the first hour, was 30 items, although I had processed, many items, so apparently, my items, helped some other people.  My rate, for second hour, was 266, so my first quarter rate, was 148.  I noted, while I was working, that I was logged off, and a black woman’s identification picture, was put on my monitor.  I do not know, when that switch occurred, but did see it, when I switched carts, and then I logged her off, and put myself back on.  I did mention this event, to Ray and Corrine.  Lang told me, that to his knowledge, rates are always accurate, and cannot be altered.

Tad said, that he had processed, 800 items, the day’s quota, for Single Totes, during the first-half yesterday, so then took it easy, and did one item, every five minutes, during second-half.  I asked Tad, if he lacked concern, about his rate, being obviously too high, and he said no.  For what it’s worth, Floyd failed to note, how high, Tad’s rate had to be, for that total.  Floyd had a rate, of 92, during a half, in Single Tote, and said that Roy, berated him, for having, a low rate, which aggravated Floyd, as his rate, was above benchmark.  I asked Floyd, what is 92 times five, and he got that right, at around 450.  I pointed out to Floyd, that he had failed, to even blink, when Tad said, he had a rate, of 800 for first-half, which would be, a rate, of 160 in Single Totes…  I think some people, just are bad, at math, but I am not among them, and I am aware, of what my actual rate should be.  Perhaps paradoxically, people like Tad and Doright, who artificially boost their rate, so much, that they must then spend, a bunch of time, doing nothing, so that it becomes, more normal, are bored, and tempted to leave Amazon…  Geronimo and Amelia, seem well-adjusted, and enjoy spending time, talking with people, though often with each other.

One can scan an item, cancel the tote, then scan the item, then cancel the Tote, and thus increase one’s rate, much more quickly, than if one had, actually processed, or packaged, the item.  Floyd says, this way of faking, could be quickly ended, if items, are only registered, for rate, when the final spoo, is scanned.  Floyd says, management has to be aware, of this situation, and I believe, that Roy favors this situation.  Godfrey says, he thinks, management might wish, to be rid of me.  I thought, this artificial lowering, of my rate, might have been intended, to seek to get me, to work faster, to seek to make up, for my loss, but for me, it seemed to be, a no-win situation, and so I rested content, declined to play that game, just seeking, to do a good job.  Of course, it might have also been intended, to influence me, to artificially boost my rate, as that might be, the only way, for anyone, to compensate, for such a low rate.  Floyd said, he thought I would be retained, at least until, after the Prime Week, of mid-July.

My work-station, was somewhat isolated, and I was fortunate, that Juan was my water-spider, and gave fairly quick, hazardous warning label approvals, to me.  Sonny was near me, and I put my badge, where he could access it quickly, but he declined, to do the same for me, though he would walk, across the aisle, to give hazardous warning labels, to a black girl over there.  I suspect, that Sonny, might have, an aversion to whites.  I remain kind, and helpful to all.  Despite my packing, of many many items, during second half, my rate, for second half, was only 162.  I processed, many Mega-A carts, with three to ten items, per slot, and my rate, should have been, at a minimum, 180.  I was fortunate, in that my mood was good, perhaps thanks, to past positive imprints, and I was unbothered.  I have become uncaring, about retaining this job, though it remains, my preference, to retain this job, and I do seek, to do a good job.  I handled, many priority items, for Gammel.  Roy moved me, to packing Single Totes, after I finished, the last priority cart.

A number of people, asked me, if I was tired, and ultimately, I think, this was because, they had viewed, my low rate on paper, rather than, my actual hard work, at a good pace.  I actually started a Mega-A, at the same time, as Sonny started one, and I finished mine, before Sonny finished his, though he is, a good worker.  I was reminded, of people, who might watch, a weather report, on television, which tells them, that is raining outside, and believe it, even if they can see, out their windows, that it is, a clear sunny day.

Danny did visit me, during the work-day, and told me, that the closure of this facility, is being considered, for February 2017, after Peak 2016, and those who are here, at that time, might receive, severance pay.  Danny said, that the official reason, for the closure, is the high number, of safety incidents.  I mentioned, that my work area, ‘the Mezz’, is somewhat without ‘safety incidents’.  Danny said, that the high number, of safety incidents, is in other areas, particularly in receiving and shipping, and stow, high-risk areas, which Amazon does fill, with untrained inexperienced personnel, part of that Mandarin view, of people, as interchangeable pieces, of a big machine.  I ‘joked’, that for some, this could be motivational, for them, to seek to have ‘safety incidents’, if doing so, means being paid, not to work.  For me though, this tid-bit, is another reason, to seek to remain with Amazon, until my Elantra, is paid off.

At a minimum, I would prefer, to be terminated by Amazon, and thus be paid, my vacation pay, rather than, my getting fed up, and just leaving…  I now have, 8.5 hours, of paid time off, which is a decrease, of over an hour, without my use, of unpaid time off, and have, eight hours, of unpaid time off, and 44 hours, of vacation time.  One is allegedly given, 80 hours, of vacation time off, during one’s second year, but the last 40 hours, of that vacation time, is not granted, until; after Peak, at the end of the year, so one must first work, nearly the full two years, before being given, the additional 40 hours, of vacation pay, for one’s second year, even if Amazon does loudly proclaim, that it gives to its workers, 80 hours, of vacation time, during the second year.  The extra 40 hours, is given, during the last week…  As said, people are sometimes beckoned, into the cage, by Santa Claus, only to find, sometimes the cage, is managed, by the Grinch.

Lilly said her mother, had dementia, so had never been able, to describe her COPD, which killed her.  I asked Lilly, if the dementia, was a result, of the COPD, and she said no.

I worked, a full shift.  I shared candy, with many people.  I worked honestly.  Corrine asked me, if I had permission, to work, in an ‘indirect role’, and I affirmed, that I had permission, at least at one time, to work, in Problem-Solve, in ‘Mecca’.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  There was a lightning storm, approaching Amazon, as I departed, and it arrived, at my home, shortly after, I had done so.  This storm, remained fairly calm, but did bring, some welcome cool air.  My home, was quite warm.

I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to each dog, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with the remaining episode, from season four, of Married With Children, and one episode, from season five, of South Park.  I sought sleep, with use of the big fan, from Pea, around 5:48am.  I awoke, at 9:30am, and brewed fresh coffee.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 11:45am.  I played some, with both dogs, and then arose, around 12-noon.   I fed my fish.  The day remained overcast, which meant cooler, than it might have otherwise been, and I was thankful, for this.  I shared, my mood of joy, with God.

I enjoyed fresh coffee, and ‘easy’ music, as I updated these notes.  I swept cobwebs, from the living-room, hallway, and kitchen.  I gave hot-dogs, to both dogs.  The mail-carrier, collected my car payment.  Onwards with a smile.  I was mentally okay, with going to work…  My home remained warm, with some cool air occasionally.  A light rain began.  I made three abstracts portraits, of a male face.  I played, some computer games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.  It had become, 3:45pm, time to get, my ‘day’ into gear’…

I shaved.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered.  I put on deodorant.  I got totally winded, out of breath, just putting on, my socks…  This did, somewhat pass, but it was, a ‘gentle reminder’, that my time with quality of health, could be ebbing, and I might wish, to spend, some of this time, at home, without a job…  I had, some heart pains, which was also, a ‘gentle reminder’, that when I can, mentally cope, with stress, that sometimes, my body, then shows, signs of stress.  I made selections, of soups, fruit, and candy.  I had to get candy, from the bowl, by my front door, and discovered, that over half, of what I had, had been slightly melted, and so, was inappropriate, for sharing with others, though the flavor, would be the same.

I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave, fresh dry food, to the dogs outside.    I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, at a medium setting, which I won, first playing first, and then playing second, in the second game.  The sun came out.  There was, a nice cool breeze.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with a hot-dog, and some fruit-flavored, water-based beverage.  .  I gave a meal, to the dogs.  I departed, from my home, around 4:55pm, to give myself, some time, to stop at Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, which I did.  I mixed the contents, of the many bags, into one bag, and then selected, some of these, to add, to what I already had.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from Cavalier Square.

A great day in Paradise…  Work hard, make history, have fun…  Think.  Stay busy…  Great people to work with, and among…  My thanks to Corrine, Floyd, and Augustus…  I appreciate, that Roman, is learning his job, and that he seeks, to make our facility, a good one.  Corrine continued to stress safety, and ‘the Mezz’, my work group, continued to be, without safety incidents.  I appreciate, those like Raj, who put up, with my sometimes ‘offbeat’ humor, and my flaws and limitations.  I was glad, to be with Amazon, on this day.  I appreciate, that Corrine, took her time, to thank me, for doing a good job, with a ‘special project’, and that she gave to me, a safety coin, that can be used, in vending machines, at our facility.

I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Sally and Floyd, before work began, with some coffee, supplied by Amazon.  Sally has been packing, for Problem-Solve, and remains, a hard-worker, honest, doing the best she can.  Jonas has now joined, the disgruntled group, with Sonny, and Godfrey, and they are inclined, to take much time off task.  For me, remaining busy, makes the day go by faster, and I feel good, can face myself.  Tad and Doright, often are ‘bored to death’, as they artificially boost their rates, and then have, lots of idle time, which they have begun, to dislike.

I worked Multi-Cart, and did many priority items, for Gammel.  I appreciate, that Gammel, seeks to bring to me, some good carts, to counterbalance, the less than great carts, which I also, process for him.  As the first quarter ended, Corrine asked me, to work on, a ‘special project’, which was, to set up the corrugate, boxes on pallets, from which our water-spiders, get supplies, to bring to packers.  Corrine and I, conferred with Singh, to be certain, of what he wanted, which was, for there to be, enough supplies, of large size boxes, for three work-lines.  This is all preparation, for the big sale event, Prime Day, during our Prime Week, a way for Amazon, to make more space available, in our warehouse facilities.

Corrine and I, went to Facilities, where Smith and Austin, lent to me, some tools.  I quickly learned, or refreshed my memory, on how to properly use, a pallet-jack.  Stocking pallets, of large boxes, on three work-lines, was fairly easy, without much thought, just a lot of walking, with some mild exertion, which thankfully, I was able to handle.  I am uncertain, if exertion, triggers my COPD, or just aggravates it, when my pendulum, ‘naturally’ swings, into the COPD phase.

I discovered, that the new line, lacked many boxes, and they were positioned, in slots, that were labeled differently, than the boxes, within those spaces.  I ended up, just setting it up, basically alphabetically, so that anyone new, could easily find, any size box.  I removed, the vertical tapes.  I put down, new vertical and horizontal tapes, indicating where pallets should be placed.  I learned, where to get, from the Learning Center, the label tapes, with box sizes, which I placed, into their new proper positions.  I figured, worst case, was these areas, could be extra storage, for use, in other areas, during Prime Week.  I figured things out, as I went, and by the end, was comfortable, as I had become able, to handle everything, very well.

I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Floyd, Winston, Friday, Lilly, Godfrey, and Jean-Paul, during breaks.  There had been, a bombing, of Attaturk airport, in Turkey, killing and injuring many people.  Obama now says, he is willing, to allow, ‘radical Islam’, to be, ‘a talking point’.  I do not think, ‘fundamental Islam’, has to be, a nasty part of our world.  However, what some see, as ‘radical Islam’, I view, as basically, ‘angry Islam’, an outgrowth, of the Arab-Israeli conflict, a reflection, of perceived oppression…

I returned the tools, which I had borrowed, and put extra supplies, back to, from where I had gotten them.  I finished, my ‘special project’ early, and had the final quarter remaining.  Corrine suggested, that I spend the time, doing ‘5S’ work, which is, among other things, to straighten, shine, and standardize, our entire work area.  Floyd showed me, how to find, job descriptions, so I could learn, what ‘5S’ meant.  Floyd told me, that he has learned, basically on his own, how to do, many job functions.  Floyd is certainly, a very hard worker, competent, and honest, which is probably, why I like him, though our association, seems to end, outside our facility.

I wished, to keep busy, and so Corrine suggested, that I work, for Augustus, and I did so.  I helped Augustus and Floyd, to move carts and ‘u-boats’, from a work-line, that would be out of use, the next day, to an area, which would be, in operation.  I emptied the garbage, in all the ReBin work-stations.  I helped, to set up carts, for the Multi-Packers, of day-shift.  Augustus kept me busy, and I was glad, about that.

Doright asked me, again, why I get selected, for work outside of Pack, for ‘indirect roles’, which lack rate requirements, and I said, it was because, I ‘put out’, which generally, humorously, means one has sex, in return for favors.  Doright said, he does not do that.  I was both aghast, and amused, that Doright, might have taken me seriously, so I made a point, to go after him, and tell him, that I had been, only joking.  I think Doright, is physically able, to do a good job, but that he chooses, to seek to cheat, and that might, work against him, when something, actually needs, to get done…  I also believe, that Amazon, does rotate assignments, among personnel.  Doright seems to have forgotten, that he did, get to work, as a Process Guide, for a number of weeks.  I do believe, there could be hope, for Doright and Godfrey, and perhaps even, for Tad.

I worked hard, stayed busy, got much done.  I worked, a full shift.  My rate, for first quarter, was 188, which is okay, and was ‘honest’, without artificial boosting.  It was, a good ‘day’, for me, with Amazon, and I was glad, to be there.  Onwards with a smile…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant, journey to my home, from work, with nice music.  The air, of the dark hours, was cool, though dawn soon approached.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to each dog.  Friend will take, a hot-dog, from my hand, when she is outside, but not, when she is inside…  Friend now quickly comes inside, though I must still stand away, from the opening, of the back-door, for her to do so.  Friend is getting closer, to where I might seek, to put a collar on her, but she is, not quite there yet.  I brought inside, the bag with candy, and the bag, with the empty bags.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season five, of South Park.

I sought to go to sleep, around 5:51am.  However, I remained awake, alert, perhaps due to the physical activity, which had stimulated me, during work, though it could have been, simply a return, of my intermittent insomnia.  At least, the air, in my living-room, was cool, and I was comfortable.  One of my legs, did feel tight, some muscle strain.  I like to believe, that exercise, makes one stronger, even if, one might feel, some initial discomfort, after first exercising…  I did much walking, and had some physical exertion, but was unbothered, by my COPD.  I was still awake, when 7:30am arrived.  Everything in my system, said to remain awake, and to enjoy, a day off from work.  However, this was, a work-day, and I was determined, to get some sleep, or at least, some rest.  I believe, I fell asleep, before 8:00am.

I awoke, around 11:45am, and returned to sleep, until 12:30pm, at which time, I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 1:45pm, at which time, I did arise.  I still felt, like this should be, a day off from work, but I lacked any aversion, to actually going to work.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I made fresh coffee.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain.  The day remained comfortable, my thanks to God, and my other allies.  I paid, my incoming water bill, and put that payment, into my outside mailbox, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence of outgoing mail.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved.  I put on my shoes, Amazon Peak 2015 tee-shirt, and security identification badge.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed a hot-dog.  I put on cologne.  I felt, somewhat ‘ready for work’, or at least, as ready as I was going to be.  My COPD, was mildly moderate.  I played, computer games, of Reversi-Othello, and Solitaire, and won most of these.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I was, slightly tired, which I attributed, to lack of adequate rest.  I gave a meal, to the dogs.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home. I did hope, for voluntary time off, as I felt tired, but this was not, an available option for me, when I checked.   I hoped, that I would begin, to feel more awake and alert, once I began to work, and this is what, did actually occur.  It was, a good day, for me, with Amazon, and I was glad, to be there.  I worked hard, and had some fun.  I was helpful, to the new faces, near to me.   People were cheerful.

We lacked, having our bosses around, for our stand-up meeting at start.  Horatio somewhat acted, as the head, of our shift, and basically said, to work hard and safe, and get to work, which we all did.  Lang and Roy, were absent, on this day.  Augustus acted, as a Process Assistant, and Taloos, handled assignments, of priority carts, to packers, and Taylor, was my water-spider, and they all did, very good jobs.

Taloos brought to me, many many priority carts, many of which, were those carts, with two items per slot, and I did meet, all priority deadlines.  Augustus brought to me, a full cart, with two items per slot, and asked me, to do the whole cart, and I did so.  Normally, I might process, just the priority items, in small volume carts, and then switch, to a cart, with multiple items, as Amazon does value, high volume.  Taloos also brought to me, a two item per slot cart, which he wished, for me to do, and I also did, another one of these, for him.  Floyd brought to me, two totes, with priority items, which were, one very large order, of 81 items, which would have been nice, as a large number to process, and thus raise my rate, but, when I individually scanned, all of the actual items, because of their diversity, I then found, that I was missing, one item.  Someone had perhaps, just repeatedly scanned, one item many times, to arrive, at the correct virtual total, and had then sent, that order onwards.  I brought this problem, to Floyd’s attention, and he sent it, to Problem-Solve, where I hoped, someone would get, the missing item, rather than repeating, the error, once again.

Doright seemed, to seek to be helpful, and was friendly, to many people, and I was impressed, that Doright seemed, to be applying himself, seemed willing to work.  However, I then sadly noted, that Doright became absent, from his work-station, for over an hour, and only returned, briefly, to perhaps process, one package, and then again, remained absent.  Doright then departed, when second half arrived.  Godfrey showed to me, toward the end of our work-day, how to access, the rate and work flow data…  This quickly brought, some things, to my attention.  First, I found, that I had an overall rate, of 197, with a first half rate, of 186.  Second, I was able to see, how many packages, each person had processed, which meant, that it might seem, glaringly obvious, when someone, is artificially boosting, a rate, as the amount, of packages, remains low, as was the case, with Doright.  Doright had, a very high rate, of 245, but had only processed, about 250 packages.  I had completed, about 550 packages…  This meant, that when I received, ‘rate inquires’, from Henrico and Roman, they both could easily see, that I had completed, many packages, so they knew, or could have easily found out, that I was working hard, and getting much done.  I believe, it might take, an administrative password, which Doright might have been given, when he was, an Integrity coach, to make alterations, to data.  I know, that many workers, might seem to be able, to do this.

Floyd told me, that Roman had quit, and that was perhaps a cause, for Corrine and Henrico, to be absent, during our first stand-up meeting.  Bluster later told me, that Roman had been given, a choice, between quitting, or being fired.  Bluster said, that Roman had been, abrasive toward many people, and received many complaints, though ultimately, what got Amazon fed up, was Roman’s inability, to get the priority items, done by their deadlines.  I am mindful, that I had been completing, many packages, by doing priority items, only to then receive, a ‘production warning’, from Roman, which then discouraged me, from doing the priority items, as doing so, would hurt my rate, and could get me fired.  Perhaps I was not alone, in this situation, and this resulted, in deadlines being missed.  Roman should have, come back to me, and told me, that he understood, that I was working hard, on doing priority items, and that he appreciated this, which would then have encouraged me, to accept, the rate-reducing, priority items, and let my rate, fall where it might.  Bluster said, he was glad, to see Roman go.  I said, that I felt some sorrow, for Roman, as he had stepped into, a difficult situation, for Amazon, with Chuck’s sudden departure, and Roman had then, begun a learning process, so, even if he failed, he should have been given, a choice of another position, with Amazon, rather than, having to leave Amazon altogether.

Roman is to be replaced, by Justin, who at least, is familiar, with the job tasks and personnel.  Justin was our boss, during Peak 2015.  I worked hard, for Justin, and he at least, is familiar with me, and has been friendly, to me.  I like to think, that Justin’s arrival, and Roman’s departure, could be, a good thing for me.  For what it’s worth, my spirit, did seem to brighten, and I became more awake, after Floyd, told me this news…  I know, that I am unaware, of the total picture, but I did have, a feeling, that Amazon had selected for me, and this influenced me, to select for Amazon.  This might mean, ‘a new start’, for me, with Amazon.

I also, made Bluster aware, of the need, for one pallet, of big boxes, in the work-line, I had set-up, the day before.  I had made, the guy handling corrugate, on the previous day, aware of this, but the situation, had remained the same.  Bluster said, he would get it done.  I believe Bluster, is among, the hard-working, competent, conscientious, honest workers.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Godfrey, Winston, Caruso, Floyd, and Friday, during breaks.  Carlos made a point, to visit me, and say hello, and I appreciated this.

I worked, a full shift.  I enjoyed my time.  I worked hard.  I got a lot done.  I had a good rate.  I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I gave a hot-dog, to each dog, and had one myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, and an apple pot-pie, with two episodes, from season five, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 5:50am.  I awoke, around 10:30am, and saw that Friend, had gifted me, with a poop pile…  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 12:45pm, at which time, I did arise.

My COPD, felt mild.  The day, was peaceful and calm, moderate in air temperature, nice.  My one hanging plant, had fallen, and Friend, had chewed the pot.  I put the plants and dirt, into the big bird-bath, which fails to retain water.  I removed, Friend’s poop pile.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I enjoyed ‘easy’ music.  I turned on, both aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  I gave a hot-dog, to each dog, finishing what remained.  I made two pieces, of ‘erotic’ male art, and played some computer games.  I refrained, from calling Tad…  I showered, and put on, clean pants, socks, and underwear, and a semi-clean tee-shirt.  I amused myself greatly, when I later, searched everywhere, for my belt, which I had taken off, to go through security, when I exited from work, the previous day, only to eventually find, that I had already, put it on…  I am not, going to attribute that, to aging, as I have always been, sometimes, a touch absent-minded, but, that was really a goof…  I found, that my bill payment, had been collected, and some junk mail, had been delivered to me.  We had, a light rain, and then, the day, became sunny.  Some crepe myrtles around town, have begun to bloom, but not those, at my home.  However, for the first time, my azaleas are exhibiting, new green growth.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and gave a meal, to the dogs.  I still, was not ‘in gear’…

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal, and some friendly banter, with Ricky and Sandoval.  I checked my bank balance, to learn what available funds, might remain.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared my portraits, of Natasha-R, with her.  Natasha-R, lives in the Antilles, a beautiful place, with beautiful light blue water.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Open Your Mind on Yahoo, Stephen-B, Susan-GS, Kris-S, and Cash-J, among others.  I downloaded an image, of a new crop circle.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.

Stephen-B, shared with me, a news report, about an attempted mass shooting, at a bar, in South Carolina, but a patron had a gun, and shot the assassin, before he could, shoot many people.  There was an ironic chart, indicating, that most mass shootings, have been conducted, by registered Democrats, rather than, by members of the National Rifle Association.  There was a report, that Oakland, California, has passed a law, making it illegal, to own or possess, ammunition clips, for guns.

Greek-M, also known, as Doctor-Z, kindly sent to me, via email, a note, indicating that his wife, Luisa-P, was now enjoying very much, one of my books, from The Life of Christos series.  This helped my spirit to smile, and ‘made my day’.  I thanked Greek-M, for spending his time, to tell me this.

A big, dark, ominous storm approached, as I went, to a Food Lion grocery store.  I bought cans of dog food, soup, and fruit, and hot-dogs, two chew-bones, and frozen dinners.  I was able, to return to my home, and put everything away, before the storm arrived.  I released Dikaia, from her chain.  The storm, brought little rain, and passed harmlessly.  I would like to think, that my automatic, has returned, to being protective.

I enjoyed, three episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone.  I enjoyed, three episodes, from season four, of Red Dwarf.  I enjoyed, the remaining seven episodes, from season one, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a hamburger, as a meal, and most, of a bag, of barbecue-flavored, Nacho corn-chips, which I shared, with Dikaia and Friend.  I enjoyed, a long conversation, with Roger, who found some ways, for me to connect, with the internet, from my home.  I believe, that once I must live, on fixed Social Security income, then my trips, to McDonald’s, might become, too expensive for me.  It could cost me less, to have internet at home, than the $10 I now spend, for a meal, when I go on-line, each time at McDonald’s.  I remained, fairly comfortable, without a shirt, in my living-room, with the front door open, and the opening blocked, by a lattice, to seek to keep, the dogs inside.  I did seek, to send a quick hello, to Mack, via telephoned text message, but learned, that the phone number, which used to be able, to connect with Mack, now belongs, to someone else.

I sought sleep, around 5:00am, but was unable, to get to sleep, which is when I decided, to experience, the remaining episode, from season one, of Andromeda.  I did get to sleep, perhaps around 5:45am.  I awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, and slept, until 12-noon, at which time, I did arise.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then another, and a bit later, fed my fish.  The day was overcast, and luke-cool.  A storm arrived, and brought some heavy rain, but was generally harmless, though some thunder, did growl.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes, and then made, some fresh coffee.  My COPD, was mildly strong, but then lessened, and became moderate.  It took, nearly two hours, for me to approach, being mentally ‘normal’, and I was still sluggish.  I have mused, that I am a bit, like a diesel engine, sometimes tough to start, but, once running, good for along haul.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I enjoyed, some computer games.

I went, to a Wawa, and got a carton of cigarettes, and $10 worth of fuel.  The lowest price of fuel, is now around, $2.09 per gallon.  I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I think the personnel there, sometimes make for me, especially good versions, of their sandwiches.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day, and shared a piece of my heart-art, with one person, who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared, beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Christopher-E, Southeastern New England Paranormal Investigations, and Genna-PV, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.

I sought, to buy some minutes, for my SafeLink Tracfone account on-line, but was unable, to do so, as that web-site, was being serviced.  I walked next door, to a 7-11 convenience store, and did purchase, some minutes, for my telephone there, and then was able, to get those minutes registered, with my account on-line.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed some friendly fun banter, with Adrien, Ramboi, and Harmony.  I think, I was, a bit ‘off the wall’, and attribute some of that, to some oxygen deprivation, from my COPD.  I had remained tired, all day, and did not, feel awake, until after 1:00am…  I think I slept, from 11:00pm until 1:00am, when I received, a telephone call, from Roger.  Roger continues to enjoy, his new job, and is anticipating, perhaps traveling to Los Angeles, California.  Dikaia had injured, her left back leg, perhaps while jumping the fence, and I prayed, for her to heal properly.

I enjoyed, six episodes, from season two, of Andromeda.  I enjoyed, a nice hamburger.  I enjoyed, a 1964 movie, Seven Days In May, about a military coup plot, in the US.  I remained comfortable, with use, of the big fan, given to me, by Pea, though I turned it off, to have less sound, when I wished, to seek sleep, around 5:00am.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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I am thankful, to my on-line connections, those who share beauty, wit, and wisdom, with me.  I thank my allies, including God, for their love, and kindness, toward me.  I am thankful, for the good health, which allows me, to endure, and recover from, or cope with, health challenges, which I might face.  I am thankful, to McDonald’s, America On-Line, and FaceBook, for allowing me, to seek to connect, with our world, for helping me, to seek to survive in life, through fair trade.  I am thankful, to Racer, for the fine computer monitor, which aids me, every time I use my computer.  I am thankful, to everyone and anyone, ever associated, with the John Randolph Medical Center, for their kindness, professionalism, competency, nurture, and life-saving efforts, for myself, and for others.  I am thankful, that Jim-BR, continues to share my emails, with his Open Your Mind group, on Yahoo.  I am thankful, to the people I work with, at Amazon, both superiors and co-workers, who help to make, life pleasant there.  I do believe, some people at Amazon, do work hard, as their norm.  I am thankful, to have a job, with Amazon.  I am thankful to Hessbie, for engaging with me, in fair trade, which enables me, to get on-line, with the Toshiba lap-top, and to enjoy music, in my vehicle, and cool air, in my vehicle, during hot days.  I am thankful, to the artists of our world, those who create beauty, joy, and entertainment, be these painters, musicians, or writers of books, stage-plays, or movies, as they have helped me to smile, and thus improved, the quality of my life.

Gifted Hands, starring, among others, Cuba Gooding Jr., is a biography of Ben Carson, who started out, being ‘dumb’, but learned to study, and to read books, and became, a skilled brain surgeon.  Some whites, were a touch distrustful, of Ben, because they were concerned, that he was in his position, because he was, hired to fill, affirmative action quotas, rather than, because he was, a person, with real skill, but Ben did have, real skill, and has proved himself, time and time again.  This movie, was made, in 2009.  This past year, 2015, Ben was, a Republican Presidential candidate.  Ben has faced, some adversity, because of, his faith in God.

Frozen River, is a family drama, about life, during tough financial times, in a Mohawk area, between the US and Canada.  Unfortunately, this movie, does imply, that a person, can fail, to make it in life, as a good person, and sometimes, must turn, to criminal endeavors, to survive.  Fishnetterrie, sent this movie, to me, and I thanked her, via telephone text message, after I experienced this movie, saying I had enjoyed it, very much.

I experienced, a comedy, recommended by Caruso, called Doctor Detroit, starring, among others, Dan Akyroid.  I was, enjoying this movie, but fell asleep, perhaps around 4:00am, after eating, an apple pot-pie.  I awoke, around 6:15am, and was surprised, to see daylight, but was able, to return to sleep, until 10:30am.  I felt awake, alert…  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  The dogs were playful, and I put Dikaia, outside on her chain.  I could hope, that perhaps Ramboi, might come by, and spend the twenty minutes or less, necessary to repair my back awning.  I remained awake, for a while, determined to at least, get more rest, for my body.  I did fall asleep, and when I next awoke, it was 2:46pm.  This time, I was sluggish, and my COPD, was moderate.  I felt ‘hung-over’, in that my mind, was clouded.  One disadvantage, of starting my day, later in the day, is less time, for me, to awaken, for my mind to clear, and for my COPD to lessen, before I must begin, my work-day.  I remained resting, until 3:15pm, and then, I did arise.

I gave, fresh dry-food and water, to the dogs outside.  It was definitely, sunny and warm outside, but there is, plenty of shade, for the dogs.  I fed my fish.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I was, neither sad nor glad, to face work, on this day.  I did have, slight unease, because I did not know, what sort of tasks, I might have to face, at work.  I think, perhaps some sense of anxiety, of heightened anticipation, does influence, for me to have, stronger COPD, on Sunday, as I face, a new work-week.  Once I am at work, this COPD, does begin, to abate, and I become accepting, and sometimes, even glad, to be there, as my home life, becomes like a dream, that is irrelevant, to my current situation.  I did, enjoy quality of life, during these past days off, and my life at work, has ‘become a dream’, something of the past, that no longer matters, which of course, is untrue, but that is how it seemed.

I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I put away, my Toshiba laptop computer, and padlocked my bedroom door.  I put on shoes, and my security identification badge.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I gave a meal, to the dogs, and fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I remained light-headed, and short of breath.  Even standing, was somewhat challenging.  I attributed this, to a mild ’panic attack’, as I faced work, with some concern, about doing a good job.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.  I later mused, that if I could go to work, on this day, then I could go to work, on most any day, as I certainly felt challenged, by my health.

This was Fathers Day.  There was a memorial service, in Orlando, for the gay victims, of the terrorist attack, at the gay bar in Orlando.  The New York Daily News, had a front page headline, blaming the National Rifle Association, for the attack in Orlando.  I do recall, the National Rifle Association mentioning, that no member, of the NRA, has ever committed, a mass shooting, as most mass shootings, have been committed, by fundamentalist Muslims.  The mayor, of Oakland, California, declared, that from now on, distasteful humor, can be cause for termination, and not only, those who speak it, or write it, can be fired, but those who hear it, or read it, and fail to report it, can also be fired.  The concept, of ‘free speech’, seems to have, been discarded.  People are to strictly adhere, to whatever is, the current standard, of ‘political correctness’, as determined, by whichever Democrat, is in change.  The ‘cage’, is to be kept ‘clean’.

The female Oakland mayor, has listed, ‘macho behavior’, as one of the undesirable, ‘hateful’ behaviors…  Obama has had, male cadets, at a military training school, which allegedly had, a high incidence, of sexual harassment, of female cadets, wear high heels, as ‘sensitivity training’.  My own personal history, has taught me, that some women, who lack any ‘macho behavior’, are quite capable, of murder, though perhaps, ’greed’, is not viewed, as ‘hateful’.  One might consider, that it could be viewed, as ‘hateful’, to describe ‘macho behavior’, as ‘hateful’, though not officially, in Oakland, at this time, by that Mayor.

Nothing further, seems to have been done with Line 1, and I later learned, that it had been decided, that those work-stations, were to remain, left-hand work-stations.  I could speculate, that perhaps Theo had simply said, this was how, corporate Amazon wanted it, which would disregard, the written instructions, to make those work-stations, into right-hand work-stations.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Tad, who had returned to work, after some military training, for two weeks.  Augustus, Floyd, Roy, and Lang, were absent on this day.  Doright expressed, much dissatisfaction, with Lang and Roy.  I do recall, Floyd mentioning, that anyone, who accepts a position, as a Process Guide, is expected, to remain at work, and yet, when Doright has accepted that position, he has departed, after first half.  Nobody joined Doright, in criticizing, either Lang or Roy.  I did many priority carts, brought to me, by Andrew and Lilly.  My first half rate, was 196.  I did have, some hand cramps, and attributed this, to perhaps some metal residue, in the coffee.  In general, I did feel, better and better, as the work-shift went on.

Lilly wanted me, to switch to packing, Single Totes, during first half, but I asked, that I be kept, in Multi-Cart, saying that I had been told, to never pack, Single Totes, because my rate, when doing so, is too low.  Lilly explained, that everyone, was to be moved, to Single Totes.  Lilly agreed, that I could wait, until just past 12-midnight, so that my Single Tote rate, would not, be held against me.  Time did seem, to move more slowly, for me, when I packed Single Totes, and that seemed to be, a long four hours.  Doright, Cleo, Geronimo, Roberto, and Jock, were allowed, to remain in Multi-Cart, for the full shift.  I mused, that as those people, except for maybe Jock, are prone, to artificially boosting their rate, then perhaps their selection, was probably deliberate, to maintain a high group rate, without actually packaging, that many items.

Overtime schedules, for the week, of July 10th, were announced, and we are to have, five 11-hour days, to meet anticipated orders, when Amazon, has, its big summer sale, to reduce inventory, in its warehouses, to make room available, for items ordered, for Peak 2017.  My shortest term goal, now, at this time, is to seek to last, with Amazon, beyond this mid-summer sale, and to remain with Amazon, at least, until the end of July.  I continue, to seek to save money, to be able to financially survive, until Social Security payments, first begin to arrive.  My long-term goal, remains to stay with Amazon, until May 2017.

I worked a full-shift, and could hope, to remain with Amazon.  I shared candy, with many personnel, and with security personnel, as I departed.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released, Dikaia from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to each dog, and closed the back door.  Friend pooped and urinated, in the hallway, so I put her outside.  I enjoyed, two episodes, from season four, of Married With Children.  I received, a nice telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, to which I responded.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I awoke, around 11:30am, and turned on, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I returned to sleep, until 1:30pm.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and fed my fish.  I gave, fresh dry-food and water, to the dogs outside.  I removed, the mess left by Friend.  I swept, the back-stoop and walkways.  My COPD, was mildly moderate.  I continue to appreciate, the time without cigarettes, and the physical activity, moving my arms, while at Amazon.  I updated, my movie reference library book.  I enjoyed, the note to me, from Fishnetterrie, who is busy, focusing on her new home, and buying many things for it.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.

I integrated, the new printed pages, into my movie reference library book, and put away, items I have recently enjoyed.  I closed the back door, to keep Dikaia inside.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I was glad, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, and put on deodorant.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I paid, my medical and electric bills, and put those payments, into my street-side mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.  I fed my dogs.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I swept cob-webs, from my living-room, and swept, part of the hallway.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

The tipping point…  The longest day…  The full moon, of summer solstice…

I was greeted, when I got to my vehicle, with a piece of paper, on the windshield, of the Elantra, informing me, that my Isuzu, was an ‘inoperable vehicle’, due to lack of inspection, which voided its registration, and so the city, claimed right, to come onto my property, and steal it from me, and then bill me, for this service, and then, put a lien, on my home, to take my home, if I failed, to pay them, for their stealing my vehicle.  A police officer had acted, as the revenue enhancement agent, perhaps to let me know, that this was, a judicial act, so local courts, would probably be inclined, to view it, as legal, even if it might seem, to be, a form of ‘theft’.

Anger tempted me, to believe, that it might be, a civil duty, to cost the city, as much, as it was seeking, to cost me.  I really would prefer, to live my ‘final days’, in peace.  Cages within cages within cages with cages, and each cage, costly to maintain…  I am reminded, of feudal times, when the people, were robbed regularly, of their belongings, by armed knights, the ‘original police’, who served nobles, who had castles to maintain…  I understood, that a sense of powerlessness, can fuel a sense of anger, and so I sought, to reduce, my sense of powerlessness, by thinking about the situation, and how to cope with it.  There could be, two simple solutions, to my situation.  The first, could be, to move things around, in my garage, and put my vehicle into it, concealed, and the second, could be, to buy, a ‘fitted cover’, to encase the Isuzu.  I went on-line, when at work, during a break, and found, that a car-cover, could cost me, $200 to $400.  I think, I could spend many hours, to move things around, in my garage, depending on, how my COPD reacts, to the exertion.  Just thinking about the situation, raised my anxiety level, and aggravated, my COPD…  I wish to avoid, having my dogs, seized or shot.  I recall, my last round, with police, who were stealing vehicles, and think someone, has failed, to do their homework, unless destruction and damage, is what they actually seek.  I am reminded, of how damaged properties, in Florida, had their prices inflated, as if some, might have hoped, to gain false profit, from future anticipated insurance claims, only for there to be, a lack of storms, which then led, to a housing ‘boom’ balloon ‘bursting’.  I am mindful, and concerned, that my doing nothing, enhances my ‘bounce’, and that my bounce’, is ‘fair’.  I rest content, knowing my allies, including God, normally do, what is ‘proper’, the best, of all possible outcomes.  I am very aware, that Hessbie and Swan, reside in this area, and that Whymaster, lives on the Virginia coast, and that they are, worthy of protection.

I focused on work.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Tad, and exchanged, telephone numbers with him.  Godfrey returned to work, and said he hopes, to remain, for a little while longer, until he secures, another job elsewhere. I shared candy, with many people, and helped a new guy, Jergins.  I had a good cart, during first half, but other than that, did have, carts with two items per slot.  I did process, many priority items, which were brought to me, by Lilly.  My first half rate, was 174.  My mood, was slightly off, due to the impending seizure, of my vehicle, and the threat, to my home.  I got hazardous warning label approvals, from Roberto, who helped, to make my day more pleasant, with some friendly banter.  I suspect, that my COPD, was impacting me, as I was, a touch ‘slap happy’, and my ‘humor’, reflected that.

I did artificially boost my rate, during second half, when I again, had had carts, with two items per slot.  I finally got, a good cart, and had a slot, with 40 items, which I processed, three times.  I hoped, this would boost my rate, just enough, to avoid receiving, a third and final production warning.  This let me know, that part of me, does wish, to retain this job.  I remain aligned, with Christos, and hope to do, more that is of benefit to other, than that which could be harmful to other.  I shared candy, with many personnel.  During breaks, I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Susie, Godfrey, and Fred.  Kramer also returned, and kindly made a point, to say hello to me.  There were, many new faces.  The overtime schedule, for ‘prime week’, around July 10th, was announced, and that seems to be, four eleven-hour days, one being, a mandatory overtime day.

My ‘day’ at work, was okay.  I did work hard, and did get, many actual items processed.  The first half, now seems, to pass more slowly, while the second half, moves more quickly, through linear time.  I packed Multi-Cart, until 4:00am, when Roy, had me switch, to packing Single Totes.  I shared candy, with security personnel, as I departed.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.

I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave hot-dogs, to both dogs.  I enjoyed, four frozen diners, with two episodes, from season four, of Married With Children.  I had received, a nice telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, who continues to value, positive affirmations, hollow platitudes, which she hopes, are efficacious in a magical way, just by saying them.  I prefer positive deeds, to positive words.  I sent telephone text messages, to Fishnetterrie and Hessbie, about some material, in The Life of Christos, which might be officially ‘disfavored’.  Hessbie responded, that Satan and Satan’s minions, are the ones, who are against, The Life of Christos books.  I was tempted, to ask Hessbie, to be more specific, as I am uncertain, of what Hessbie means, when he says the words, ‘Satan and Satan’s minions’, but I refrained, from doing so.  My legs, had become inflamed, while at work, and I coated one of them, with hydrogen peroxide.  I went to sleep, around 5:50am.

My home, was luke-cool…  I awoke, around 8:45am, and was warm.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer, and sought to return to sleep, and awoke again, around 10:30am.  My mind was being captured, by the task, of clearing space, in my garage, to seek to save, my Isuzu, but I felt, I needed more rest, to face, the upcoming work-day.  I seek to avoid, being too energetic, during my time off, before work, to minimize the risk, of making myself, feel tired, when at work.  My home, had become, ‘luke-warm’, and the air from outside, which entered my home, was warm…  It is now Summer…  I was able, to perhaps doze occasionally, but at least relaxed, until 12:15pm.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I hung my tee-shirt, so it might become dryer.  I wet my head.  I put Tad’s telephone number, into my telephone, and sent to him, a telephoned text message, saying I had done so.  Tad replied, that he would help me, with the Isuzu, when he visits me, on Thursday.  I trimmed, my chest hair, and laughed at myself, for being concerned, in that regard, with my ’appearance’, before going outside, to work on my garage, without a shirt.  I put hydrogen peroxide, onto both legs.  My COPD, was mildly moderate.

I could chuckle, that the other day, when Ramboi, Kevin, and I saw, an unmarked vehicle, with four cameras, mounted on its hood, I had ‘joked’, that this, was going to cost, one of us some money.  I had then dismissed that thought, thinking that perhaps, the vehicle, was observing the drug dealers on the corner, with the school bus-stop, who work, for the owner, of a tow truck company.  It is said, at least one-third, of Hopewell’s homes, are owned, by three major drug dealers, including one, who owns, a local tow-truck company…  However, I guess, the police, were focused, on my vehicle, which I had failed, to conceal, with the Elantra…  I guess, I had failed, to protect my property, from the ‘government’…  The Isuzu, is perhaps, 70 or more feet, from the street.  I wish my Isuzu, could have, the same tolerance, from the police, as the drug dealers, or even the auto repair places, which have, many abandoned vehicles, that lack tags, on their properties…  There is even, one of my neighbors, who has a vehicle, without tags or current registration, with a ‘for sale’ sign…

I spent, nearly two hours, straightening the interior, of the garage.  I moved many heavy things, and did become ‘winded’.  I took some occasional breaks.  I got, a tension or heat headache.  I became, quite sweaty.  The blue sky, became totally overcast, and at least, this did provide, some cooler air…  I like to think, that I got over half done.  Tad sent to me, a telephoned text message, indicating that he could help me, with this project, on Thursday.  I shaved, and was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, as I was such, a dirty sweaty mess.  I put on clean clothing, and deodorant.

I had put, many things, from my garage, into my outside garbage container.  I saw, that my neighbor’s garbage, had yet to be collected, on this day, and, on the offhand chance, that it might actually, be collected as scheduled, I put my own, outside garbage container, by curb-side.  I then realized, that this is Tuesday, so there would be, no garbage collection, until next Monday.  I retrieved that container.  I made a pile, of damp wood, to offer to Ramboi, though I could, burn it myself.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I fed the fish, and the dogs, and enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

Tears can attract predators…  Predators use sob stories, as bait, to find people, who are kind…  And yet, in this mix, are truly decent, good people, who have tears, and real kind people, who endure, who seek to remain kind, despite the parasites, predators, and pitfalls, of our world.

Hillary panders to blacks, seeming to offer, special treatment, to blacks, offers to have, the majority whites, sacrifice, for the benefit, of a minority. Trump offers fair trade, standards and values, equal to all.  It could be understandable, even if perhaps shameful, if some blacks prefer, Hillary to Trump.  Guilt is employed, to seek to get a majority, to give up, their advantages.  Vilification is employed, to seek to gain righteous anger, that seems to justify, doing the same wrong, to others, that a group complains, has been allegedly done to them, like females, who complain, that they are discriminated against in order for them to get, special treatment, or blacks, who complain, that they are discriminated against, so they can discriminate, against non-blacks.  Discrimination, is the wrong answer, to discrimination.  Fair standards, are a proper answer, to discrimination.

Trump is now seeking, to get campaign financing, rather than, paying for his campaign, with his own funds.  Bluster said, that George Bush Jr. is responsible, for all of our current problems, even after, eight years of Obama…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Sally.  Work was challenging.  I got, a good cart, to start with, but after that, only less than desirable carts, were available, to me.  My rate, for first half, was 167, which was low, not good, but, which reflected, that I was processing, nearly three packages per minute.  By contrast, Doright, spent most of his time, doing the same chute, over and over, and actually raised his rate, to a point, where he felt uncomfortable, doing any more, so spent some hours, either walking around, talking with people, or standing, with his head down, on his counter.  Boolaboola, was first upset, because someone asked, for her work-station, and it was given, to that person, and she complained loudly about that, and did get, to be, at the front of the line, near Doright.  Then Boolaboola, who actually does process items, though she might hoard good carts, to do so, got to observe Doright, doing the same chute, over and over, and that seemed, to aggravate her, so that she left early, saying she had, a medical appointment, the next day.  From Boolaboola’s perspective, she seeks, to do a good job, and here was someone, Doright, getting a better rate than she, while he was doing, very little actual work.  I wondered, if there was an intention, to aggravate Boolaboola, as her actual work, makes her, part of the honest competent group.  When I can receive, a production warning, and am actually facing, the possibility, of a third production warning, which could jeopardize my job, when I do a good job, and someone else, who does the same items repeatedly, so is doing, very little actual work, but has a high rate, then gets commended, for that high rate, it can seem obvious, that the ’thing to do’, is to ‘go with the flow’, and artificially boost one’s rate…  I suppose, ultimately, it could be, the stock-holders, who are being knowingly defrauded, by management…

I suppose, our national economy, when based on borrowing and debt, is a form of fraud, as it is a balloon, which perhaps must eventually burst, and then there comes, economic depravation, for many, and those who lived on borrowed funds, then point fingers, at others, seeking to avoid being blamed, and act surprised, when there was, nothing to be surprised about, just a matter of when this might occur, rather than if it might occur.

I bravely, or foolishly, or stubbornly, face each new day, at Amazon, with a happy smile, cheerful disposition, and hope, and, some days, this endures, and on others, there comes, frustration and aggravation, which can also, eventually pass.  I remain thankful, that there are, good people, who help to make things better, for most everyone, at Amazon.  My place, has been among, the honest competent hard workers, and this has been accepted, by the corrupt, as they know, that someone, has to actually do, some work.  However, times have somewhat changed, as required rates, keep getting higher, reflecting the artificially boosted rates, which raise the group average.  And now, it might seem necessary, to artificially boost one’s rate, at times at least, just to keep ‘making rate’.  There are workers, who only artificially boost their rates, and then spend, much of their time, doing little or nothing.  Under Jack’s ‘administration’, my rate, was used, as a bellwether, an indication, of what an actual rate, for some who actually worked, should be.  However, when management changed, and we got new managers, who were ignorant, of the actual situation, then my performance, seemed to become, frowned upon…

Perhaps at least half, of our workers, on this day, were ‘new faces’.  Amazon says, it is keeping a secret, of which day, is going to be, ‘Prime Day’, and is instead, focusing on having, a ‘Prime Week’.  One might think, that buyers might be, as confused, as workers, about this.  It’s like Amazon is saying to buyers, we are going to have, a big sale, on one day, during this particular week, but won’t say, on which day, the sale prices, will be offered, as if buyers, will check, on each and every day, to see which day, the special prices, might be offered.  Buyers might actually, refrain from buying, as they seek to wait, for this ‘special day’...  Some might be, without any surprise, if special prices, seemed to fail to appear, on any of these days.  I suppose, this might be similar, to the special displays, of items at grocery stores, which turn out, to not have, any discount, but which might actually be, higher priced, than regular items elsewhere.  One might assume, that these special displays, reflect special prices, when they do not.  I tend to suspect, that Amazon’s acceptance, of new workers, is actually intended, to gain new customers, rather than, to gain new workers.  I am now, most tempted, to cancel, my Amazon Prime membership, and to rest content, buying locally.

So, I did process, many actual items, during first half, most two-item-per-slot carts, and had a somewhat low rate, of 167.  During second half, I did slightly, artificially, boost my rate, when I finally was able, to get for myself, a cart, with some good slots.  However, when I was, about half-way, through that cart, I was then asked, to work, packing for Problem-Solve.  I helped Sally, and quickly caught up, with the back-log.  I then alternated, packing from Single Totes, when there was, a lack of work, from Problem-Solve.  I was, slightly distressed, to find, that five out of seven, of the first orders, brought to me, by Problem Solve were wrong.  The paperwork, was for different items, than the ones, brought to me, with the paperwork, or else, they had, the wrong quantity, or were a mix, of right and wrong items, which had just been repeatedly scanned, to get the correct virtual amount, of the correct item, but which actually had, the wrong items among them.  These people, have one of the easiest jobs, in Amazon, and yet, they fail to do it properly…  To me, Amazon is a ‘bottom of the line’ type job, but one, that is, about ‘all that is left’, within the US, as our manufacturing jobs, the item creation positions, have been sent elsewhere, for cheap foreign labor.  Amazon is a good starter job, to help people, learn proper work habits, which they can then use, at better employers.  However, some of these people, even those, who have the mental and physical ability, to actually do, a good job, instead seek, to ‘get over’, to cheat, or to do nothing, and then they develop, these poor work habits, and grow older, and then have to face, younger competition, for the same stuff, from people, who might actually be inclined, to seek to do, a good job.  So, on one hand, you have our government, false fraudulently, promoting an economy, based on debt, and, on another hand, you have workers, who seek, to get paid, for doing nothing…  Perhaps this is somewhat, like a fuse, burning at both ends, which then, might either fizzle out, or explode.

Part of me, is glad, that I did, artificially boost my rate, when I first had, a chance, and need, to do so, as I only had, limited opportunity, to do so.  I do suspect, that my ‘behavior’, helped to get me moved, to Problem-Solve, though it is possible, that Problem Solve needed, someone who actually, does pack items.  My mood calmed, and the ‘work-day’ ended.  I worked, a full shift, and shared candy, with many people, including with, security personnel, as I departed.  I am living, under, the ‘sword of Damocles’, at work, and for now, at home, as I face, the city’s threats, against my property.

There was, a news report, that North Korea, is about to test, a ballistic missile, in violation, of United Nations resolutions…  South Korea, Japan, and the US, are said to be, preparing to take, ‘appropriate action’, and shall again seek, to hit the North Korean missile, to test their anti-missile systems.  Thus far, neither the North Korea tests, nor attempts to hit North Korean missiles, have been entirely successful.  Zero North Korean missiles, have yet been hit, and not all North Korean missiles, have operated properly.  Thus far, thankfully, at least, there have been, neither a serious accident nor incident…

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to each dog.  I enjoyed, two episodes, from season four, of Married With Children, which helped me, to smile and laugh.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners.  I had left, the top off, of the hydrogen peroxide container, and fear, it lost, some of its potency.  I went to sleep, around 5:50am.  It was, very bright outside, as daylight, had certainly arrived.  It was warm, in my living-room.  I took off, my shirt.  I awoke, at 8:30am, and found, two poop piles.  I put Friend outside.  I turned on, the coffee-warmers.  I returned to sleep, until 10:30am, and then was unable, to return to sleep.  I hoped, to at least doze, or rest, until 12:30pm, but did arise, around 11:45am.  The day was overcast, and luke-warm.  At least, there were, some occasional wind gusts.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I did not feel ‘rested’.  I removed, the two poop piles.

I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, and added, one piece of art, to the PDF version.  I spent, nearly two hours, to finish the straightening, of my garage.  I really struggled, to separate, some pieces of wood, which were nailed together.  The wood handle, of my hammer broke, as I sought, to pry apart, these pieces of wood.  I also had to stop, as I did have, a sudden sharp chest pain, but that faded, as I rested.  I considered myself fortunate, that the garage, did not collapse upon me…  I got some heavy pieces, of furniture, like that nearly all-glass bureau, moved to a side, and out of the way, of the Isuzu.  Once the garage, had been ’prepared’, I then sought, to start the Isuzu.  My first discovery, was that, wasps had nested, in the vehicle, and one of them, stung me.  Fortunately, I do not react, to that venom, and the pain was bearable.  The Isuzu was dead.  The Isuzu battery, was on the passenger side, and the Elantra battery, is on the driver side, so I would need, to move the Elantra, to somewhat alongside the Isuzu, to seek to jump-start it.  However, that could mean, damaging or killing, some Azaleas.  I sought, to push the Isuzu, but was unable, to do so.  I asked Ramboi, if he could help me, but he had hurt his foot.  We decided, to wait until the next day, when more guys, might be available, at Ramboi’s, to help with that task.  Harmony, is housing a dog, at Ramboi’s, and Louise, strongly objects to this.  Harmony asked, if I might house this animal, for her, for a while.  I said, I would have, to think about it.  I definitely, do not wish, to financially afford, a third dog.  I closed the garage doors.

I washed my torso, with a damp cloth.  I put on deodorant.  I fed my fish.  I fed the dogs.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I updated these notes.  My arm twanged, with occasional slight pain, from the wasp sting.  I was glad, to be able, to remain unconcerned, about this sting.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I folded, a very big piece of plastic, maybe 10 feet wide, by 20 feet long.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I looked, slightly gaunt…  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed coffee, supplied by Amazon, in the upstairs break-room, before work began.  I was pleasantly surprised, that Floyd was back to work, on this day, as I had anticipated, that he would claim, this day off, from work, on vacation.  Floyd told me, that there had been, an error, which then required him, to be at work, on this day.  Floyd did enjoy, the vacation days, which he had.  Kramer joined us.  Kramer had lost his job with Amazon, due to use, of too much unpaid time off, beyond his allotted quota, but then got hired, by Integrity, and now works again, at our facility, for Integrity, and perhaps, might be able, to transfer, back to Amazon, as did Doright.  Some of Amazon’s benefits, are based, on length of continuous employment, and thus Kramer did lose that, even if he is, hired again, by Amazon, after some time, with Integrity.

This turned out, to be, a good day, for me, with Amazon, and I was glad, to be there.  I refrained, from artificially boosting my rate, and had an honest rate, of 211, for the first half.  Corrine came to me, and commended me, for a good week, ‘last week’, which ended yesterday.  That was nice, and I do appreciate, getting positive feedback.  My pace, remains the same, but my rate, can vary, depending on, what type of items, I have to work with.  Corrine said, that she would like, for me to work, with Facilities, on a day next week, to help set up supplies, for work-lines.  On this ‘day’, I did have, many good carts, and handled, many priority items, for Roy.  I also helped Roy, to pack some items, which were facing, a tight deadline.  I do like Roy, and hope for the best for him.  Apparently Roman, asked for more work, perhaps in part, influenced by, the high virtual rates, of those, who are artificially boosting their rates.  Perhaps this might put, some pressure, upon Roy, to disfavor, the artificial boosting of rates…

There was an ‘all-hands meeting’.  Jackie kindly made a point, to say hello to me.  I sat with Floyd.  Colonel, our general manager, of the facility, spoke in a somewhat jovial, though professional and thorough, manner.  Colonel made a comment, about people considering, where they might like to be, with family, after two more years, with Amazon, and I ‘joked’, ‘by their graves’, though not in one myself…  I suppose, I was experiencing, some oxygen deprivation, from the COPD, which impacts my humor’…  Amazon is seeking, to have everyone, have ‘happy faces’, for the new workers to experience.

I enjoyed, friendly banter, during breaks, with Floyd, Caruso, Bluster, Jean-Paul, Winston, Friday, Susie, and Lilly, among others.  There was a news report, that North Korea, had tested, two ballistic missiles.  One test was said, to have failed, but the second, was successful, and the rocket, made it into space, before returning, to land in the ocean, about 250 miles, from where it had been launched.  Apparently, South Korea, Japan, and the US, refrained, from seeking to shoot at that missile.

I thought some, about what to do, with my truck, and how to do it.  I decided, that I would prefer, to turn the truck around, and back the truck, into my garage, so that if I need, to jump-start it, in the future, I can more easily access, its battery.  I wondered, if I could jump-start, the Isuzu, in reverse…  I have, a slow-charge device, to restore the Isuzu’s battery, though that could take, some time to accomplish.  I suppose, I could put, the good battery, from the Elantra, into the Isuzu, and start the Isuzu, in that way, if the batteries, are interchangeable…

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd and Roberto, as I departed.  I shared candy, with many people, including Godfrey, who seems to remain, slightly disgruntled, and with security personnel, as I departed.  It was, a good day, for me, with Amazon, and I was glad, to be there.  I had a good rate, and worked hard, and enjoyed some pleasant company.  I appreciate, the positive feedback, from Corrine.  I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.

I released Dikaia, from her chain.  I gave hot-dogs, to both dogs.  I kept the back-door closed, and there were, no messes, during the ‘evening’, or morning hours…  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season four, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, in daylight, around 5:40am.  I awoke, around 6:30am, and moved, to the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster.  I awoke again, around 8:30am, with a big rain-storm, which brought with it, some very nice cool air.  I awoke again, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I sought sleep, but was unable, to gain it.  I arose, around 11:30am.  I still felt, too tired, to go outside, and get the battery, from the Isuzu. I also have, some ‘digging out’ to do, to get the battery-charger, from a cabinet, in my kitchen.

I was very tired.  My COPD was moderate.  My body was tired.  My arms were tired.  I was short of breath.  I was just, not energetic enough, to deal with the Isuzu…  Adrien told me, that Mike2, is getting a divorce, and that Mike2 must find, a place to stay, within a couple of weeks.  Mike2, did not exactly, ‘burn his bridges’, when he departed, from my place, but he did, abandon those bridges, both with me, and with Adrien and Ramboi.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then a bit later, the other.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to the dogs outside.  Dikaia wandered, but returned quickly, when I called for her.  I then put Dikaia, onto the chain outside.  At least the day, was overcast, and thus, cooler.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  I received, a nice telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, who acknowledged receipt, of my letter, and said, that she is facing, a hectic month, with work, moving, and two tests, for her job.

I found, it was easy, to retrieve, my battery-charger, and it was also easy, to remove the battery, from the Isuzu, which I then connected, to the battery-charger, in my kitchen.  I put on, a shirt and shoes, but was too tired, to shower…  I went, to a Wawa, and got cigarettes, and $10 worth of fuel.  The lowest price per gallon, is around $2.15, and, in my opinion, that remains a tribute, to Obama’s policies.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought a 33-pound bag, of dry ‘kibble’, dog-food.  I called Tad, and confirmed, that he would visit, this ‘evening’, and so I bought, some fresh meat, to share with him.  I also got, canned soups and fruit, and frozen dinners.  I went, to PetSmart, in Colonial Heights, and bought $40 worth of fish.  I had intended, to limit myself, to spending $20, but then bought, one expensive fish, a beautiful male beta, and decided, to allow myself, to spend $30, but somehow, the bill, got to $40.  I got mostly guppies, and some platies, and a pair of marble mollies.  I took River Road, a scenic drive, back to my home.  I enjoyed, nice music, and cool air-conditioning.  This day, and yesterday, turned the tide, in my life, at least temporarily, and things now seem ‘okay’, even ‘good’.

I returned, to my home, and gave a hot-dog, to each dog.  I put the bags with fish, into the aquarium, for the temperature, to become the same, as the aquarium water, which takes, about 15 to 20 minutes.  That way, when the new fish, are released, they do not, go into shock, due to water temperature difference.  I put away, the things I had purchased, at Food Lion.  I did leave unfrozen, two nice big hamburgers, to prepare later, for Tad and myself.  I shaved.  I released the fish.  I updated these notes.  I fed the fish.  I gave a meal, to the dogs.  I visited, with Adrien, Ramboi, and Harmony, as a storm growled.  Harmony’s dog, Axle, accepted me.  I was told, that there had been, some golf-ball- and soft-ball-size hail, this morning.  I put away, some music CDs, from the Elantra, and put some others, into that vehicle.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook.  I wished a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me on FaceBook, with birthdays on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, and poked those, suggested by FaceBook.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Terry-B, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I departed, after about two hours on-line, in order to get home, by the time, when Tad, was to call.

I called Tad, when I failed to hear from him, but failed, to get an answer, and his voice-mail, could not accept messages.  I rested content, knowing that Tad, would see, a missed call, from me, and I knew, he could call me.  Apparently, Tad’s plans had changed, after we spoke, in the afternoon.  It is ‘proper manners’, to let others know, when one’s plans have changed, or else those others, might then refrain, from making plans with one.  Tad has now moved, into the category, of people, whose words, lack meaning…

I enjoyed, three episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone.  I ate some snack crackers, and then dozed twice, during a 40-minute period.  I enjoyed three movies, one being Creed, starring, among others, Sylvester Stallone, and Michael B. Jordan.  I can easily recommend Creed, and it brought me, some tears.  It is inspiring, to see people, even fictional ones, continue to seek, to do as well as they can.

I sought sleep, around 4:30am, but remained awake, even though, my living-room, was cool and comfortable.  I gave up, on sleep, around 5:55am, and enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I was very tired, and my COPD, was moderate.  At least, my battery-charger, now indicated, that the Isuzu battery, had been charged.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, and fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.

It was 7:00am, and ‘the moment of truth’, had arrived, for me to seek to start, the Isuzu.  I put on shoes, and a shirt, and brushed my hair, then put the battery, into the Isuzu.  I still got a dead sound, lack of any sound, but my dash lights lit, indicating there was some power.  I considered, that the battery, was not charged powerfully enough, to start the Isuzu.  I tried to push the Isuzu, but was unable, to budge it.  And that effort, winded me totally…  I decided, to ‘bite the bullet’, and put the Elantra, on the far side, of the Isuzu, though doing so, put some cherished plants at risk.  Even with the jumper cables, attached from the Elantra, to the Isuzu, with the Elantra running, the Isuzu, failed to start, though this time, I did get, a clicking sound, which was some progress.  I began to consider, that something besides the battery, might be a problem.  I tried calling Hessbie, to see if he might be able, to give a clue to me, about the clicking sound, but I failed, to get an answer.  I got the hammer, out of the Isuzu.  I had broken, the ‘house hammer’, but did have another, in the Isuzu, for ‘work’.  I banged a few metal things, including the positive terminal, of the battery, and noticed, a decrease in power, in the Elantra, after I had done so, which to me, indicated that perhaps, a better connection, had thus been made.  I was able, to get the Isuzu to start, and then moved, the Elantra, out of the way, and then backed the Isuzu, onto the street, and then backed it, up into my driveway.  However, the tires slid, when on, my garage floor, and failed to gain traction, so I was unable, to get the Isuzu, into the garage.  I went forward, then backed up again, this time with momentum, and did get the Isuzu, backed into my garage.  Oh happy day…

I enjoyed some friendly banter, with Ramboi.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, and then, fed my fish.  I rescued, a ‘catfish’, actually a loach, which had become trapped, between the glass, and a decorative piece of wood…  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to the dogs.  I also was able, to locate, the missing metal food bowl…  With so little sleep, during the past two days, and the exertion, my COPD was certainly aggravated, and I lacked much energy.  I think the word, is ‘exhausted’…

I watched a long movie, just over three hours in length, called Shackleton, about a British Antarctic explorer, who sought, to cross Antarctica, on ‘land’.  However, his ship, became caught, and crushed, by ice, and he was fortunate, to get his 27 men, to Elephant Island, where they lived, under two overturned life-boats, for four months…  They survived, in part, by eating penguins and seals.  The third life-boat, was used, by Shackleton and five other men, to journey, from Elephant Island, to South Georgia Island, a journey of 832 miles.  That trip, is considered to be, a great feat, an extraordinary struggle, against strong winds, tall waves, and fierce currents, as well as, the freezing temperatures.  Shackleton was able, to get a ship, and return to Elephant Island, and rescued, all of his men.  Shackleton kept a journal, with some fine descriptive writing, of this journey.

Tad called me, and explained, that he had fallen asleep, shortly after speaking with me, during mid-afternoon, the previous day, and had slept, without awakening, until this morning, around 9:00am.  Tad said, he now faced, a five-hour class, to get a Commercial Driver’s License, and then, work until 4:30am.  Tad said, he wished to plan, on visiting me, next Thursday.

I started to experience, one of three documentaries, related to Shackleton’s struggle to survive, but fell asleep, perhaps around 1:00pm.  I slept, until 4:30pm.  I arose, and enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I felt, both full, and tired, and was without appetite.  At least there was, a light overcast, which helped, to block the sun, and kept us slightly cooler, than we might have otherwise been.  I enjoyed, watching my fish.  I fed my fish.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain outside, and then gave a meal, to the dogs.  I arrived, at McDonald’s, at about the same time, as I would have arrived, at Amazon, had this been, a work ‘day’.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  There was a Fox News report, that Hawaii, had passed, gun control registration laws, which now put, a list, of gun owners, into an FBI database.  While most focused, on Hawaii’s act, I note, that there exists, and perhaps already existed, an FBI database, of gun owners…

I also noted, that Hillary and Trump, mostly engage, in ‘mud-slinging’, engage in focusing, upon what is wrong, with the other candidate, without providing, any positive substance, about themselves.  Hillary is following Trump’s example, and focuses, on each issue, that Trump focuses upon.  Trump says Hillary, is a liar, and Hillary responds, that Trump is a liar.  Trump says, that Hillary is a fraud, a criminal, and Hillary responds, that Trump is a fraud, a criminal.  Trump says, that Hillary, lacks business or executive competency, and Hillary responds, that Trump lacks, business or executive competency.  One aspect of this, is that Trump, is displaying leadership, while Hillary, is reactive, a follower…

There was a focus, upon Mia Love, a black woman, who is now being considered, as a Vice Presidential candidate, with Trump. I found this to be exciting, and gave to me, more hope, for a Trump victory, as he should have, some black support, to win this election.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Koko, who recently had, a 75th birthday, and yet continues to work, at McDonald’s.  I also enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Sandoval, a youth who works, at McDonald’s, and often spends time, near where I sit.  Adam and Elizabeth, also share paths, with me, occasionally at this McDonald’s.

I gladly accepted, requests to connect with me, on FaceBook. I wished, a happy, healthy, and harmless, birthday and year, to those connected with me, on FaceBook, with birthdays, on this day.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Dakota County Paranormal, Zak-S, Elizabeth-J, and Zachary-SS, among others.  I enjoyed beauty, shared by Natasha-R, and Tod-W, among others.  I shared items, on my FaceBook time-line, from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I continue, to promote Writing On the Wall, and The Thought of Christos, rather than, The Life of Christos series.  I remain willing, to pay for promotion, of The Life of Christos, on FaceBook, but have refrained, due to Amazon’s suppression, of the web-sites, for The Life of Christos.  I spent, around three hours, on-line at McDonald’s.

There was a news report, mentioning that the people of Britain, had voted, to leave, the European Union.  Obama had said, that if the British people, voted to leave, the European Union, that he would further minimize, relations with Britain, and that Britain, might even suffer, some penalties, from the US.  To some Britains, the issue, was independence and sovereignty, contrasted with, being governed, by a higher authority, as a state, within the European Union.  Britain has, its own economic market, the Common Market, composed of states, that had been, colonized by Britain.  I find British colonialism, to have been commendable, in that they sent in teachers and administrators, and educated and trained, the residents of their areas, to govern themselves, and have birthed, many self-governing democracies.  The US stock market, dropped 611 points, allegedly in reaction, to this news, though some of this, could be transitional, in expectation, of a change in administration, of the US economy, if Trump wins.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, the three documentaries, about the Shackleton journey, from Elephant Island, and then, across South Georgia Island.  I also enjoyed, six episodes, from season one, of Andromeda, a science-fiction television series, starring, among others, Kevin Sorbo.  I felt ‘full’, but nonetheless, did have, a can of soup, and a small bag, of artificial crab-meat.  A storm arrived, and brought with it, some cooler air.  I had left open, my front door, with lattice across its opening, to help retain, the dogs inside.  I welcomed, the cooler air.  Roger called me, and I thanked him, for his doing so.  We enjoyed, a nice conversation, and he told me, that he now works, at a Chester location, thanks to his mother, who gives to him, rides to and from work.  Roger told me, that electrical power, had been knocked out, for a short while, in Chester.  Roger has begun, to get a tattoo, to honor his deceased father.  Hessbie sent to me, a telephoned text message, advising me, to disconnect, both terminals, from the Isuzu battery, to help it, to retain, its electrical power.  Hessbie told me, that Whymaster’s roomer, Floyd, has passed on.  Floyd helped to provide, some stability for Whymaster, for many years.

I dozed, a couple of times, for short periods.  I went to sleep, around 5:00am.  I awoke, around 6:30am, and then again, at 8:00am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until nearly 10:00am, at which time, I did arise.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then the other.  I enjoyed ‘mellow morning’ music, with left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I appreciated, the cool comfortable, air, with my thanks, to God, and my other allies.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and then made selections, of beauty, wit and wisdom, to seek to share, with my FaceBook and email connections.  I made a piece of art, and promotional art, for The Thought of Christos, from an image, of a new crop circle.  I polished the text, of this chapter, and added, that piece of promotional art, for The Thought of Christos, to the PDF version.  I disconnected, the connections, to the Isuzu’s battery.  I put some, of the wood, from the garage, into Ramboi’s yard, where he had said, for me to place it.

Lord and allies ~ I hope, for only safe and pleasant journeys, on all roadways, at all times, and hope that life, is as pleasant as possible, and I hope to remain guided, upon paths of long-term comfort, which includes health, that is as good as possible, which is as painless as possible, and long-term contentment, including happiness and joy.  I hope my life, enjoys love, kindness, consideration, respect, hospitality, and some appreciation, for that which I do, and financial fair trade.

Onwards with a smile...

~  62  ~

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