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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 am thankful, to Whymaster, for his insistence, that I try Bronchaid.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  Fox News reported, Hillary had cancelled, a campaign visit, to Las Vegas, Nevada.  Hillary has remained, out of public view, since she left, her daughter’s residence, after resting there, for two hours, after her collapse, at the 9-11 memorial service.  A commentator, commended Hillary, for her stamina, in continuing her campaign schedule, even with her health challenge(s).  I am mindful, that I also, first had, a serious coughing attack, which made me feel, like I might die, and then, thereafter, had pneumonia, which required, a five-day hospital stay, and I have enjoyed, some quality of life, for almost two years now, since November 2014.  I mused, that it might seem ’irresponsible’, to Hillary’s supporters, for Hillary, to have continued, to risk her health, and my ‘reactive mind’, might suggest, that Hillary’s motivation, might be ‘greed’…

I spoke with Gammel, about what might occur, if Hillary, were to win, the election, against Trump, and then die, before the inauguration.  One might assume, that the Vice Presidential candidate, might become President, but I suspect, that all sides, might wish to have, new elections, and perhaps, both the Republican and Democratic political parties, might wish to promote, their own candidates.  Perhaps the only certainty, is that, there would be, an argument, a ‘discussion’, a ‘dialogue’, about what to do next.

Sally forgot her wallet, and was without water.  I gladly bought, a water for her, from the Bistro, though I remain reluctant, to use it, as Amazon is so riddled, with computer errors, that I might fear, being wrongly identified, and fired, as a thief, so I have stayed away, from being in proximity, to the Bistro.  Carrie had brought, and shared with many people, including me, some delicious, pumpkin and ginger cake, a nice treat.  I told Sally, about the Bronchaid, as she knows someone, who might benefit, from it.

I felt good, on this day, and attributed this great improvement, to the Bronchaid.  I was aware, that my strengthened lungs, could be harmful, to my heart, if the change, is too sudden.  Both my heart, and lungs, were weakened, and to improve one, can add stress, to the other.  I am reminded, of a vehicle, which wears gradually, through time, and all of its parts, wear together, at about the same rate.  If a person, then replaces, one hose, that new hose, can carry, more material, which then stresses, the other older parts, and can result, in another one breaking, a process which can repeat, until all the parts, are once again, harmonized with one another.

I told Augustus, about the improvement, in my health.  I was reminded, of a blurb, which I favored, which said, that some people, might enjoy, a ‘windfall’, which generally means, getting a significant amount, of money.  For me, being more able to breathe, is a ‘windfall’…  Danny joined, Floyd and I, for lunch, as did Sally, and then Carrie.  I told Danny, about the Bronchaid, as his mother, has COPD.  Danny recently, had a health challenge, which required, an operation, but he is okay now.

I enjoyed, one break, with Lilly, who told me, that she had, previously worked, for Kroger’s, a grocery store, and had been with them, for eight years, as a part-time worker, even though, she would often, work 11 consecutive, 40-hour weeks, and then have, a 20-hour week, so that Kroger, could avoid, making her full-time, and thus avoid, giving ‘benefits’ to her, which were reserved, or required by law, for full-time workers.  When Amazon, offered an opportunity, to work full-time, to Lilly, with benefits, she gladly accepted this.  I recall, being in, a similar situation, when I worked, for Sears.  Those who work, full-time, for 12 consecutive weeks, are automatically made, into full-time workers, and thus, some companies, will classify, a worker, as part-time, and have them work, 40-hour weeks, for 11 consecutive weeks, and then cut their hours, each 12th week.

Lilly told me, that it had been Jonas, rather than Khan, who had been, escorted from the building. Khan was at work, on this day.  Lilly said, that she believed, that Jonas, was ‘targeted’.  Jonas had been, a competent, hard-worker, who then joined, the corrupt group.  Jonas would cheat, by artificially boosting his rate, and also, would hunt through the work-lines, to grab good totes, for Singles packing.  But, what allegedly, was used, against Jonas, was ‘time off task’.  Lilly said, that the alert, to management, for time off task, had been reduced, to three minutes, from five minutes, without any warning, being given to workers, that this change had been made.  Given that workers, are supposed, to be working, I believe, management lacked any need, to warn workers, about this change.  I remember, boss Jack, telling me, that he could do nothing, about idle workers, until they had, two hours, of time off task, during a half-shift, which is five hours long.

Work was okay.  I enjoyed, quick hazardous warning label approvals, thanks to Betty, and Selassie.  I worked, at a good pace.  The carts, were so-so, as was my rate, around 168.  There was, a ‘power hour’ for Single Packers, which Bap won, with an official absurd rate, of 173, though she was absent, for some of that time.  Bap was ahead of me, so I could observe her, and I never saw her, artificially boost her rate, but she did remain, after everyone left, for our meal-time break.  I suspect, that Bap, was able, to alter, a data field, to boost her rate.  Roy loudly applauded, Bap’s high rate, during our stand-up meeting.  I considered, this might be, a signal, that artificial boosting, is now, once again, ‘tolerated’

I had started work, with a good mood, and an attitude, that my being fired, could be, a form of ‘liberation’, and that the good health, which I might now, be able to enjoy, for a while, might be more appreciated, by me, if I were, to be at home, writing books, promoting books, and more leisurely, enjoying life.  Other than, the monthly car payment, I like to think, that I could be comfortable, on Social Security income.  I do view, this change, in my health, as ‘miraculous’, a very big positive mood booster.  I could actually imagine, going to a gym, or even having sex.  I did become, slightly disturbed, at the somewhat open return, of corruption, though at least, it is, perhaps, slightly more discreet.  However, a rate of 173, in Singles, where a normal high rate, might be, around 100, seemed a bit ‘glaring’…

I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  It was, an ‘okay day’, for me.  I worked, a full shift, which allows me, to begin financially recovering, after paying, my property tax.  There was, a significant constriction, of my chest, as I departed, from work.  I attributed this, to my body relaxing, after all the activity, of hours of aerobic work.  I remain mindful, that even if, my work pace, remained about the same, my body, was probably receiving, more oxygen than normal, which increased, the ‘fuel’, to my heart and lungs, so there could have been, more stress, on my heart and lungs.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I thought some, of Russ, and just hope, he gets his life together.  I think, the music, to which I listened, might have, reminded me, of Russ.  The outside air, was ‘temperate’, cool and comfortable.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave two hot-dogs, to her, and had two myself.  Dikaia’s back, near her tail, was itchy, and I rubbed that area, for her.  Dikaia definitely, has fleas…  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  My living-room, was comfortable, though I still, went without, wearing a shirt.  I received, a telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, saying she would soon, be sending something, to me.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 9:30am.  My living-room, was very comfortable.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 11:30am.  I then dozed, making a point, to feel and savor, the comfortable air temperature.  I ‘awoke’ again, at 12:59pm, and then arose.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia continued to sleep, for another half-hour.  I gave a hot-dog to Dikaia, and then she roamed, so I kept her inside, for a while, and when Dikaia, wished to go outside, I put her, onto her chain.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, and ‘mellow morning’ music, as I updated these notes.  It has been a while, since I enjoyed music, in my office, and I viewed, my wishing to do so, as a sign, of my spirit, being more at peace.  My COPD, was moderate, when I first got up, the type where breathing, can be a challenge, like seeking to inhale, a wall, or a cigar, but that did pass.  I refrained, from taking a Bronchaid capsule.  I know, that taking too much, of something, can reduce its effectiveness, what is called, ‘building a ‘tolerance’’, to a substance, so that more is needed, to achieve, the same result.  I wish to minimize, the chance, of building a ‘tolerance’, or dependence.  I was slightly gaunt.

I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I made fresh coffee.  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.  I got dressed.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I did feel, my COPD, but refrained, from taking, another Bronchaid, as I wish to avoid, wasting its perhaps, limited time of effectiveness, on time at work…  I am also, carefully observing, what happens, whenever I do use Bronchaid.  I did eat, one generic aspirin, to help reduce, the chances, of a pressure headache, from the increased oxygen.  I do note, that while I felt, some benefit, from taking Bronchaid one time, it was the second use, two days later, that really seemed, to make a more significant difference.  I was still feeling, some benefit, from the first use, when I took Bronchaid, the second time.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Hessbie, to tell him, that the Bronchaid, had made, a significant good difference.  My office, started to feel warm, mainly from, the heat, generated by my computer.

I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home. I felt okay, though I was, slightly tired.  Winston later explained to me, that Bronchaid, might contain, some ‘speed’ or amphetamine type elements, which can reduce one’s appetite, and also, cause one, to feel tired, as it wears off, a withdrawal effect.  I suspect, that the Bronchaid, in allowing one’s body, to do more, might then influence, for one to feel, more tired afterwards, because one’s body, has done more, than it had become, accustomed to doing.  I thanked Winston, for helping me, to become aware, of Bronchaid, and told him, that for me, with my bronchial health challenge, this medication, was exactly, what my body might need.

Sassy joined me, in the break-room, before work began.  I mentioned, to Sassy, that the high rate, for Singles, the previous day, had been, a 173, by Bap, and I doubted, that was legitimately possible.  Sassy said, that she herself, could do, the 173, in Singles, or even 200.  I told Sassy, that normally, there are, too many little things, that can go wrong, for one to be able, to maintain, such a high rate.  Sassy insisted, that she, as a norm, can have, that high rate, though she normally, is part, of the Safety Committee, an ‘easy job’, just walking around, and observing things, without actually, doing any packing work.

I told Sassy, that a good rate, in Singles, would be, between 90 and 110.  Sassy took, the work-station, assigned to me, by Roy, in Singles, and then later, Roy moved her, out of it, to another, but I was stuck, with the one, I had to go to instead.  Sassy’s posted first-quarter rate, was 97, which was excellent, in my opinion, but when I told Sassy, what her posted rate actually was, she insisted, that she had packed, a rate of 200.  I told Sassy, that I had seen, her posted rate myself.  Sassy continued to insist, that she had, a rate of 200.  I am uncertain, as to why, Sassy might have felt, that she had to insist, that her rate was 200, when a rate, of 97, was very good, or excellent.  I somewhat dismissed Sassy then, as a sociopath, a habitual liar.  My own, first quarter rate, was posted, as 84, but I had, two totes, with many of the same small item, which helps one, to increase one’s rate.

Roy moved Sassy, at least four times, but she maintained, an excellent work pace, and a good attitude.  I think Roy, was seeking to impress, upon Sassy, that she could not, just go, to any work-station, and ignore, his assignment, of a work-station, to her, as she had originally done.  I am mindful, that each time, that one is moved, to a new task or work-station, one must then adjust, to the new positioning, of supplies. 

I worked, a steady pace.  Packing Singles, can be, more physical work, than packing Multis, and I was careful, to remain aware, of what my body, was telling me, but my body, did seem, to be able, to handle this situation.  I am mindful, from body-building, that one’s body, can fail to alert one, at the time, of something being wrong, and then later, one might feel, an injury, due to what, one had done earlier.

Doright told me, that Roy is leaving, on a paternity leave, as his wife, is pregnant.  Doright told me, that Roy, already has, one child.  I was surprised, as Roy seems to speak, about what he did alone, on his time off.  Doright said, that when Roy departs, that Doright, will then have, Roy’s job.

Toward the end, of the ‘day’, Roy let some Single packers, leave with voluntary time off.  There were then, three packers, on my side, of our work-line.  There were times, when we lacked totes.  A Process Guide, brought to me, a cart, with 12 totes, each containing, all priority items, so I probably faced, over 100 priority items.  The girl, across the conveyor belt, from me, said she would help me, with these, as we lacked totes, on the conveyor belt.  Then Roy, told both of us, to go downstairs, to AFE.  It seemed, like Roy, would once again miss, getting done, the priority items…  As I walked, to AFE, I saw some, of the AFE packers, leaving, as if they had, been given, voluntary time off, or had just decided to leave.  AFE was full, of priority items.  I worked, near Wynn, and enjoyed, the nice music, in AFE.  More people, apparently simply departed, from AFE, as there seemed to be, less and less workers.  AFE missed, many many priority items.  It seemed odd to me, for both AFE and upstairs pack, to be sending people home, at a time, when there was, so much priority work, needing to be done, and then shuttling people around, to replace, the people, that had been sent home.  It just seemed, to lack sense.  And while, there might have been, less people working Multis, there seemed, to also be, a build-up, of Multi-Carts, which failed to get packed.

Box size assignments, indicated by the computer, were more often wrong, than correct.  I wondered, if Amazon, was seeking, some false profit, by packaging things, in larger boxes than necessary, in order to make, more money, from shipping charges.  On another hand, when people, are Prime members, their shipping costs, are to be, one flat monthly rate, so when Amazon, raises its shipping cost, this can be, a greater expense, for Amazon to cover…  Perhaps Amazon’s computer, is programmed, to raise shipping costs, to non-Prime members, and keep them proper, for Prime members?

I got an impression, that things were, a ‘mess’, a ‘train wreck’, everywhere.  I wondered, if some of the added stress, from management, is intended, to get people, to quit, before our facility, is closed.  Both Floyd and Augustus, urged me, to seek to endure.  I have, become neutral, uncaring, about whether or not, I retain this job.  However, on this day, I did not seek, to just give to myself, a pleasant day, and did seek, to work hard, though that can seem foolish, when my result, seems to be the same, either way…  I know, that during, a war-time economy, or during, tough economic times, or in, a ‘capitalist economic environment, things like good work habits, productivity, morale, and efficiency, are of great importance, and yet, it might seem, that workers, are being encouraged, to lose, all of those things.

Floyd told me, that Amazon, is now hiring people, only to fill, Pick positions, and then having, existing Pick workers, come to Pack, so that it can then, send them, back to Pick, after Peak.  Last year, people were hired, to work Pack, and then, after Peak, we had, an abundance, of people, who could do Pack, when we lacked Pack work.  Floyd said, the new manager, of Pick, is giving written warnings, to new workers, on their first day, or during their first week, which can result, in their being terminated.  Usually, there has been, a grace period, during training…  Amazon might seem, to be deliberately decreasing morale, which can result, in decreased efficiency and productivity.  There is definitely, an increase in talk, from workers, who are tired of Amazon.  I know, that the work itself, can be, a monotonous grind.  Part of me, wishes to minimize, the presence, of those who complain, as I would prefer, to find ways, to endure, but most everyone, seems to have complaints…  This would be, a great place, for negative psychic vampires, to feed.

Cochise spends his time, observing his lap-top, and then telling workers, what they did wrong.  Boss Corrine, gets to tell people, good news.  Cochise, just gets to tell people, or only seems, to tell people, bad news.  I suspect, that this, is Cochise’s first job, and he lacks, any Amazon experience, or work experience, and might even, think of himself, as slightly better, than those, who actually do work.  Those who actually do work, who have been, with Amazon for a while, seem to dislike Cochise.  Cochise tries, to stay aligned, with Roy, and acts, as if he is Roy’s underling, whereas, technically, Cochise would be, a boss of Roy.

I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  It was, a so-so day, with Amazon.  I did work hard.  I continue, to be amazed, at the improvement, of my health, thanks to the Bronchaid.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I gave two hot-dogs, to Dikaia, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season seven, of South Park.   One episode, focused on, the Mormon religion, and it was awesome, and was, the ‘bright spot’, of my ‘day’.  I believe, that Mormons, align with Christos, and have heralded, my life as Jualt.

One prophecy, heralding my life as Christos, are that I would help, to bring heaven on Earth, with my recognition, and honoring, of the things I teach, a thousand years, of ‘heaven on Earth’, until the next polishing touch, to help nurture and raise humanity, to help build and maintain ‘civilization’.  I believe Mormons, are intended, to help honor, my life as Christos.  Another prophecy, warns that I would be ignored, ‘defeated’, and that there would be, a thousand years, of ‘hell on Earth’, until the next polishing touch, to help nurture and raise humanity.  I think Jehovah’s Witnesses, are perhaps preparing, for the advent of Lucifer, and wish to survive, by portraying themselves, as useful sheep, to Lucifer.  I suspect, both prophecies, could be true.  In the short term, I am being ignored, suppressed, and my teachings, are being disdained, which lends itself, to the creation, of ‘hell on Earth’.  My teachings though, and remembrance of me, can help, to slowly nurture and raise humanity, even within that ‘hell’, and it can be hoped, that living in hell, might help, to motivate humanity, to wish to live, in better ways.  Perhaps there might be, some sort of ‘intervention’, a colonial administration, akin to ‘guidance counselors’, to help bring humanity, through adolescence, to adulthood.  The future, remains uncertain.  Seek to enjoy life today, in harmless ways, in ways that are overall, karmicly positive.

I went to sleep, around 5:50am.  My home, was warmer today, than yesterday, but okay.  I slept, until 12:09pm.  Dikaia wished, to go outside, so I got up.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia was tempted to roam, so I kept her inside, but then, she did wish, to go outside, and so, I put her, onto her chain.  I fed my fish.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  I edited, the previous chapter, of this journal.

I was, without any enthusiasm, about going to work.  This would be, the fourth work-day, since I took, a Bronchaid capsule.  I still feel, much better.  I felt ‘okay’.  There was, some tightness, across my chest, but I attributed this, to the highly aerobic work, of packing Singles.  I also felt, a little less tired.  I am refraining, from further use, of Bronchaid, until it wears off, in order to see, how long, its effects, actually last, for me.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself.  I did actually, feel a touch glad, my mood slightly better, yesterday, when anticipating, that this day, would be, my last work-day, of this work-week, and that was unusual, as usually, I get that mood boost, on the last day, of work.  My spirit did feel, a slight twinge of sorrow, as 4:00pm arrived, and the reality, of my going to work, began to intrude, upon my nice life.  I can easily recall, how tough, was my life, before Amazon employed me, and I remain thankful, to Amazon, for that.

My office, had become, quite warm, a touch steamy perhaps, most due, to the computer-generated heat.  I felt, a slight pressure head-ache, so ate, one aspirin.  I played three games, of Reversi-Othello, at a most difficulty setting, for me to win, and I won two, of these games, when playing first, and playing second.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I got dressed for work.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I enjoyed, three scrambled eggs, mixed with tuna-fish.  I had a good appetite, and could breath deeply, and both of these things, were a nice change.  I am unable, to easily recall, the last time, that I felt, like I had, a good appetite…  I fed my fish.  I put on Hulk cologne.  I drank, some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant, journey to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, in the upstairs break-room, before work began.  Floyd had noticed, a competent worker, being tempted, to become corrupt.  I told Floyd, that Roy, is like ‘Captain Corrupt’, in that he has tolerated, and protected, and thus fostered, those who artificially boost their rates, while creating challenges, and adversities, for those, who are competent.  I said, this might be, because those who are competent, might seem independent, or lack need, for ‘protection’.  Roy has favored, giving protection, to those, who might be unable, or unwilling, to be competent, and thus those, need his protection, to continue, to make their rates, with artificial boosting, thus enhancing, his position as their boss, while also, increasing his production numbers.

Friday wondered, if Hillary, had pneumonia, then why, had she been, kissing children, and having close contact, with so many strangers, when she might be contagious?

It was reported, that ‘rebels’, in the Ukraine, aligned with Russia, had declared, a unilateral cease-fire, and this was, the first time, for such a cease-fire, in the Ukraine.  I believe, this could be, a definite gesture, from Putin, in thanks to hope for peace, from Trump.  There was also, some very great news, of a cease-fire, in Columbia, between rebels and the government, bringing some hope, for peace, after 52 years, of warfare…

This became, a roller-coaster ‘day’, for me, at work…  At work, I have been, like a vehicle, with a diesel engine, that is constantly stopped, each time facing a hill, rather than being allowed, to enjoy, the solid smooth running, of an open road…

The start of my ‘work-day’, was ‘a bit rough’.  Sassy assumed the work-station, ahead of mine, although it had been assigned, to someone else, and she gave, the same lie, to the person, who was assigned there, as she had given to me, the previous day, when she had assumed, my assigned work-station, saying that she had been told, to just go, to where she had previously worked.  People’s identification pictures, are put into slots, to indicate their work-stations, at the start, of our day.  Sassy has ignored, this assignment board.  At least, on this day, Sassy took someone else’s work-station, rather than mine.

I was assigned, to the middle of a work-line, handling Single totes.  The advantageous position, is at the start, of these lines, as there, people can select, good totes, leaving less and less desirable totes, for selection, by those, further down the work-line.  Thus people, toward the end, of the work-line, might naturally have, lower rates, and that is, how it can be.

My work-station, had a scanner, which would fail, to register items, and I had to keep, a close watch upon it.  When it would freeze, as it did yesterday, I could minimize, or make smaller, the window on-screen, and then make it larger again, and that seemed, to reset the system, and allowed the scanner, to then work properly, for a while.  However, on this day, my computer mouse, failed to operate, and thus, I was unable, to easily minimize and maximize, the screen image, on my computer monitor.  I would have to restart my computer, to regain use, of the system.  I mentioned this challenge, to boss Yan, and he did get, a technician, to come to my work-station, and the situation, did seem, to become resolved.

There was, a lack of work, for Single totes.  I did grab, some extra totes, when they were available, to help me, to be able, to continue to work, when the conveyor belt, lacked totes.  There was, a build-up of carts, in Multi-Cart packing.  Augustus was baffled, that ‘management’, would put people, into their weak spots, rather than, placing them, where they excel.  This seemed, inefficient, to Augustus, and I would easily agree.

Yan approached me, and I thought, perhaps he might ask me, to work Multi-Carts, but instead, he asked me, to become ‘Pick-trained’.  I said, I had a concern that walking a lot, could be harmful, to my health.  Yan asked me, if my medical condition, was known, and I said yes.  I told Yan, that I had mentioned, to Cochise, earlier in the week, that I was experiencing, some benefit, from a new medication.  However, I do not have, an ‘accommodation’, because I have not needed one, to do Pack work.  I was worried, that some, might be seeking, to actually kill me.  I was resolved, to seek to do Pick, if need be, and, if I had, a medical challenge, or was hospitalized, I felt, that if I survived, then I should seek, a lawyer, to sue the managers personally, as well as Amazon.  And, though it never happens, when a boss, causes a worker, to die, then that boss, should face, criminal charges, of manslaughter.  That aspect, should at least, be considered, even if guilt, is never assumed.

Roy was assigned, to packing work, on this day, and I thus felt, that perhaps, my rate, might actually be authentic.  I realized, that knowing, that my rate, might be artificially lowered, regardless of how hard, I might actually be working, has perhaps been, more detrimental to me, than I had realized.  It has also seemed, that each time, that I have excelled, had a really good day, then thereafter, I have felt punished.  I have rarely felt recognized, or appreciated, by bosses, except perhaps, by Augustus, for my good work.  I suppose, overall, working for Roy, has been, ‘ a real ‘downer’’, upon my spirit.  I think Roy, has been against me, from the start, though I lack any idea, of why, as I was one, of the few people, who were kind to Roy, when he first arrived, and I have never, been adversarial to Roy, though at this time, I do prefer, distance from him.  Winston said, that ‘coincidentally’, Roy’s ‘paternity leave’, is to let Roy, miss this coming Peak…

The effect, of the Bronchaid, seemed to lessen, around midnight.  Perhaps the stress, of facing either a medical challenge, or leaving the job, impacted my body.  I thus concluded, that taking Bronchaid, is good for me, for about three or four days.  I suppose, that perhaps, it has also, been ‘a real downer’, upon my spirit, for me to be considering, that I am dying, and to be aware, at most all times, of what my health condition, might be, at that time, for even with the pendulum, and even seeking to enjoy life, I am mindful, that my health, is said to be, getting progressively worse, and yes, I can see the difference, between what I used to do, even a couple of years ago, and what I am doing now.  I heard tales, of three people, who have died, while doing Pick, and one, who might have been saved, except that people, seemed either fearful, or uncaring, and actually walked around, or over him, to continue to do, their Pick work, as he lay on the ground, and then did die.

Cochise said, there would be music, as long as, our group rate, was at, a certain level.  I suggested, that kindness, should be, a standard policy, rather than, being a ‘treat’.  Kindness can be, a morale booster, that motivates people, to do as well as they can.  One then might believe, that one is working, with a company, rather than, facing that company, as an adversary.  There are those, who fail to appreciate kindness, who view kindness, as a weakness.  A way, to tell, if kindness, is appreciated, is to be kind.  And, when kindness, is unappreciated, one might seek some distance, from those, who fail to appreciate kindness, but one should seek, to remain kind, and just be kind, to those, who might appreciate kindness.  The idea, is to build, an environment, where kindness, is appreciated, and one is less able, to build such an environment, without being kind…

Cochise has been, like a ‘harbinger of doom’, in that his visits, have only been, to tell people, what is wrong with them, and never, to say anything, that is encouraging.  I suspect, that Cochise, has been doing, what he has been told to do, and perhaps, he has been, misled by Roy.  On this day, with Roy, ‘out of the picture’, Cochise did commend some people, and was encouraging to others, and I greatly favor, this approach.

Yan asked me, to go to Multi-Cart, and I did so, though there turned out, to be, a lack of carts, in that work-line, so I went, to another work-line, and retrieved a cart, a Mega-B, a so-so cart, from there, as that was, the only one available, at that work area.  I handled, the priority items, in that cart.  Nobody had brought, that cart to anyone, even though, it turned out, to have priority items.  Augustus brought to me, a nice cart, with priority items, and I met the deadlines, of that cart’s items also.

Cochise asked me, to switch, to packing Single totes.  Cochise told me, that I had a rate, of 62, in Singles.  I figured, this was probably accurate, as there had been, some challenges.  I told Cochise, that I would try, to raise my rate.  Cochise said, he had faith in me.  I then had, a great final quarter.  I think, some inadvertently strong coffee, might have invigorated me.  I worked, near Stokley and Taloos, and both of them, were helpful to me.  Stokley and Andrew, loved an old song, as did I, and we all danced a little, as we worked.  I had a good water-spider, a new guy, Blacksmith.  I stock-piled, some totes, for times, when totes might become unavailable, on the conveyor belt, and this allowed me, to work continuously.  I worked, without disturbance, and was able, to gain and maintain, a good rate.  I could hear the music, and it was good at times, and my spirit, danced a bit, and I worked, fast and smoothly.  This was when I realized, that Roy, had probably impacted, my overall and-or automatic, work performance, with his artificial lowering, of my rate.  There was some advertisements, camping promotions, for Donald Trump, and it was nice, that nobody booed…  I think it was, beneficial for Trump, when people heard his name, associated with, music they enjoy.  Trump came to Amazon, and I was glad.  So, I had, ‘a good moment’, with Amazon, a great final quarter.  I gave, a good performance, in thanks to Cochise.

Doright reminds me, that I too, can be akin, to Doris, in Hello, My Name Is Doris…

My work-day, was made more pleasant, by Floyd, Sally, Doright, Stokley, and Augustus, among others.  I shared candy, with many people, throughout the work-day, including with security personnel, as I departed.  I was allowed to live…  Some people, take breathing, for granted…  I am, not among those…

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, though not both, at the same time, and I had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two great episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  I was comfortable, without a shirt, in the air current, from the big fan, given to me, by Pea.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  The air had cooled, and was nice.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, turned on, the second one.  I fed my fish, a short time later.  Dikaia did roam, and I kept her inside, for a while thereafter.  I then opened, the back door, and let her, come and go, as she pleased, and she did, remain at home.  I swept, the back-stoop, and walk-ways, and the bench, where Dikaia likes to sit.  I did this, without having, any health challenge, and I believe, this was, a change, a very nice change.  My COPD, was mild.  My body, was somewhat gaunt, more than slightly gaunt, but definitely, not as bad, as it normally had been, on my first day off from work, after four consecutive work days.  I was, however, tired…

I enjoyed, ‘mellow morning’ music, with left-over coffee, and fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I made two portraits, of a male face, and used them, as background, to make three pieces, of promotional art, for The Thought of Christos.  I very much enjoyed, the process, of making these, and think, that I ended up, with some, beautiful art.  I wrote a blurb, commending Bronchaid, to seek to share, with others, including specifically, with Royce, the radio talk show host, who was kind to me, and who suffers, from COPD.

I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I figured, I should check, my bank account balance, before making any purchases, so I refrained, from going, to a grocery store.  I received, a telephoned text message, from Leslie, asking when, we might talk.  I figured, I should check with Pea, to find out when, I should visit him, to help him, with his telephone’s pictures, before I advised Leslie, of when we might talk.  However, I got Pea’s voice-mail, and so left him, a message, inquiring as to when, during the next two days, might be good, for me to visit.  I then sent, a telephoned text message, to Leslie, and advised her, that this evening, after 10:00pm, could be, a good time, for us to converse.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Ramboi, and gave some money to him.  I told Ramboi, about my health improvement, thanks to Bronchaid.  I played, a game of Reversi-Othello, at a setting, which is normally, most difficult, for me to win, and gave the computer, the advantage, and I won.

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 sent an Instant Message, on FaceBook, to Royce-H, informing him, about Bronchaid.  However, in visiting Royce’s FaceBook page, I got a sad impression, that he died, prior to his mid-August birthday, due to his COPD.  I checked, my bank balance, and found I had, the extra funds, to be able, to comfortably afford, to purchase, season four, of Arrow, and season two, of Flash, which I had become aware, are now available, as I had packaged them, while at work.  I also purchased, season one, of Legends of Tomorrow, and spent, about eight hours’ income, for the three items.  I made those purchases, through SmileAmazon.com, so that a portion, of my purchase, would be donated, to a charity.  Amazon had sent, an email to me, indicating that season four, of Longmire, had been shipped, to me.

Whymaster sent to me, a beautiful piece of art, depicting a beach scene, and I thanked him, and also apologized, for having offended him, and sought to explain, to Whymaster, that Hessbie and I, had discussed Whymaster’s suggestion, that only a woman, could make peace, in the Middle East, prior to our arrival, and so I had been, somewhat informed, of what he might wish to say.  Selma came to the McDonald’s, and I enjoyed, some friendly banter, inside with her, as well as with, a nice gentleman outside, who had been providing funds, for a youthful gentleman, to survive in life.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, outside with gregarious Henry, who is very assertive, and sure of himself.  Henry has now begun, his senior year, in high school.

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 I 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 also shared, my recommendation of Bronchaid, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by PCH Paranormal, Passing in the Night Paranormal, Tyler-E, and 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.

Apparently, there continues to be, some protesting, about the oil pipe-line, near Sioux land.  The Green Party, candidate for President, had been arrested, for ‘vandalism’, after spray-painting, on the pipeline.  She commented, that the pipeline, is a huge act of vandalism, and mentioned, that some Native American graves, had been bulldozed.  Apparently, the private corporations, involved with the pipeline, still continue, to wish to build the pipeline, and all that has changed, is support for the pipeline, has been withdrawn, by the Obama Administration.  I continue to understand, that our nation, needs fuel oil, which pipelines, can provide.  I do understand, that a pipeline, is probably, going to intermittently leak, and these leaks, can do, serious environmental damage.  One might have hoped, that these issues, might have been resolved, before construction began.  Fox News, interviewed this lady, at great length.

I returned to my home, and checked outside my front door, and found, a small package, which did contain, season four, of Longmire.  I enjoyed, several movies, and a small meal.  My home, was basically comfortable, and I kept, my front door closed.  For fans of Star Trek, Of Gods & Men, from 2007, is a treat.  Characters such as Uhura, Chekkov, Harry Kim, and Tuvak, among others, come together, in this very good story.  I enjoyed, an action, murder and mayhem tale, I Am Wrath.  I also very much enjoyed, Eddie the Eagle, an excellent, inspirational tale, based on actual events, about a person, who aspired, to become, an Olympian, and got involved, with the dangerous sport, of ski-jumping.

I sought sleep, around 4:00am, wishing to end my day, with the wonderful feelings, from Eddie the Eagle.  However, sleep eluded me, and I considered, remaining awake.  I think, I might have fallen asleep, perhaps around 6:00am.  I awoke, around 10:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 1:09pm.  It was, a sunny day, with comfortably cool air.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, turned on, the other one.  I then, a short time later, fed my fish.  I received, a telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, advising me, that a package, from her to me, was now on its way.  I sent a reply, thanking Fishnetterrie, for having done this.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia did seek to roam, and so I put her, onto her chain.

It came time, for me, to be ready, to converse with Leslie, and I sent to her, a telephoned text message, indicating, that I was awake.  We then did speak, and enjoyed, a long conversation.  Leslie had recently dreamed, of Gandalf, and wondered, what her dream might mean.  I advised Leslie, that dreams come to one, through one’s own resident symbolism.  Some general impressions, can be, was the dream ’friendly’, or ‘bad’, with friendly perhaps being a hello, or advice, and ‘bad’, perhaps being a warning.  One might ask, if there seemed to be, a sense of urgency, or just a poke, to remind one of something.  One should seek, to gain a grasp, of what these things, might mean to one.  Because dreams, occur in-between ‘delta’, deep sleep, and ‘beta’, ‘wide-awake’, brain-wave ranges, they can be, either a reflection, of one’s own subconscious, when one’s own mind, is less active, or can be, from outside of self.  Leslie still wishes, to remain in my estate.  I advised Leslie, that the county or state, might claim, my ‘estate’.

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.  Leslie said, that she still, looks at my emails, my wit and wisdom, but finds it mostly, to be distasteful, as to her perspective, it is mostly, rude and crude.  I remained ‘tired’.  My COPD, seemed present, when I first awoke, but did fade, as it normally does, as I became, more wakeful.

I made a piece of art, of a solitary sea-gull, flying over open water, and the used that, as a background, for promotional art, for The Life of Christos series.  I had, a pressure headache, and some mild heart pains, and my lungs, felt expanded and tired.  I was tempted, to buy a window-unit air-conditioner, now, while I can afford to do so…  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won, and then also, wrote some, to Fishnetterrie.

I was definitely, ‘not in gear’, as I felt lethargic.  I did take, a Bronchaid, though I wondered, if some of my being tired, was a withdrawal, from the Bronchaid.  I shaved and showered.  I fed my fish, and gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  Part of me, wished to remain, at my home, and just do nothing, except seek, to enjoy movies.  I did enjoy, viewing some of the art-work, which came across my computer screen, when in screen-saver mode.  I played some games, of Solitaire and Reversi-Othello, and won, some of them.  I felt light-headed, which I attributed, to the Bronchaid.  I really did not want, to go out, but I do enjoy, giving ‘some life to Christos’, by promoting my books on-line.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  Trump issued a statement, saying that Obama, was born, in the United States. I can hope, that part of Bluster, might be pleased.  Trump said, and a video was shared, that it was Hillary, during her campaign against Obama, in 2008, who had first alleged, that Obama, was born in Kenya.  Part of Hillary’s allegation, was perhaps based, on the financial educational aid, which Obama received, for college, as a foreign student.  Obama is said, to be seeking, to close, to shut down, the Guantanamo prison for alleged terrorists, before he leaves office.  I am uncertain, if the policy of rendition, the kidnapping and solitary incommunicado imprisonment, of people, without charges, like in Charles Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities, is to also be ended.  A young black woman, a Hillary supporter, perhaps in her early 20s, said that she felt some offense, that Trump, would say, that black neighborhoods, and schools, were in need of improvement, and she disagreed, that blacks need jobs, any more than white people, or others.  Hillary returned to campaigning, full of vitriol, alleging Trump, to be a hateful bigot, against blacks, women, Hispanics, and gays, with an angry temperament, a madman, unfit to control nuclear weapons.

It was reported, that NASA, has redefined, astrology, now having 13 signs, and different dates, for the original ‘signs’.  With 13 constellations, and 13 moons, one might speculate, that some might hope, for 13 billing dates, ‘months’, rather than 12, as there have been, and are 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 someone who thanked me, for my having done so.  I shared beauty, wit, and wisdom, with my FaceBook and email connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Bob-S, Anita-B, Port Deposit Paranormal, Mick-C, and South Sound Paranormal Research, 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 continue, each day that I go on-line, to add two pictures, to Jualt Art, on FaceBook, and then I remove two pictures.  Jualt Art, now has, over 800 members.  I now have, over 3,000 connections, on FaceBook.  The option, for me to receive and return ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, seems to have been removed.

Many people, including Hicks, thanked me, for my mention of Bronchaid.  I spent, over three hours on-line, and felt, somewhat productive.  I felt, for some hours, the same light-headedness, that I had, this past Sunday, after taking Bronchaid, but it did pass.  Roger called me, and said, that he had met, a professional wrestler, who now was, connected with him, on FaceBook.  Roger said, he had applied with Amazon, but I am uncertain, if he actually did so.

I returned to my home, and eventually, removed my shirt, and remained comfortable.  I enjoyed, a very good HBO documentary, Twist of Faith, about a gentleman, who had received, oral sex, from a priest, and had become, very troubled, that he had been able, to have an orgasm, when pleasured, by another man.  Males are often taught, that if they enjoy, even one experience, with another male, then they are homosexual.  I am uncertain, why males, are not taught, if they enjoy, even one experience, with a female, then they are heterosexual. I believe all bodies, are like musical instruments, which can be played, by those of either gender.  To be able, to passively receive pleasure, regardless of the gender, of the one giving pleasure, I believe, is a universal trait.

I enjoyed, an excellent movie, Frier Fall (Free Fall), a German movie, with English subtitles, about a policeman, who has an affair, with another man, and then gets into turmoil, about whether he is heterosexual or homosexual.  I thought this movie, was realistic, in portraying, the problems, of discrimination and hate, that masculine, male, homosexuals, can face.

I enjoyed, an excellent movie, The Bone Collector, starring, among others, Denzel Washington, Angelina Jolie, and Queen Latifah, a mystery, crime detective tale.

I enjoyed, part of a very good movie, Criminal, starring, among others, Kevin Costner, Ryan Reynolds, and Tommy Lee Jones, an action intelligence thriller, with an aspect, of deliberate ‘possession’, through an electronic transfer, of memory.  I fell asleep, during this movie, due to that feeling of being tired, even though, I was enjoying this movie…

I was without appetite, but did eat, some lettuce, with Italian dressing, and a can, of mini-beef ravioli.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am, and slept until 10:30am.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer, and was able to doze, until 11:09am.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, and later, fed my fish.  I let Dikaia, be outside for a while, and then brought her inside, and then put her, onto her chain, when she wished, to go outside.  I enjoyed, left-over 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 FaceBook and email connections.  I did feel better, slightly less tired, on this day than I had yesterday, and I did awaken, without COPD.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I enjoyed, ‘mellow morning’ music.

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, abstract pieces, of art, of a male torso.  This morning, was calm, peaceful, comfortable.

I went, to the Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and bought candy, for my upcoming work-week, spending about two hours’ of income.  I went, to a Wawa, and bought cigarettes and fuel.  Fuel prices, have once again risen, and are now, about $2 per gallon, for the lowest priced fuel.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought treats for Dikaia, and some hot-dogs, and some soups and fruit, and purified water, among other things, and spent, about five hours’ income.  I returned, to my home, and put away, everything I had purchased, and opened and then mixed together, with the remaining candy, the new bags of candy, I had purchased.  Significantly, I did not feel winded, at any time, during these errands.  I do not wish, to take for granted, that I am more able, to walk now, with the aid, of Bronchaid, though sadly, it might seem, as if, this improvement, might be dependent, upon my continued use, of Bronchaid.  The outside heat, in the sun, had become intense.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and lost them all, which told me, that I might be, a touch mentally addled…

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, as well as, via email with Whymaster.  My ‘pokes’ area, had been restored, and some people, told me, that they experience, an intermittent ability, to use ‘pokes’.  I returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, of 125 people, 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 P.R.O.O.F. Paranormal Research Of Otherworldly Forms, 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.

There was a Fox News report, indicating there have now been, 3,000 shootings, in Chicago, this year, a new record.  It was suggested, that part of the reason, for the increase, in Chicago crime, is because police, have stepped back, due to the heightened media activity, focusing on police shootings.  Some who loudly hyped, police shootings, are now also calling, for a disbanding, of Chicago police.

There was also, a news report, indicating that US war-planes, had bombed, a military facility, of the Syrian government, which might be, a violation, of the new agreement, reached between the US and Russia.  67 Syrian soldiers, are said to have been killed.  This attack, was perhaps, dastardly effective, precisely because, it was unexpected, during the ceasefire.

A youthful Hispanic male, came to the McDonald’s, and harangued, some of the workers, saying that he made, about $1,000 a day, and would give $20,000 to one of the young women, if she would leave with hi immediately.  This gentleman, seemed quite inebriated, and though he was slender, and small, seemed willing, to get into a fight.  This gentleman, was shouting his words, and this situation, continued, for quite some time.  Police did come, and this gentleman, was taken away.  This gentleman, could have been, an advertisement, about troublesome illegal immigrants…  People are people, as individuals.

I spent, over three hours on-line, and then, returned to my home, and enjoyed, many movies, and two nice good-size meals.  I continued, to feel tired.  Dikaia was good company.  I finished experiencing Criminal, which I find, to be, an excellent movie.  I thought Captain America ~ Civil War, and Independence Day ~ Resurgence, and Batman ~ The Killing Joke, were good.  My living-room, was comfortable.  Our high temperature, was said to be, 86°F, with a low, of 61°F, a range, wide enough, to perhaps indicate, the presence, of a thin spot, in our atmosphere.  I went to sleep, while experiencing a movie, around 4:00am.  Today would be, my mother’s birthday...

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 am thankful, to Whymaster, for his kindness and hospitality.

My low first-half posted rate, influenced me, to work more comfortably, slowly, during second-half, and Cochise noticed this, when he visited me.  Cochise offered to me, the opportunity, to be trained, doing Pick work, but I declined, for health reasons.  Pick requires, much walking, and walking, is use, of heavy or large muscles, which can aggravate, my COPD, and risks, straining my heart, when it fails to receive, adequate oxygen, from my lungs.  Cochise observed my rate, and told me, that during the two hours, of third-quarter, I had a rate, of 63.  I told Cochise, that it seemed inaccurate, for me to have, only packaged, six items less, in two hours, when working slowly, than when I had, worked quickly, and gotten a posted rate, of 66, which I thought, was way too low, as observed by Simon.  I told Cochise, that I have had an issue, with artificially lowered rates, and consider Roy, to favor, artificial boosting, to increase rates.

I also, down-sized many packages, as a norm, during first-half, and mused, that I had saved Amazon, the cost of my wage, for this day, by doing so.  However, during second-half, due to my low, posted first-half rate, I packaged items as indicated, and refrained, as my norm, from saving money, for Amazon.

I did pick up speed, during fourth-quarter, and time went by slowly.  I went quickly, during the final 15 minutes, and packed 20 items.  That is perhaps, close to my actual maximum.  My tape-dispensing machine, malfunctioned repeatedly, during the final quarter… People were pleasant, and I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Winston, Randy, and Friday, during breaks, and enjoyed, my meal-time break, with Floyd, who had, a very easy, do-little day, due to lack of work, and his rate, was low, which annoyed him, as Floyd normally has, a very high rate.

I shared candy, with many people, during the entire shift, including with security personnel, as I departed.  As always, Augustus ignored, my request that individuals limit themselves, to five pieces of candy, per visit, as I mention, that I hope, to have enough, for everyone.  Augustus said, that he cared less, what others might want, or fail to get, and was only interested, in getting what he could, for himself.  Augustus is the only person, who ignores my request…  Generally, I have enough candy, to accommodate Augustus, and everyone else, and I was able, to do so, on this day.

I am unable to say, that this was a good day, at work, but it was not, a particularly bad day, for me with Amazon, though I was rankled, by my overly low rate.  I worked, a full shift.  The outside air, was cool, nice.  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 sought to cook, a frozen dinner, in the microwave oven, and noticed, that it was making a sound, and then found, that it was failing, to heat anything.  Apparently, the microwave, has now died…  The light-bulb died, in the living-room lamp, which I normally use.  I ate, from three cans, enjoying spinach, mini-beef ravioli, and soup, while enjoying two episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 5:55am.

I awoke, at 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 1:10pm.  My COPD was mildly moderate.  I fed my fish.  I saw that Dikaia, was tempted to roam, so I put her, onto her chain.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.

I went to Rose’s, and spent two-thirds, of a ten-hour day’s pay, to buy a microwave oven, which was, the purpose, of my visit, and also bought, a cutting board, and some knives, replacing items, which have vanished.  I put, the old microwave, into my outside garbage container, and set up, the new one, after cleaning the counters, behind and below, where the microwave is positioned.  I briefly perused the manual, to determine, how to operate this machine, to make my dinners.  I really would have preferred, to skip, going to my job, on this nice day…  I replaced, the light-bulb, in the living-room lamp, which I normally use.  I transferred new items, to a USB, for storage.

I enjoyed, some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won, most of them.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I washed, my warm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I made selections, of candy, fruit, and soup, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, and some tuna-fish.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water and dry-food, to Dikaia, and also, a nice meal.  I put that big, hickory-covered, beef-bone, into Ramboi’s yard, as Dikaia has continued, to ignore it, and it has, attracted flies, to her area.  My COPD, was moderate.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I put on cologne.  I was not, ‘up for work’, and felt mentally tired, of facing, the stress and grind, of work, beyond the normal work issues.  I would so much prefer, to just do my job, and leave it at that…  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Gammel, Floyd, and Lang.  I was assigned, to packing Multi-Carts, for the entire day.  I felt fatigued, and attributed this, to my COPD.  My pace was moderate, and I sought, to work comfortably.  I had a discouraging impression, that even if, I worked hard, I might still receive, a false low rate.  Carrie worked, ahead of me, and she helped, to make my day more pleasant.  Carrie shared, a nice piece of candy, with me.  I refrained, from looking, at my posted rates.  Carrie became disturbed, when Cochise told her, that her rate, had dropped, to 62, when she felt, that her rate, had to be, much higher than that.  Carrie then, for a while, worked more slowly.  A rate of 60, is one package, per minute, and most packers, know that they do, pack faster than that.

Roy likes to visit, to tell people, of a low rate, after the first break, between first-and second-quarters.  This is when, one has, the idle time, from stand-up, and the idle time, of that first break, so about 30 minutes, of zero packages packed.  30 minutes, of idle time, can significantly lower, one’s rate, out of two and half hours, just like 15 minutes, of idle time, can significantly lower, one’s rate, out of two hours….

I had, a few carts, with two items per slot, and that got Cochise, to tell me, that my rate, had become 157, which is low for me.  I am tempted, to say, that nobody visits, when one’s rate, is good…  However, that would be untrue, as boss Corrine does visit, and does commend people, when they have had, a good weekly rate, during the previous week, as she did with me, on this day, and that made, a positive difference, for me, on this day, and gave to me, a slight mood and energy boost.

Around 1:00am, my energy levels, began to improve.  I could feel the difference.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Gammel and Randy, during the break, between third and fourth quarters.  I know, that I had, two good carts, for the end of my ‘day’, and that my rate, should have become, very nice.  Augustus visited, a few times, and got a reasonable amount of candy, each visit.  Many others, including handsome Doright and Rastafarian Selassie, also visited for candy, and I shared candy, with security personnel, as I departed.  I think, this was, a good day, for me, with Amazon.  Cullum told me, that he clips the nails, of his own dog and that one must be careful, to avoid cutting, a vein, and causing one’s pet, to bleed.

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, and then split another, with her.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two fun episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  Episode four, from season seven, of South Park, was its 100th episode, and it was awesome, brilliant.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I awoke, at 9:30am, and brewed fresh coffee.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:34pm.  I arose.  I was mentally bleary, tired, with moderate to mildly strong COPD, the type where breathing, can seem challenging, but my mood was good.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia roamed, but she returned quickly, when I called for her, and I then put her, onto her chain.  The outside air, was getting warmer.  I enjoyed, fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, and added some art-work, to the PDF version.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.

Reluctantly, I got my day, ‘into gear’.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved and showered, and put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  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 some tuna-fish.  I put on cologne.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  The day became warm enough, that I thought, going to a beach, might actually be nice, though I am reminded, of the cold dark water, that is at Buckroe Beach…  I did feel, a slight boost, considering this to be, my last work-day, of this work-week.  I added, a short note, to my letter, to Fishnetterrie.  I played, Reversi-Othello, Connect-Four, and Solitaire, and won all, of these games.  I fed my fish.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Augustus, and Floyd, before work began.  Pro-Democrat CNN, reported that Trump, for the first time, now leads Hillary, 45 to 43.  Sometimes being portrayed, as an underdog, can rally support, that helps to lead, to victory, where thinking one has victory, can lead to complacency, which can influence, for defeat.

The work-day, had its challenges.  Cochise commended me, for tackling many Mega-B carts, on the previous day.  I did advise Cochise, as to where, empty Mega-B cars, are stored, and told him, that Amazon, favors volume of work, so having the workers, focus on Mega-B carts, would lower their rates, and thus lower, the amount of actual volume, which is produced, and Amazon, might eventually react adversely to that.

Later, when I was again, focusing on Mega-B carts, Cochise did visit, and told me, that my rate, was somewhat low, 158.  However, there were, zero Mega-A carts, to be had, and our work-line, lacked ReBin workers.  I consoled myself, by giving to myself, a comfortable day, refraining from seeking, to work extra hard, just to get, a low rate.  Nobody commended me, for achieving, a very good rate, the previous day, when I had done, mostly during the final quarter, including one very nice Mega-A cart.  I even wondered, if perhaps I was given, many Mega-B carts, because someone might have suspected, that I had artificially boosted my rate, the previous day.  My rate, is authentic.  Management claims, to now be reviewing, security film, to see who might be, artificially boosting their rate, and thus they could have looked, if they actually can look, and would have thus seen, that my rate, had been authentic.  I did once again muse, that the same people, who are causing, my rate to be lower, then come around, to complain, that the rate, is lower…

I was amused, at our stand-up meeting, when Amelia was commended, as being the fastest Multi-Cart packer.  I figured, that everyone’s rates, had become lower, due to the management focus, on us doing Mega-B carts, and management had compensated, or sought to compensate, by allowing Amelia, to artificially boost her rate, so that the virtual production numbers, could be higher, and thus more pleasing, to Amazon.

The next time, that Cochise visited, my rate, was probably lower, than when he had visited previously, and commented, that my rate was low.  I told Cochise, that I was giving to myself, a comfortable day at work, and would not, seek to ‘kill myself’, to get a higher rate, with this sort of material, to work with.  Cochise said he was sorry, that I felt that way.  I told Cochise, that I was sorry, that he was sorry.  I did though, then make a point, to get some Mega-A carts, which I got, from a work-line, two lines away, and that did improve, my actual rate, though who knows, what the posted rate, might be…

In retrospect, from about ten days later, when I edited this chapter, my rate, might have stayed, officially low, as the next week, I did get, a production warning.  My having produced, a higher actual rate, failed to produce, a higher official rate...

The day was ‘okay’.  Beemer was, a good water-spider.  Betty, Selassie and I, were able to exchange, quick hazardous warning label approvals.  Many people, now stop working, once they reach, their rate quota, for the day.  I refrain, from observing my rate, and continue working, as time passes more quickly, when I am busy.  I do not mind, exceeding my quota, and normally do so.  I processed, many priority carts for Doright, who as always, did a good job, as a Process Guide.  I enjoyed, my meal with Floyd.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Winston, Randy, and Friday, during breaks.  I shared candy, with many people, and actually ran out, by giving the last, of what I had, to 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.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  I had, a telephoned text message, form Hessbie, saying that he would seek, to arrive at my home, around 11:30am, and I sent a reply, indicating that would be okay.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I had hoped, to awaken, at 9:30am, as I seem to have been doing, now and then recently, but instead, I slept, until 10:34am.  It was raining hard, and my electricity, was off.  I sent a telephoned text message, to Hessbie, indicating that I thought it best, to remain at home, or in this area, on this day.  I was seeking, to return to sleep, when I heard Hessbie arrive, just past 11:00am.  I suppose, I could have sought, to enjoy visiting Whymaster, but I felt, the lack of sleep, and the day, seemed like rain, so I was, without any enthusiasm, for making this trip.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Hessbie, for many hours.  Sadly, my moments of cherished, limited time off, seem to pass quickly.  Electrical power, was restored, in mid-afternoon, and the rain did cease.  Hessbie sent, an email to Whymaster, indicating that our visit, would be, on another day.  I did ask Hessbie, to seek, to find a time, when we might visit, on a day, after a day off, rather than, after a day, when I worked, until 4:30am that morning.

Dikaia was very happy, to have another monkey, to play with…  Hessbie gave to me, and we enjoyed experiencing, a DVD, with a mix, of the un-aired pilot, for Star Trek, with a 2008 commentary, by Gene Roddenberry.  I was not the best company, as I felt out of kilter, probably from, lack of adequate rest.  Hessbie said, he was making some money, by fixing lawn-mowers, and I asked him, if I could pay him, to fix mine, and he agreed.  However, Hessbie preferred, to leave my lawn-mower, at my home, though I suggested, that he take it with him.  It was warm, in my home.  Hessbie departed, around 4:15pm.

I enjoyed fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I turned on, both aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and Checkers, which I won, but still felt, out of kilter.  I took out, some meat, to thaw, in my kitchen.  I mused, that with the greater polarity, of weather, there might be, fewer and fewer, temperate days, with most days, becoming either, too hot, or too cold…  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal, and some friendly banter, with Henry and Selma.  Henry is considering, going into the military, from high school.  Many people, now serve, a month of military service, and then go back again later, for a short time.  I am concerned, that this alternating, of time served, between job and military, benefits neither the military, nor the job.  I think, much of the military budget, might now be consumed, by personnel and their benefits, as many join the military, as the only economic opportunity available, and would be horrified, surprised, reluctant, if they had, to actually engage, in combat.

There was news, of a few border incidents, between Pakistan and India.  Native Americans, continue to gather, to protest, against an oil pipeline, and are somewhat dismayed, or angered, that US media, as a norm, refrains from focusing upon them, and instead, the US government, seems to only, be seeking to contain them.  I continue to hope, for some negotiation, accommodation, as I understand, that given the turmoil in the MidEast, the US, for its national security, needs to have, domestic fuel sources.

I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I received, an email notice, advising me, of four days, in which Amazon, would be, directly hiring, and I forwarded this email, to Roger. 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 Paranormal Metrou, Janet-K, Mary-M, and Tony-SP, 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 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’), and also, the 160902 Paraversal Universe program, with Kevin and Jennifer Malek, psychic medium Amelia Pisano, and paranormal investigator Jim Heater, with its focus, on paranormal of yesterday and today, tips about paranormal investigations, ouijas and other portals, shamanism, mediumship, and ‘paralogian’ issues (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universe-ww-brooks-a-pisano-j-heater/’).

I felt productive, and enjoyed, three or four hours on-line.  I returned to my home.  I enjoyed, a nice meal, around 1:30am.  I experienced three movies, and enjoyed, two episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone.  I was not actually ‘relaxed’.  My living-room, was luke-warm.  I remained comfortable, with use of the fan, given to me, by Pea.  Rain came, and that helped, to slightly cool the air.  Dikaia was good company.  Hessbie sent to me, a telephoned text message, suggesting we visit Whymaster, on Friday, and I agreed to this, though later, I did remember, that I was also, to visit Pea, on Friday.  I went to sleep, around 4:45am.

I awoke, around 7:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 10:34am.  The rain had stopped.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, and later fed my fish.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as fresh coffee brewed, and I updated these notes.  The day became more overcast, and thus, slightly cooler, with a breeze, which was nice.  There was, some occasional sunshine.  I updated, my entertainment review.  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 closed the back door, to keep Dikaia inside.  I was still reluctant, to get my day ‘into gear’, and played, games of Reversi-Othello, winning at each level of difficulty, when playing first, and when playing second.

I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered.  I located, and left out, a bathing suit, to wear the next day.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  My COPD was moderate, the type, where I am, short of breath, winded, at least automatically, but am able, to breathe deeply, if I do so manually…  I went, to Cavalier Square, and visited Dollar Tree, Sav-A-Lot, and Rose’s, and got many items, including candy, for work, though apparently, I could have refrained, from doing so, as I did have, about a week’s supply, at least, at my home.  I hoped to find, a coffee-warmer, for Hessbie, as he had mentioned, that he would like, to have one, and I had searched, at my home, for an extra, but was unable, to find one.  I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and bought supplies, for my coming work-week, as well as, two weeks, of dry and canned dog-food.  I returned to my home, and put things away.  I had also bought, a plant, at Food Lion, and placed it, into the big bird-bath.  I also used my loppers, for the first time, and trimmed back, some overgrowth, above my drive-way, as I had noticed, that some of the branches, touched Hessbie’s vehicle, when he was backing out yesterday.

I felt a touch more relaxed, unlike the previous day, when Hessbie visited, and I had found myself, without adequate rest, and still felt stressed, and gaunt, from work, and, with a lot of talking, and heat, then felt, even more debilitated.  I was reluctant, to call Pea, because he is usually at work, until early evening, and prefers, to refrain, from speaking, on his telephone.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello and Solitaire, which I won.  I fed my fish.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  Roger called me, and said, he had thrown something, which hit, the side of my house, and apologized, for having done so.  I had been unaware, that anything had been thrown, at my home.  Roger had failed, to open the email, I sent to him, regarding a job opportunity, with Amazon, but did find it, after having me, tell him what it said.  Somewhat sad…  However, I have now done, what I could, to help Roger, gain employment…

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 Zak-S, among others, and enjoyed beauty, shared by Pipo, 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, over four hours on-line, and felt productive.

Hessbie sent to me, an email, indicating that he hoped, for us to leave ‘early’.  I asked Hessbie, to remember, that I seek, to maintain my same living hours, when off from work, as when I do work, so that I would be going to sleep, in early morning hours, and hope to have, adequate rest, before awakening.

I very much enjoyed, an excellent movie, Eye in the Sky, which showed, technology versus terrorism, and some issues, which can affect, the decision-making process.  I experienced, another movie, which I decided, to throw away.  I experienced another movie, which I retained.  I experienced, two episodes, from season one, of the television series, Twin Peaks, though I did doze during it, after eating, some cookies, which I shared, with Dikaia.  My living-room, was warm, and I remained comfortable, wearing shorts.  I went to sleep, around 4:15am, a touch earlier than my norm, to seek to accommodate Hessbie, or, as a ‘just in case’, Hessbie did arrive ‘early’.

I awoke, at 7:30am, and returned to sleep, until 8:15am, at which time, I did arise.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  My COPD, was strongly moderate, or mildly strong, the type where breathing, can be challenging.  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 updated, my entertainment reference library book.  I gave fresh water, and dry-food, to Dikaia.  I selected, a towel and underwear, to bring with me.  I enjoyed, some of a performance, of Cirque du Soleil, ‘the magie continue’.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.

Hessbie arrived, and we soon departed.  We went, to a nearby Wawa, where I bought, fuel and cigarettes.  Hessbie had said, that he would help, with fuel costs, but he refrained, from doing so, and I was okay with that.  We then enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to Whymaster’s home, in Hampton.  The journey was pleasant, with the air-conditioning and music, which Hessbie helped me to have.  Hessbie’s brother called him, and his life, has turned around.  Hessbie’s brother, is somewhat sheltered, cared for, insulated, by his lifetime partner, of now 30 years, but even so, he had become depressed, suicidal.  Hessbie’s brother’s husband, Walter, has a life insurance policy, which will help, to give Hessbie’s brother, security and stability, for the remainder of his life, after his lifetime partner passes.  Hessbie envisions, going to live with his brother, after Swan passes, after Walter passes.  Hessbie might then, have hope, for a better life, after inheriting, whatever his brother leaves, when he passes.  Hessbie’s brother, called Hessbie, during our journey, to thank Hessbie, for Hessbie’s kindness and decency.  I am thankful, to have a decent person, like Hessbie in my world, who is a friend to me, despite my awful physical appearance, and despite my times of poverty.  Hessbie also spoke, with Swan, now and then, during the day, affirming and maintaining, the value, of that relationship.

Whymaster, has been enduring, some financial challenges, and also, a roommate challenge, from someone, he felt, was too loud, perhaps a boisterous drunk, and had then become entangled, in an adversarial relationship, with that gentleman, now having gone to court, to seek to have, a protective order, placed against that gentleman, and also anticipating, formally evicting that gentleman, from the apartment, above his home, so that gentleman, had only paid to Whymaster, $80 during the past two or three weeks.  Whymaster feels, he has had, to live more cautiously, during these past weeks, due to this adversarial situation.  Hessbie helped to coax Whymaster, into getting in touch, with Social Security, and, on this day, Whymaster was going, to see in person, his area’s Social Security personnel.

Hessbie and I, visited briefly, with Whymaster, before Hessbie and I, then went, to Buckroe Beach, while Whymaster, went to Social Security.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Hessbie, while wading, in the somewhat salty sea.  I hoped, the somewhat salty, air and water, would help my lungs, and the sore area, on one leg.  My body, was quite gaunt.  The sun, did warm my body, and perhaps I got, a little color.  I was very pale…  Normally, it takes my body, about three days, to recover, from the challenges of work.  I had lacked, adequate rest, on two out of three days, off from work, and this might have delayed, my body’s recovery process.  Hessbie and I, enjoyed at least an hour, at Buckroe Beach.  The water, was too cold, for me to swim, but I enjoyed, walking in it.

Whymaster was at his home, when Hessbie and I, returned there.  As always, Whymaster was warm and hospitable.  I gave to Hessbie, a little framed print, of my ‘owl heart’, a wise heart.  Whymaster is now enamored, with the book, the Celestine Prophecy, and told me, that perhaps, reading this book, would help me, to learn coping methods, that could help me, at my job.  I like to think of myself, as well studied, in coping techniques, and continue to hope, that my own book, The Thought of Christos, can help people, with coping, with internal and external negativity, in positive ways.  I advise people, among other things, to seek to give to self, some positive experience, to create positive imprints, to help counterbalance, the negative imprints, that one might receive.  This helps, to give to one, a more positive mood, in future days, to face life.

Whymaster did offer, to cook a meal, for us.  I wished to avoid, being a burden, upon Whymaster, during his ‘trying times’, and offered, to buy a meal, for Whymaster and Hessbie, at the all you can eat, Chinese restaurant, where Whymaster had brought, Floyd and I, for a nice birthday meal, for me, some years ago.  Whymaster drove us, to that restaurant.  Whymaster commendably remains, a kind and generous person, despite his challenges, in life.  I enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I hoped this food, would be healthy, for my body.

Whymaster, now 70, had gotten, the good news, at Social Security, that he would be given, a lump sum payment, to cover the past years, when he has, refrained from claiming, Social Security benefits, and that his current payments, would begin, this very month.  This financial windfall, will help Whymaster, to become current, with his property taxes, and to help him, to improve, the quality, of his life.  The Social Security payments, will help to give Whymaster, security and stability, in life.  Whymaster is turning to Hessbie, for help, in getting, a new computer system, and to have prints made, from film negatives, and to edit his book.  Whymaster lent to me, an audio book version, of Tolkein’s Silmarillion.  Whymaster gave to me, four Bronchaid capsules, and I took one.  Winston had also, recommended this medication, to me, as it allegedly can help, to open, one’s bronchial passages, and makes one, more wakeful, for about four hours.  It took, about four hours, for me to begin to feel, the effects of that capsule, and perhaps this was, longer than normal, due to the large meal, I had recently consumed.

A friend of Whymaster’s visited, and displayed, a new gun, which he had purchased.  He wears this gun openly, and thus avoids, having to have, a concealed weapon permit, though he can only do so, in places, where ‘open carry’ is legal.  Hessbie also, owns a gun, though he keeps his, at his home.  I have refrained, from owning a gun, as I fear, having one, might tempt me, to use it.  I prefer, to seek to avoid, either being harmed by others, or harming others.  I think, owning a gun, can be prudent.

I mentioned, to Whymaster, that in my area, a person 65 years of age, or older, can receive, a discount, on property tax payments.  Whymaster said his own local area, had such a policy, until two years ago, and then discontinued it.  Whymaster believes, it must be a woman, who makes peace, in the Middle East.  I would welcome, anyone who seeks, to build and maintain peace, anywhere.  I do not believe, that my being male, automatically or inherently, makes me, a ‘violent hateful beast’.  I like to believe, that I am, a nonviolent, caring, sentient being.  I believe, people are people, as individuals, rather than, inherently due to gender.  Whymaster can seem righteous, rigid, in his absolute certainty, that only his way, is correct.  Perhaps in part, because I have declined, to accept, Whymaster’s absolute authority, he has described me, as ‘hateful’, and ‘racist’.  I disbelieve, that I am racist, or hateful.  Despite his sometimes harsh words, Whymaster treats me, with kindness and warmth.

Hessbie and I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, from Whymaster’s home, to my own.  Hessbie had great thirst, on our journey, so I let him, drink the water, I had gotten, from Whymaster.  Hessbie had said, that he would stay, for a little while, to enjoy, some of Cirque du Soleil, but instead, he felt uncomfortable, due to the heat, of my home, and he also wanted, to return home, to loving Swan, and relax, which is what he did.  My home, was ‘quite warm’…

I experienced, some Cirque du Soleil material, and then two movies, which were good, though I shall refrain, from recommending them, in my entertainment review.  There was The Confirmation, starring Clive Owen, among others, and Hello, My Name Is Doris, starring Sally Fields, among others.  Both were good tales, the first being a father-son tale, and the second, the tragedy, comedy, and joy, of ‘romantic love’.  I sought to enjoy, an episode, from season one, of Twin Peaks, but fell asleep, during it.  I awoke, and turned things off, and closed, my front door.  I went to sleep, around 4:00am.

I awoke, around 9:09am.  I did arise, shortly thereafter.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia did wander, and spent some time, with the neighbors and visitors, across the street, who had found, a little puppy, under a car, in their driveway.  Dikaia was very reluctant, to return to the boredom, of my home, and I had, to hold her collar firmly.  One of the girls, had worked with Amazon, and then quit, and intends, to move to Kentucky, so felt, that she was unable, to work anywhere else, for Amazon.  Amazon is often willing, to take back, workers that it fires, for having too much time off, but is more reluctant, to accept back, workers who quit, without first giving, two weeks’ notice.  Some good workers, get fed up and leave…  I retrieved, my electric bill, from my mail-box.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  The morning air, was luke-cool, comfortable.  My COPD was mildly moderate, and I believe, the bronchaid, was helpful to me.

I paid, my electric, medical, property tax, and two water bills.  I put the envelopes, with those payments, into my curb-side mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail, and did so, around 12:30pm, hoping this was early enough, for collection today.  I received, a telephone call, from Amazon, reminding me, that I could apply, this week, for seasonal positions, though these, would require me, to walk a lot, so I am disinclined, to apply for them.  This phone call, brought to my attention, that somehow, the available minutes, on my telephone account, had dropped, to less than three minutes, while it had been, at least three hours, or probably over 200 minutes, of available time, when I last checked, a day or so ago.  I have no idea, why my available minutes, were reduced.  I had intended, to clean up, and then call Pea, and go there, to help him, get pictures from his camera.  However, with so few remaining minutes, on my telephone, I decided, to go first, to a McDonald’s, and walk, to the nearby 7-11, to get telephone minutes, which I would then activate, on-line at McDonald’s, then do my on-line work, and then call Pea.  In retrospect, my long telephone interview, with Kevin and Jennifer, probably brought, my telephone minutes, to this low level.

I was able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I went, to a nearby Walgreen’s, and bought some Bronchaid, which was inexpensive, and I also purchased, some telephone minutes.  I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Koko, who seemed very pleased, as a woman, that Hillary, is a woman, who might become President.  I activated, the telephone minutes, which I had purchased.

There was, a Fox News focus, on the protests, by Native Americans, against the Dakken oil pipeline.  A court had ruled, that because this pipeline, does not go through, Native American lands, that the pipeline, could proceed, saying that the Native Americans, had no right, to complain, about its proximity, to their lands.   I had been, under a mistaken impression, the pipeline, would go through, Native American lands.  However, the protests, are apparently because, there is a concern, that an oil spill, from that pipeline, could pollute, ‘sacred’ Native American lands.  Perhaps all land, could be considered ‘sacred’, though some, is perhaps, more sacred than others.  However, the Obama Administration, after the court ruling, initiated an accommodation, approving all but one section, of the pipeline, and now, shall seek to find, an alternate route, for that one section, and hopes this, is acceptable, to the Native American protesters.  I was impressed, at face value, at this gesture, by Obama, and also thankful, that Fox News, did focus, on this topic, as it has seemed ignored, by national news media, until now.

There was also, a Fox News report, that North Korea, had conducted, its fifth nuclear test.  The United Nations Security Council, started meeting, to determine, how to respond, to this situation.  Existing sanctions, against North Korea, are now viewed, as having been ineffective.

There was a mention, that the head, of the New Black Panther Party, had said, that Trump was correct, in saying, that Democrats, have pandered to blacks, and failed to help blacks.  This gentleman, did not endorse Trump, and would prefer, that blacks, give their support, to the New Black Panther Party.  Hilary said, that half of Trump’s supporters, are ‘deplorables’, people she described, as anti-women, anti-black, anti-gay.  I believe Hillary, is in error.

I sent, an email note, to Whymaster, to thank him, for his kindness and hospitality.  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, my entertainment review, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Nico-H, Thomas-S, Zak-S, Whispering Wiccans, and Paranormal Tea, 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 returned the ‘pokes’, a quick way, to say hello, on FaceBook, and poked those, suggested by FaceBook.  I spent, about four hours on-line, and felt productive.

I returned, to my home, and fed my fish, and gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  My outgoing mail, with all of those bill payments, had been collected, and I could hope, they would be properly paid.  I visited, with Ramboi, Adrien, and Harmony, and enjoyed, some friendly banter.

I experienced, some good movies, though nothing, that I would easily recommend.  Felon does give, a possibly accurate picture, of some of the reality, of US prison life.  I can recommend, two paranormal documentaries, found on YouTube. The Scole Experiments, details some successful efforts, to connect with ‘other’.  The Phillip Experiment, documents the power, of human psychic projection, through interconnection, as a group.

I was aware, that my remaining time-off, from work, was dwindling, but I remained calm, and accepting of this.  I brought Dikaia inside, around 11:00pm, as she was quite ready, to come inside, and perhaps hurt, to be outside, while I was inside.  Dikaia panted a lot, and was uncomfortable, but did prefer, to be inside, with me.  Dikaia does now have fleas, and I should treat my home, once again, though I now lack, having any Borax.  I enjoyed, a hamburger, and some lettuce, with Italian dressing.  I slept, without the big fan, upon me, to allow Dikaia, to be in the fan’s air current.  I went to sleep, around 4:45am.

I awoke, at 11:04am.  Dikaia had joined me, on the sofa, and I put the fan’s air current, onto me.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I reclined, until nearly 12-noon.  I mused, that these past days off, will soon, be like a fading dream, as the reality, of my work-life, comes to the forefront, of my life.  At this time, it is my work-life, which seems, like a faded dream…  I can be pleased, that these days off, gave some calm and pleasant imprints, to me…  I do believe, that the Bronchaid, has been helpful, to me.  My COPD, was moderate, but I could, manually breathe deeply.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia sought to roam, but returned quickly, when I called for her, and I then put her, onto her chain.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I updated, my movie reference library book.  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 day was overcast, and the air, coming into my bathroom, from outside, was pleasantly cool.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose, and suspected, that on this day, I rid my body, of the remains, of that big enjoyable meal, with Hessbie and Whymaster.  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I slowly became, more wakeful.  I proof-read, and then printed, that letter.

I integrated, the new pages, of my entertainment library book, into that book.  I put away, semi-clean tee-shirts, which I have recently worn.  I shaved, and showered.  I was able, to pleasure myself, without adverse effects, and definitely thank Whymaster, and the Bronchaid, for this.  My body, did appear fuller, somewhat okay.  I seek, to monitor the effects, of the Bronchaid, on my body, and am aware, that I should probably avoid, straining my heart.  I wondered, if my performance, at work, might improve.

I put away, my Toshiba lap-top computer, and pad-locked, my bedroom door.  I wheeled, my outside garbage container, to curb-side.  I put my letter, to Fishnetterrie, into my outside mail-box, with its red flag upwards, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail, for tomorrow’s collection.  I brought inside, the Bronchaid, which I purchased yesterday, at Walgreen’s, and I ate, one Bronchaid capsule, given to me, by Whymaster.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I also then gave, to Dikaia, a nice meal.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with some tuna-fish.  I cleaned the kitchen, and straightened, my living-room.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I ate, a Bayer aspirin, to seek to counterbalance, any risk, of a pressure head-ache, from the extra oxygen and aerobic exertion, at work.  I updated these notes.   I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I selected, two more vacation days, continuing to select Wednesdays, two weeks apart, from one another.  I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Floyd and Lang.  Floyd told me, that Khan had been, escorted out of the building, on Wednesday.  One might think, that Amazon, could disengage workers, in a more discreet manner…  Han told me, that Khan had been removed, for having, too much idle time, and that Khan, was now appealing, to regain his job.  Lang said, that someone had complained, about his ‘management style’.  Lang was determined, to find out, who the culprit might be.  Perhaps half, of our personnel, were absent, on this day.  Perhaps 70-percent, of the Pick personnel, were absent.  Everyone was assigned, to packing Single Totes, and I was put, at the end of one line.  Even Lang, was asked, to work, doing Pack, but he left, instead of working.  Augustus and Floyd, both packed Singles, on this day.  There was, another new group, of trainees…

Boss Corrine, came to me, and gave to me, a verbal coaching, or inquiry, as to why, my rate had been, less than, the basic goal rate, during the previous week.  I said, that my pace, remains the same, and ultimately, my rate, reflects my management.  Do not blame, the round peg, if fails to fit, into the square hole…  I had worked, two whole days, in Singles, and then, when I did work Multis, Cochise had given, many Mega-B carts, to me, and removed, Mega-A carts, from me.  I can hope, that management, might observe, the high number, of packages, which I produce, but they seem, to miss that.  I am also capable, of doing math, in my head, a talent, that those who lack it, might  fail to understand, does exist.

Han was my water-spider and he did, a very good job.  Doright acted, as a Process Guide, and he did, an excellent job.  However, there were, many priority items, which failed to be Picked, by their deadline, and our Packers, sometimes failed, to meet the deadlines, of all of the priority items, which we did have.  I was positioned, at the end of a work-line, where there usually are, more large items, than smaller items.  I did get, some totes, with many small items, that I could package quickly, and Doright brought to me, three totes, with very many small items, that I could package quickly, but, even so, my first-half posted rate, was 72, which was better, than my rate, in Singles, when I was positioned, at the front or middle, which was odd, but yet, was also lower, than what I had anticipated.  I continue to suspect, that my rate, is being artificially lowered.  I do get an impression, that my packing well, can fail to make, any difference, as my rate, will be artificially lowered anyway.  Nonetheless, as my norm, I do seek, to continue, to do a good job anyway.  I seek to maintain, good work habits, as I believe, doing so, is beneficial to me.  I lack any idea, of why I have encountered, such adversity, from Roy, but this seems, to have been the case, since he first arrived.  Perhaps Roy, is satanic?  Perhaps Roy, knowing himself, to be corrupt, and suspecting me, to be honest, viewed me, as a threat.

News reports mentioned, that Obama had given, a moment of silence, from within the White House, marking the time, when the World Trade Center, was attacked.  Obama had then placed, a big wreath, at the Pentagon, at the time, when the Pentagon was attacked.  Hillary attended, a memorial service, marking the 9-11 event, but she became, unable to walk, as the service ended, and had to be helped, to a vehicle.  Hillary’s people explained, that she had pneumonia, due to the stress, of her campaign schedule, but was now okay.  This explanation, also covered, a terrible ‘coughing fit’, which Hillary recently had.

Some black professional football players, declined to honor, our national anthem, and gave black power salutes instead.  If white people, were shouting or saluting ‘white power’, that probably would be described, as hateful and racist.  I do believe, that black racism, is a problem, that needs to be focused upon, by blacks, in the same way, that whites have clearly shown, their preference, for seeing people as individuals, rather than, due to their race alone.  I fear, that black racist groups, can foster the growth, of white racist groups, which copy their names, like White Lives Matter, or the National Association, for the Advancement, of White People.  I can hope, that my remaining, as a Pack worker, while perhaps facing, some disdain from Roy and Cochise, who might feel, that such a ‘lesser job’, should be reserved for blacks, is a statement, that I am an equal, among equals, regardless of race.  I think, most any Pack worker, could perform, a Pack supervisory job, but I am uncertain, if some of our managers, could do, the Pack job…  I think, a two-party political system, favors divisiveness, while a multi-party, parliamentary political system, favors cooperation.

I worked at a good pace, the entire work-shift.  Randy and Friday, are looking forward, to having easy jobs, during the upcoming Peak.  Bluster would also like, to have, an easy job, and hopes to work, in Problem-Solve, which is easy and pleasant.  Bluster said, Trump must apologize, for seeking to have Obama, prove he was born, within the United States, rather than in Kenya.  Trump could apologize, for having offended people, without apologizing, for seeking to find, the truth in that situation, a truth, which Obama, never revealed.  Michelle Obama, describes Kenya, as Obama’s ‘homeland’.  For me, even though, I was born in Paris, France, the United States, is my ‘homeland’.  Blacks do seem satisfied, with those who pander, while those who pander, then seem, to be disdainful, of those who accept pandering, or perhaps annoyed, with having had, to pander, and do little thereafter, of any real benefit, for blacks.  I would suggest, black politicians, have been, just as susceptible, to temptations of corruption, as white politicians.  It might seem, sadly ‘normal’, within our system today, for those who obey law, to be hindered, while those who ignore law, who seem privileged to be corrupt, tend to profit.  There is nothing wrong, with hoping to live, as content, well-cared for, appreciated, sheep.

From my life-time, working with blacks, I would say, that blacks, as individuals, are really about the same, as whites, or people, of any other race.  People are people, as individuals.  I think, people should seek, to avoid being too proud, of anything they are born within, and reserve their pride, for things, in which they had choice.  I suspect, that people, who are overly pleased, by their race, might have little else, of which they can be pleased.  I can be pleased, that I have lived my life, in ways, which are overall, karmicly positive.  I can be pleased, that I am, a good person.

Floyd, Han, and Doright, helped to make, my day more pleasant.  I think, the Bronchaid, made me light-headed, for three or four hours, but that did pass, and I think, overall, the Bronchaid, was helpful to me.  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 released Dikaia, from her chain.  My home, was somewhat comfortable, once I removed my shirt, and remained within, the air current, of a big fan.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had one myself, and then, we each had another.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season seven, of South Park.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, at 11:09am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was comfortable, and was able, to doze, or sleep, until just past 1:00pm.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee, which I also enjoyed, as I updated these notes.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia seemed tempted, to roam, and I put her, onto her chain.  I made three nice portraits, of Pipo, a visitor, to Jualt Art, on FaceBook.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won, at a most difficult setting.

I gave fresh dry-food, to Dikaia.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant, and cologne.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  My outside garbage container, was emptied, so I returned it, to its spot, by my back-stoop.  My mail, had been collected, so my letter, to Fishnetterrie, is now on its way, to her.  The dead possum, is now gone.  I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, some tuna-fish, and three-eggs, as my breakfast.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Fishnetterrie, telling her, a letter, was now on its way, from me, to her.  I fed my fish.  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 awoke, around 11:30am, turned on the main coffee-warmer, and then relaxed, until 12:45pm.  Dikaia wanted, to go outside, and that got me, to get up.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I found a belt, which I can wear.  I gave, fresh dry-food, to Dikaia, and added water, to the little bird-bath, which continues to enjoy, many visitors.  I also, made some notes, about metaphysics, of yesterday and today, to use as possible reference, during my time, as a guest, of a round-table, on metaphysics, this coming Friday.  I think, metaphysics today, has become, a focus on ‘paranormal’ things, with a common denominator, being ‘other life-forms’, such as ghosts, cryptids, and ETs (or ITs, inner-terrestrials, or IDs, inter-dimensionals).

I made fresh coffee, which I enjoyed, as I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I was at, perhaps 90-percent, of my normal energy levels.  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 washed my face.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I fed Dikaia, and my fish.   Dikaia, continues to ignore, that big beef bone…  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I ate, one Bayer aspirin.  I put on cologne.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  There was, a CNN news report, that a Trump supporter, had shared, a sketched image, of Hillary wearing black-face, representing her pandering, to blacks, and this image, was called, shameful, racist, and hateful.  Hillary said, all the controversy, about her emails, was unimportant, just false allegations, against her, pointing out, that nobody, affiliated with the Obama Administration, had charged her, with any crime.

The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, NAACP, called for an end, to ‘charter schools’.  Charter schools are intended, to be advanced education, in math and science, and are for those students, with high grades.  The NAACP, said that charter schools, are discriminatory, as they receive, funds that would otherwise go, to ‘normal’ public schools.’  Some believe, that rewarding intelligence, is of benefit, to society, but the NAACP, seems to think, that rewarding intelligence, discriminates against black people, a contention, that I, if I were a black person, would find to be insulting.  However, some might think, that if society, or humanity, is a body, and resources are finite, then feeding too much, to the head, can result, in the rest of the body, being under-fed.

I went on-line, in the upstairs break-room, and sent a happy birthday note, to my half-sister, via email.  I enjoyed, coffee, supplied by Amazon, with some friendly banter, with Augustus and Floyd.  It was announced, that we might have, a sixth day of work, this week, another mandatory overtime day, but this remained uncertain.  Roy is going to be absent, this week, perhaps to avoid facing, the potential drop, in our group rate, if cheating is curtailed.  Lang remains absent.

There was, plenty of work, and I handled, many priority carts, but even so, we, as a group, did fail, to get out, all of the priority items, on time.  Apparently, Murph walked off the job, and has yet to return.  Godfrey is speaking, of his last day at work.  Floyd says, he intends, to remain, for a while with Amazon.  I have not heard, of anyone being fired, for cheating.  Corrine told me, that my allotment, of unpaid time off hours, has dropped, to six.  I told Corrine, that my allotment, of unpaid time-off hours, seems to drop, on its own, and I do not know why.

Betty, Carrie, and I, gave to each other, quick hazardous warning label approvals.  Khan was my water-spider, on this day, as he was, on the previous day.  Khan does bring supplies, but often, just prefers, that workers, get their own.  When I am focused, on handling priority items, and am paid, to pack items, while water-spiders, are paid, to bring supplies, then it can be, detrimental to my own job performance, to have to get, my own supplies, but I remain willing, to do so, when need be.  I changed my own dunnage, when Khan, failed to appear, to do so, after I used, the last material, that had been dispensed.

Floyd brought to me, a nice tote, with many items, but it was short, by one item, and Floyd then did find, the missing item, and I again packed it.  Ultimately, this helped me, to increase my rate.  I am uncertain, of what my rate, was on this day, but I like to think, that it was okay, as I did handle, many Mega-A good carts.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Carrie, Sally, Jonas, Winston, and Friday.  Carrie felt, that Amelia, might not be with us, that much longer, because Carrie thinks, that Amelia ignores, whatever managers tell her to do.  I said, Amelia’s behavior, is certainly not new, and nothing has happened, to Amelia, in the past, so probably, nothing will happen now.  Overall, the day was pleasant, and my focus, on my work, with many priority deadlines, helped time, to seem to pass, more quickly.  Andrew was, my Process Guide, and he did, a pretty good job, given that he had, so many carts, and not enough packers, which could be, a management issue, though perhaps, management based, the needed number of packers, for the anticipated priority items, on their artificially boosted rates, which can become meaningless, when actual priority items, must be packaged.

I felt okay, physically and mentally, for the entire shift, though perhaps, during second-half, I became, slightly ‘slap-happy’.  I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  It was, a good day, for me with Amazon.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work, listening to ‘hard’ music.  The night air, seemed cool.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave to her, one and a half hot-dogs, and had, the same amount myself.  I washed my face, immediately when I got home, as I did have, some residue, which made itself felt, in my eyes.  I enjoyed, four frozen Michelina dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I felt energized, wakeful, and attributed this, to the high intensity, of work, on the previous day.  I mused, that if I do, have to work, this coming Friday, then I will be unable, to be a guest, on that metaphysics round-table, with Kevin and Jennifer.  I know, that it would be proper, to give to Kevin and Jennifer, as much notice as possible, if I am unable to attend, so they have a chance, to get a replacement for me, but chances are, that Amazon, will not let me know, until the day before, when I am, already at work.  I was able, to doze, until 11:30am, and then remained, on the sofa, until nearly 1:00pm.  I felt okay.  My COPD, became moderate, when I first arose, but it then faded.

I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia roamed, after jumping and climbing, over the gate, which aggravated, her bad foot.  I am thinking, that perhaps, Dikaia might simply need, to have her toe-nails clipped.  I need, to get some information, about how to clip, a dog’s toe-nails…  I retrieved, the outside garbage container, from curb-side, and also retrieved, my incoming mail, which included, a bill for my outgoing water. The sun was searing, but at least, there was, an occasional cool breeze.  I still would like, for cold and wet weather.  My body, was slightly gaunt…  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, advancing one level, of difficulty, each time I won, until I had won, at all levels, and only had, two losses, during that process.  I made, two nice portraits, of a lady’s face.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, got dressed, and then ate, a beef pot-pie.  I hoped, eating more, than I normally do, might help my body, to avoid becoming gaunt, though I suspect, the main culprit, is oxygen deprivation, rather than, my food intake, but perhaps both, are factors.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh dry-food and water, to her.  I added water, to the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I cooked, some macaroni and cheese, and mixed that, with spinach, black olives, and sliced mushrooms.  I was going to add, some black beans, but refrained, as I considered, that eating beans, at work, might be unwise, as that could cause flatulence.  The cheese packet, had become solid, and was unusable, even after being soaked.  I did find, another cheese packet, which I was able, to use, for this meal.  I filled, two cottage cheese containers, intending to enjoy one myself, and to give the other, to Floyd, who is, a vegetarian.  I had told Floyd, I would bring, some vegetarian food, for him, to thank him, for his kindness, and real world help, to me.  I made selections, of candy.  Some rain clouds, did seek to form, but the heat, of the late afternoon, made this challenging.

I played, two games of Solitaire, on the computer, and won one.  I wrote some, to Fishnetterrie.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with some tuna-fish.  I fed my fish.  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I ate a Bayer aspirin.  I put on cologne.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

The work-day, was ‘challenging’, and I almost departed.  I did give to Floyd, at meal-time, that concoction, of macaroni, cheese-powder, spinach, mushrooms, and black olives, which I nicknamed ‘glop’.  I looked forward, to having this meal.  Floyd did thank me, saying he enjoyed it.  Both Floyd and I, had a concern, that a bigger meal, might make us sluggish, and I think, it might have done so.

A very well-paid, black quarterback, for a professional football team, declined to stand up, for the national anthem, and said, he refrained from doing so, because he could not stand, for the national anthem, to honor a nation, that ‘oppresses people of color’. Trump responded, that this gentleman, might find it impossible, to get a job, as good as his, and have the same fine opportunities, available to him now, in any other nation, of our world.  I could imagine, that some people, might yell ‘boo’, at this quarterback, though ultimately, it is his right, in this nation, to voice his opinion, and non-violently protest, if he wishes to do so, though it might be wrong, for him to use, his job, to do so.

There was a news focus, on Yemen, which is said, to now have, about two million displaced persons, from warfare in that nation.  About 200,000 refugees, have left Yemen.  I am reminded, of a poor person, of a Third World nation, looking at the angry blacks, in the US, and asking, why are your poor and oppressed, so fat, not to also mention, covered with jewelry, and have vehicles and places to live…

I had two good carts, at start, and did the priority items, in both of them.  I was positioned, at the end, of multi-cart packers, facing towards the back, so was unable to see, when carts were brought, to the center aisle.  When I did have, two good carts, then boss Cochise, removed one, of my good carts, and replaced it with a so-so cart.  Cochise did add, a so-so cart, to the girl behind me, without removing, either of her good carts.  I did wonder, why Cochise, might seek to be harmful, to me.  I told Cochise, that he could have added, that so-so cart, without removing, the good cart, as I must seek, to be concerned, with having, a good rate, as that is what Amazon wants.  Amazon wishes, to produce volume.  Cochise said, that nobody, should have, more than two carts.  I noted to Cochise, that he had added a cart, without removing one, to the girl behind me, so that he let her, have three carts, and requested, that he treat me, as he treats others.  My logic, is that workers, might be, more willing, to accept, the challenges, of Mega-B carts, or of the new management policies, if everyone, has the same challenge(s), if everyone, is treated, the same way(s)…

I did later note, to Godfrey, that new managers, except for Liam, who is now absent, on military leave, might seem, to focus on me, as the older white guy, thinking that my being older and white, makes me, a safe target.  Doright then had, a so-so cart, with priority items, and he added that cart, to my other two, so I ended up, with three carts, at the same time, with two of them, being so-so carts.  Before Doright and Cochise interfered, I had two good carts, and a good rate.  It was definitely, my supervisors, who lowered my rate…  As soon as my good cart, had been put, into the center aisle, by Cochise, another worker grabbed it, so it was okay, for that other worker, to have my cart, but was not okay, for me to have it…

I was unable, to get good carts, for basically, the rest, of the entire shift.  I kept being given, or was only able, to get for myself, so-so carts.  I was amused, when Cochise, did remove, a good cart, from Amelia and gave to her, a bad cart.  Amelia thanked Cochise, for his ‘being helpful’, and then, when he departed, she put the bad cart, back into the center aisle, and retrieved the good cart.  I think, Amelia’s behavior, was more ‘effective’, than my own…

During our second-half, stand-up meeting, Cochise droned on, about fire safety, and Corrine scanned the badges, of those in attendance.  Cochise spoke of being aware, of the locations, of emergency fire alarm switches, and fire exits, and advised us, to know, where fire extinguishes, are located, and told us, that we could not, seek to put out, any fire ourselves, and that only personnel, approved to use fire extinguishers, were allowed, to do so.  Cochise failed to mention, where fire alarms, fire extinguishers, and designated fire exits, might be located, or what signal might be given, if there was a fire.  I asked boss Corrine, about that, after the meeting, and she said, in a friendly way, that I was, a pain in the ass, and said, she did not know, the answer, to any of those questions.  Corrine has been unable, or unwilling, to tell me, why my allotment, of unpaid time-off hours, decreases on its own.

I knew, that my rate, was so-so, and around 3:00am, after handling, some so-so carts, with priority items, when another, so-so cart, was brought to me.  Everyone else, had two or three good carts.  I declined to accept, this particular so-so cart.  I went, to the ReBin area, and said I would wait there, for my rate, would be better, if I did, absolutely nothing, and waited, for a good cart, than if I continued to work.  I was baffled, by my own behavior.  I have counseled myself, for a long time, to be accepting, and allow myself, to be fired, if it comes to that, and yet here I was, ‘stepping out of line’, like others do, to get a good cart.  I became disgruntled, at my own behavior, at my seeking to get, a good cart, at my failure, to previously get good carts, and at my low rate, due to doing, so many assigned so-so carts.  I guess, I just do not like, having a bad rate.  I also, later speculated, that perhaps, because I had, a good day, the previous day, this so-so day, was hitting me stronger, as I had, once again, resumed seeking, to have a good rate, rather than, being in that mode, of accepting a bad rate, and being fired.  Tomorrow, I shall seek, to go to work, with that acceptance, of having a bad rate…

I mentioned to Doright, that it seemed to me, that the very people, who would be lowering my rate, would be the ones, to later complain, and fault me, for having, a bad rate.  My failure, to get good carts, on my own, was exemplified to me, by how other workers, seemed to have, two or three good carts each.  I did return, to my work-station, and had hit, the ‘U’ on the keyboard, to sign out, and was poised, to hit the ‘S’, to finish that process, and just leave, when Doright appeared, with a good cart, for me.  I felt abashed, that I was being given, some sort, of special treatment, but perhaps, these good carts, had been sent, to another area, perhaps even specifically, to make them, unavailable to me, as everyone else, already had good carts…  Doright then gave to me, a second good cart, and I did finish, both of these, and that perhaps helped, at least somewhat, to repair my rate.

Then, paradoxically, Doright had, a Mega-B so-so cart, and the girl behind me, declined to process it, and I thought, it would be, a priority cart, so I agreed, to do it.  That cart, turned out, to be, without any priority items, so I am uncertain, as to why, it ‘had to be done’.  I gave the girl behind me, the remainder, of the good cart, that I had been working on.  This behavior, of making workers, do so-so carts, seems to be, against Amazon goals, and can hurt workers.

Doright seemed to think, that Cochise, was being an ass-hole, just to push his weight around.  I think, Cochise might be, seeking to implement, the new management policies, against corruption, as that is his job, at this time…  Floyd said, that Horatio, had told Cochise, to do this, because ReBin, needed to have, more Mega-B carts.  Technically, ReBin workers might prefer, to get empty Mega-B carts, from the packing lines, but these are also available, stockpiled as empty carts, at the end, of the work-lines, so that would be, just a longer walk…  Horatio, is not a boss, of Cochise…

I had had, one good day, and one bad day, with Amazon, this week, and thus needed, this day, to have a good rate, to give to me, a good weekly rate.  I feel, that I failed, to achieve this, though the last two carts, from Doright, might have helped me, to do so.  I worked hard, to get, a low rate.  One slot, in a Mega-A cart, with 10 items, is equivalent, to packaging, five slots, in a Mega-B.  I can package, a 10-item Mega-A slot, in less than one minute, or at most two minutes, but it would take me, about perhaps around three or four minutes, to package, five Mega-B slots.  This adds up, with cart after cart, over ten hours…  I might have completed, many more packages, than most everybody else, but my rate, would be, much lower.  I have suggested, that Amazon, count packages, in addition to items, but that suggestion, has never been accepted.  Tomorrow starts, a new week, and this week, is done…  It is, what it is, or was, what it was…

Augustus told me, that Mary has been absent, on medical leave, for some surgery, and will be absent, with partial pay, for six weeks.  Nobody could tell me, why Boolaboola, has been absent.

I shared candy, with many personnel, during this ‘day’, including with security personnel, as I departed.  The outside air, seemed comfortable.  It was at least, much cooler outside, than inside, on this summer night.  Apparently, there had continued, to be, a lack of rain.  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 enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 5:45am.

I awoke, around 11:00am, and was able, to return to sleep, until 2:00pm.  My face, seemed gaunt, but my body, seemed to be okay, and I attributed this ‘improvement’, to my having eaten better, yesterday.  My COPD, was mildly strong, at start, but faded, as the day progressed.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I remain uncertain, if I might, have to work, on Friday, or if I can be, a round-table guest, with Jennifer and Kevin.  At least, I do not have, to seek, to properly care, for children, with Amazon’s scheduling…  Onwards with a smile...  One day at a time…

I fed my fish.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I examined Dikaia’s foot, and tend to believe, that a nail-clipping, might help her.  I played a game, of Reversi-Othello, which I won.  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 washed my face.  I put on, a tee-shirt, and a cap, to conceal my hair.  I did later decide, not to wear a cap, as it makes me, feel warmer, and for now, work can be, warm enough…  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I gave, a nice meal to Dikaia, with a hot-dog.  Looking at the indentations, in the ground, where Dikaia has dug, I joked to her, that the reason, there are craters, on the moon, is because, there was, a big dog there.

I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with some tuna-fish.  I fed my fish.  I put on cologne.  I was, slightly tired, or just without, any enthusiasm, about going to work…  I suppose, I do remain glad, to be employed, to have income, to comfortably make, my car payments.  The sky, had started, to become overcast, with a light veil, of haze, around 4:00pm, and that coverage of our local area, became complete, by 4:30pm.  This at least helped, to cool our area…  I believe, things are better, with the help, of my allies and myself, than without these things.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, at a most difficult setting, to get accustomed, to losing, before I went to work, but I won, all of these games.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I saw rain, falling in some places, but not at my home, nor at work.  There was, a news report, that both Trump and Hillary, had been invited, to attend a meeting, with leaders of Mexico, but only Trump, had accepted the invitation.  Trump went, and said, that he would seek, to improve relations with Mexico, which he said, Obama had neglected.  One might say, that Mexico, could be, as good a source, of ‘cheap labor’, as China, and that if, more US jobs, had gone to Mexico, rather than, to China, then there could be, less illegal immigration, to the US, from Mexico…  Nobody mentioned, that illegal immigrants, often do pay taxes, and do add funds, to Social Security.  Hillary said, that one visit, is not enough, to counterbalance, a year of insults.  However, for some, like perhaps, the people of Louisiana, and the people of Mexico, actions, might speak, louder than words…  Trump cares.  Trump listens.  Trump adapts…  Trump leads (except in the polls, at this time)…  I continue to believe, that Trump, could be, a ‘statesman’, and could be beneficial, for our nation.

Management efforts continued, against artificial boosting of rates, and to seek, to get priority items packaged, and to get packers, to do more Mega-B carts.  In some ways, management is exhibiting, an ’extraordinary effort’, but what they are doing, could be, a normal part, of their jobs, and I continue, to welcome it.  I believe this effort, is long overdue, and perhaps, could help, to save ‘our’ facility.  I am pleased, that management, is at least, making this effort.

Murph attempted, to return to work, but apparently, was blocked, from doing so.  I exchanged greetings, with Lisa, as I arrived.  It was announced, that our second mandatory over-time day, was now unscheduled.  This meant, to me, I could be, a panelist, with Jennifer and Kevin.  Boss Justin said, that those who remove or move, fans that are secured in place, might receive, serious reprimands, for safety violations.  Boss Ryan, said that people, who work Single totes, and travel around, seeking only good totes, will be penalized, by being sent, to the end of the line, and, if they continue, then they might receive, some sort of reprimand.

Raj was assigned, to the work-station, behind mine, but had, a Mega-B cart, which he returned, to the center aisle, and then declared, that there was, a lack of work, in Multis for him, so he then packed Singles instead.  Floyd said, that Raj said, that Raj, is planning, to leave Amazon, and would like, to be fired, to seek to receive unemployment.  Apparently, some multi-packers, followed Raj’s example, and declined, to pack, Mega-B carts.  Marlin brought, a Mega-B cart, to my work-station, and left it, but I saw him do it, and I returned it, to him.  Marlin indicated, that his placement, of that cart, at my work-station, had been an accident…

Floyd said, that some ReBin workers, rather than moving, to another work-station, which already has supplies, instead go to another work-station, that is set-up with supplies, and then make, four trips, back and forth, to move those supplies, to their existing work-station, a process, which is time-consuming, as they could simply sign-in, to the new work-station, and continue working, right away.  Floyd told me, that Vaneshia, had admitted to artificially boosting her rate, and had been allowed, to keep her job, because she admitted it.  Floyd said, that if Vaneshia, had denied, boosting her rate, then management, would have fired her, as they allegedly, could evidence, her behavior…  Floyd filled in, for Lang, on this ‘day’, during Lang’s current ‘medical leave’.

I had, a ‘smooth’ ‘day’, at work.  I handled, many priority carts, for Horatio and Augustus, and many of these, were Mega-B carts, with two items per slot.  My posted rate, for first-half, was 176, and that was indicated, as being 114-percent, of goal, or plan, so was okay.  Winston and Roberto, were positioned near me, so I was able, to give and receive, hazardous warning labels, fairly easily.  When Roy is here, he often seems, to position me, around people, who are unable, to provide, hazardous warning label approvals, but Roy was absent, on this day.

Cochise remained distant, as does boss Justin.  Boss Henrico, did acknowledge my existence, as I departed.  I told Floyd, that I might prefer, to remain in Multi-Packing, for ‘peak 2016’, as my time, packing for Problem-Solve, during ‘peak 2015’, was very demanding, and unrewarding…  Horatio has seemed, to be distant from me, perhaps because, I worked for Justin, or perhaps because, Horatio fears, intelligence in others, and now Justin, seems also distant.
During breaks, I enjoyed, friendly banter, with Caruso and Floyd, and then with Winston.

I had, a good day, with Amazon, and I was glad, to be there.  I worked hard, and had some fun.  I was fortunate, and got, the last cup of coffee, during third-quarter break, as Sally, input a wrong combination, of buttons, and then that machine, displayed a ‘temporarily out of service’ message.  I like to think, that I helped, to influence, for this positive change, by management.  Augustus kindly inquired, about my health, as I prepared to depart.  My COPD, had been mild, and I actually felt better, at the end of work, than I had, at the start of work.  I think, the extra food, the previous day, helped to minimize, my body’s tendency, to become gaunt, during work-days.  I affirmed, to Augustus, that I might like, to remain with Amazon, until May, as working until May, would earn for me, more money, than accepting, the ‘offer’, during February.  Augustus was charming, and said, that he hoped, I might stay, another year, beyond May 2017, as he can use my help.  On good days, with Amazon, I can agree, that I might like, to remain longer, with Amazon…  I like to think, that both the socialization, the mingling with people, and the physical activity, as therapy for my COPD, are both healthy for me, at Amazon…  I do have, other ‘work’ to do, perhaps a book, of selections, from ’a forum with no name’, and, of course, more books, of The Life of Christos, to bring that series, to this date.  I could also polish, the stage-plays, The Crying, and A Whim of Iron...  There is also, promotional work, which can be done.  At any rate, I was very pleased, by Augustus’ kind words.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  The outside air, seemed warm, as was, the inside of my home.  I released Dikaia, from her chain, and gave a hot-dog, to her.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with almost two episodes, of Married With Children.  I fell asleep, during the second episode, and awakened, around 6:15am.  I moved, to the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, and slept, only until 9:00am.  I hoped, to return to sleep, but my body, seemed to believe, that this would be, a day off from work, and it wished, to remain awake.  I remained alert, though I sought, to relax, or to at least, continue, to let my body rest.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I considered eating, a sweet treat, that might put me to sleep, but refrained, from use of that method.  I hoped, to return to sleep, until 1:00pm, but the next time, that I looked, it was 10:30am…  And then, it had become 11:01am, and I had, remained awake…

I arose, and was sluggish, but my COPD, seemed mild to absent, which was nice, for a change.  Perhaps all of this, hot and dry weather, has been healthy for me.  I fed my fish.  I gave fresh water and dry-food, inside to Dikaia.  I left open, the back-door, and Dikaia, refrained from roaming.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  The air was cooler, outside my home, than inside my home.  Some rain clouds, had formed, and I hoped, for some rain, for the plants.  I added, to the metaphysics notes, for the show, with Kevin and Jennifer.  I also updated, my movie wish list, noting some items, that I had packed, the previous evening at work.  Around 1:30pm, I began, to feel tired, perhaps due in part, to the nice cool air, that came into my office, from outside.

I wrote, to Fishnetterrie.  I played and won, games of Connect Four, Checkers, Solitaire, and Reversi-Othello.  The heat, of the day, pushed back, the rain clouds.  I had told, Bluster and Friday, that it would rain, on this day, and I was, slightly annoyed, at the continuing dry weather.

I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, and put on, a clean shirt, socks, and underwear.  I put on deodorant, and my security identification badge, and shoes. I put Dikaia, onto her chain, and washed, her outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  The outside air, was cool, but the living-room, remained too warm, for me to relax within.  I felt a nap, would have been nice.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I made, some macaroni with powdered cheese, and mixed that, with some spinach, and hoped, this would eventually give to me, some more energy, for the long night of hard work ahead.  I was tired.  My COPD though was mild.  Apparently, I had, a good appetite, and I stopped myself, while I continued to feel hungry, from continuing to eat, to seek to avoid, making myself, more tired, than I already was.  I shared, some of my meal, with Dikaia.  I stored the left-over portion, in the refrigerator.  The afternoon heat, had definitely vanquished, the rain-clouds.

I decided, to seek to relax, just past 4:00pm, as I had, almost an hour, before I was to normally depart.  The next thing I knew, I was waking up, and it was 5:33pm.  I rushed out of my home, without locking my door, or giving more food, to Dikaia.  I was still bleary, as I drove, more quickly than I normally do, to get to work.  My journey, was safe and pleasant.  I was able, to reach the upstairs break-room, the facility, at 5:50pm.  I hoped, to have some coffee, but the coffee-machine, in the upstairs break-room, remained ‘temporarily out of service’.  I was able, to clock in, at the proper time, 5:55pm.

Roy had returned.  Corrine was absent, and Henrico, was in charge.  Roy assigned me, to pack Singles.  This turned out, to be, a great day, to pack Multis, as our facility, was seeking, to return to vendors, many large shipments, so those in Multis, got to enjoy, having great rates, with little effort.  I had, a good start, with some easy-to-pack-quickly small items. Roy made a point, to come around, to tell me, that I had, a low rate, and pointed out, that I was in Singles, during a great day to be in Multis.  Roy never visits, when my rate is good…  I did point out to Roy, that it was he, who had assigned me, to work Singles.

I later mused, that it was Amazon, that was perhaps, the loser in this, as Amazon was paying me, more than normal, to work on this day, time and a half, for overtime, but using me, in a capacity, in which I normally perform, less than great, whereas I excel, at packing Multis.  Some personnel, from other areas, inexperienced with Multis, were brought in, to help with Multis….  Perhaps Roy was ‘disturbed’, at the new management policies, against corruption.  I think Roy, was seeking, to be malicious, and just inadvertently, happened to also be, inefficient, raising that old question, of evil or stupid, with an answer, sometimes being both.

I could muse, that if I, really really wanted, to retain this job, then I could have, sought to just switch myself, to packing Multis.  I could muse, that if management, really really wanted, for me to retain this job, then management, could have switched me, over to Multis…  Ultimately, I figured, that this day, would not matter, and what counted, was that I seek, to make the best, of the situation.  I did, as good a job, as I could, and rested content, with the extra income, which I hoped to use, to pay, my property tax, and thus get, that big bill paid, comfortably with work income, rather than, perhaps seeking to pay it, with Social Security income, on challenging shorter notice…

Taloos, was my water-spider, and he did, a so-so job.  I got my own supplies, most of the time.  Taloos would visit, the work-stations, with supplies, of the girl behind me, and the girl ahead of me, even when, they did not need supplies, but he often ignored, the blue lights, of packers who actually needed supplies.  Taloos told me, that he would bring supplies, when he made rounds, and if I needed anything else, I should get them myself, which is what I did, but doing so, doing his work for him, would reduce my rate.  Perhaps Taloos, had lacked adequate rest, or perhaps, he had been indulging, in some recreational beverage or substance, as this definitely was, an ‘off day’, for him…

At least, I became, alert and awake, fairly quickly, once I began work.  During first quarter break, Bluster asked me, if I had, ever made any money, with writing, and I answered affirmatively, but Bluster turned, and began speaking, to someone else, before I could finish my answer…  I suspect, that Bluster’s charm, is superficial…  At least Bluster, is normally pleasant.  I visited, the down-stairs break-room, and enjoyed coffee there, during meal-time and third-quarter breaks.

I enjoyed friendly banter, with Floyd, during our meal-time break.  We actually had, a serious talk, mentioning books by Heinlein, and Assimov.  I said, that Assimov’s Foundation series, had taught me, about the use of empirical data, to predict human futures.  I told Floyd, of the four major paths that humanity, as groups and as a whole, can simultaneously travel upon, these being Apocalypse, an end of civilization, due to bio-accumulative poisons, famine, disease, or natural disasters, perhaps due to environmental mismanagement, by humanity, and Armageddon, an end to civilization, due to abuse of free will, and 1984, a perpetuation, of civilization, with limits, on free will of humanity, and a Golden Age, a continuation of civilization, through human free will.

During the third quarter, I was asked, to help pack, the priority items, in Multi-Carts, and I did so.  Cochise visited, and said my rate, doing Multis, was “sky-rocketing”.  I said, that sadly, my rate, in Multis, would fail to count, as I would have worked, in that area, less than five hours.  I had been assigned, to Singles, for over five hours, before the switch was made.  I told Cochise, that I hoped, at least management, would refrain from blaming, the square peg, for failing to fit, into the round hole.  I got the priority items done, by their deadlines.

I saw, a news report, during third-quarter break, which indicated, that Hurricane Hermine, had made landfall, in Gandalf’s area, of Florida.  Gandalf, is now gone, but when he lived, his area, remained protected.  Gandalf did make, a positive difference, with weather, in his local area.  Gandalf’s area, could also, probably better handle the hit, than areas, a little more to the west, like Louisiana, which already had, flood damage.  Gandalf’s area, is one which I never visited, and was outside, of both what I have called Kokomo, and the path I traveled, between Florida and California.

At least I was able, to enjoy fairly quick, hazardous warning label approvals, thanks to Selassie.  Selassie said, that he lives, in the Hopewell area, and has seen me, at a McDonald’s.  I shared candy, with many people, including security personnel, as I departed.  I was uncertain, if had, actually clocked out, so returned, and did so.  Floyd told me, that when one forgets, to clock out, that one’s time, is then indicated, by when one, used one’s security badge, to exit 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 enjoyed, the left-over ‘glop’, and four frozen Michelina dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 7:15am.  My home was cooling, and that was nice.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I actually covered myself, with a Native American blanket, though I was, without a shirt.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 12:35pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as fresh coffee brewed, while I updated these notes.  I turned on, both aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  The outside air, was cool, very nice.  Tree leaves, browned by our drought, began to fall, though this was not, due to seasonal change.  I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and then a nice meal, which also included, a hot-dog.  I also gave to Dikaia, fresh dry-food.  I was able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.

The sky was overcast, and there came, some occasional gusts of wind, which brought, cool fresh air into my home.  I attributed our weather, to the approach, of the remnants of storm Hermine.  I determined, that I do have, enough cans of soup, fruit, and dog-food, and frozen dinners, to last until my next pay-check, and that I probably, also have, enough dry dog-food.  That meant, I could refrain, from using, this limited time off, from work, to go grocery shopping.  I spent some time, polishing my ‘Metaphysics Reviewed’ material, which I hoped, to be able to speak, during the upcoming radio program, with Jennifer and Kevin.

I gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I got myself ready, to do things, outside of my home.  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I went, to a nearby Wawa, and got cigarettes.  I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I received instructions, from Kevin, about how to connect, with the Paraversal Universe radio program, of the Paranormal King network.  Kevin informed me, that rather than, a topic being, ‘metaphysics’ reviewed, it would now be, ‘paranormal’ reviewed.

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 asked to connect, with Amelia-P, a ‘medium’ or ‘psychic’, scheduled to be a panelist, with me, on the radio show, with Kevin and Jennifer, and she agreed to this.  Amelia reminded me, a little, of Fishnetterrie.  The other panelist, Jim-H, a paranormal investigator, lacked the option, of connecting, as a ‘friend’, on FaceBook.  Jim-H reminded me, a little of Whymaster.  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 FaceBook and email connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by ‘Paranormal,(new)’, Mary-M, and Steve-B.  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 shared a mention, of the upcoming radio show, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I was somewhat productive.  Some of those youths, with whom I had a challenge previously, were at the McDonald’s, and they remained, fairly well behaved, on this day.

I returned to my home, and got ready, for the radio program.  I fed my fish and gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I was unable to connect, with my first attempt, but was successful, on the second attempt.  Our weather, turned cool and wet…  My living-room, became very comfortable.  The show lasted, about two hours.  I really lacked, much opportunity, to make relevant, my books, as we all focused, on paranormal things.  I did mention, my test with Randi.  I did get to urge, paranormal investigators, to seek to investigate, with modern equipment, the old ways, of people and things, which have, in our past, and today, connected with the ‘paranormal’.  I said, today’s paranormal investigators, seem to visit, places of murder and mayhem, asylums, places with ‘spirits’, which were tortured in life, and which might be residuals, like recordings, rather than ‘sentient’, or ‘interactive’.  I asked, if ETs were to visit our planet, to seek to connect with, or explore ‘humanity’, then should these ETs, visit places of murder and mayhem, asylums, places where people are tortured, or should they instead, seek to connect with, or explore, places where humans, live ‘normally’, in healthy, content ways…  I said, that I, as a shaman, shammas, am like an ambassador, of ‘other’ to humanity, and that those, who wish to investigate ‘other’, in respectful ways, could investigate, in proximity to me.

Amelia-P, and Jim-H, are going to soon become, co-hosts of a radio show, with the Paranormal King network, and they promoted that show, and its first guest, who is descended, from two mass murderers, serial killers, and has an interest, in paranormal things.  I had kept, my cellular telephone, plugged in, to refrain, from running out, of battery power, but then I got a message, that the battery, was overheating.  I unplugged the phone, and that seemed, to solve that problem.

I did mention, that in the unfolding, of events, of Biblical Revelations, we might now, be just after, the poisoning of the sea, thanks to Fukushima, and ‘a gathering of armies’, in Syria.

Jennifer warned, that casual use, of a Ouija board, to connect with ’other’, can result, in leaving a door open, and letting most anything, come through, to our reality.  Jim-H warned, that investigating a place, can result, in curiosity by those being investigated, which can influence them, to follow one, to one’s own home.  Amelia-P, said that her own home, is filled with portals, which allow her, to help police, in searches for missing persons.  Amelia-P, also has, ‘blue beings’, as helpers.

I thought, the radio program, was interesting, informative awareness-building, though its usefulness, in promoting my books, might be so-so, other than showing me, to be well informed, about paranormal things.

I had a nice talk, with Roger, after the show.  Roger had called me, before the show, and I had told him, I had limited time, and would call him, after the show, which I did.  Roger has recently enjoyed, visiting a wrestling event, in Richmond.  The light drizzle, continued throughout the evening hours.  I enjoyed a meal, and experienced, a mini-series, about five hours in length, of an adaptation, of The Wizard of Oz.  Dikaia was good company.  I sought sleep, around 6:00am, but remained awake, until after 7:00am.

I awoke, at 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was tempted, to remain awake, but the cool air, was so inviting, to remain asleep, that I did, return to sleep.  I awoke again, around 12:45pm, and did arise, at that time.  The day was overcast, with cool air, and some occasional gusts of wind.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and then, a bit later, the other, and then, a bit later, fed my fish.  I gave fresh water and dry-food, inside to Dikaia.  Dikaia did roam, and came home, when I called for her, and then I kept her inside.

I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I processed, the wit and wisdom, which graced my life yesterday, and the made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.  I ate, some Bayer aspirin (nsaid), perhaps mostly powdered granite, as I had, a pressure headache, perhaps due, to the solid food, I ate the day before, and perhaps also, due to the drop, in air pressure, from the low cell.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.  I straightened, my living-room.  I cleaned the kitchen.

I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello.  I visited, with Ramboi Adrien, and Declan.  Ramboi told me, the storm, has now passed.  Adrien is looking forward, to the start, of squirrel hunting season, next week.

Dikaia preferred, to be outside, so I put her, onto her chain, before I then went, to Dollar Tree, in Cavalier Square, and bought hot-dogs, 20 bags of candy, and aspirin.  I returned, to my home, and gave a hot-dog, to Dikaia.  I put things away.  I emptied, the kitchen and office garbage, into the outside garbage container.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave to her, fresh water, and dry-food.  I fed my fish, and gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  I gladly accepted, four 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 Gordon-S, and Kale-E, among others.  I added, to my ‘blurbs’, a talk on Paraversal Universe, with ‘paralogians’ Kevin, Jennifer, and Jim, with shaman Jualt Christos, and psychic medium Amelia…  Topics include, paranormal of yesterday and today, tips about paranormal investigations, ouijas and other portals, shamanism, mediumship, and ‘paralogian’ issues (‘http://mixlr.com/paranormal-king/showreel/paraversal-universe-ww-brooks-a-pisano-j-heater/’).

I shared, on my FaceBook time-line, items from paranormal, metaphysical, and spiritualist groups, and shared promotional art, and text information, about my books, with those groups.  I enjoyed, a few breaks, outside in the temperate, comfortable, cool air, with cigarettes.  I was somewhat productive, and at least enjoyed, my time on-line, for a few hours.  Hessbie expressed, some interest, in coming with me, when I visit Whymaster, and the beach.  The television, at this McDonald’s, failed to have, anything on it, on this day, so I missed, getting any ‘news’.

I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, some movies, including, Into the Heart of the Sea, which was good, but perhaps less interesting, to those, with general interests, and definitely a source of sorrow, for those, who might prefer, to avoid tales, of hunting helpless whales, though one whale, was aggressive, and was not ‘helpless’.  This tale, is about, how Herman Melville, came to write the book, Moby Dick, and is the story of events, upon which, that book was based.

I enjoyed, a hamburger, and a can, of mini-beef ravioli.  I enjoyed, the cool air.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am.  I awoke, around 11:43am, due to an incoming phone call, which I missed, that turned out, to be from Pea.  I began to brew, fresh coffee.  I remained reclined, and perhaps dozed, and arose around 12:45pm.  I fed my fish.  I could muse, that I had been, without any shadow upon me, about returning to work, during my two days, off from work.  I simply, did not think, about my job.  My COPD, was moderate, but faded.  I enjoyed fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia roamed, and I put her, onto her chain, when she returned.

I called Pea, and learned, that he needed, some help, to get some pictures, printed from his telephone.  Pea has a telephone, which is over a year old, from before the current ‘smart phones’, and Walgreen’s, was unable to get pictures, from it for him.  I told Pea, that perhaps, he could email the pictures, to himself, or to Donna.  I advised Pea, that he could also, do a Google or Yahoo search, for ‘how to transfer pictures’, and get some step-by-step instructions. I did ask Pea, if he and Donna, had gotten married, and he said, they had done so.

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 shared, in my letter, to Fishnetterrie, the web-site, for the show, with Kevin, Jennifer, Amelia-P, and Jim-H.  I made, three pieces of art, two abstract, and one realistic, of a male torso.  I enjoyed, many games, of Reversi-Othello, and won most, at greater levels of difficulty.  And then, with some reluctance, came time, to face, preparations for work…

I put away, my laptop computer.  I set-up, my DVD-player, with an item, to seek to enjoy, after work.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I selected, a clean tee-shirt.  I shaved, and showered, and put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  My strong pressure pain, in my head, returned, when I sought, to pleasure myself, and then, I had, a strange obstruction, in my vision, a wavering image, like looking through water, at a curved cylinder, that had crisscrossing lines, with some colors, from about 9 to 12, on a clock-face.  I ate some aspirin, and, after a short while, that vision obstruction, went away.

I made selections, of soup, candy, and fruit, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, with some tuna-fish.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh dry-food and water, to her.  I kept my outside garbage container, in my yard, as tomorrow, collection day, is to be, a holiday, and I hoped, those workers, would enjoy, an extra day off, from their jobs.  I don’t think, that I actually relaxed, during these, past two days, off from work.  I looked forward, to having four days, off from work, after working three consecutive days.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won, over half of them, at various levels of difficulty.  I fed my fish.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  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, with some coffee, supplied by Amazon, in the upstairs break-room, before work began.  Floyd said, that Roy told him, that the automated rate system, is messed up, so sometimes, Roy just posts, what he thinks, the rate should have been.  There seemed to be, some focus, by Cochise, on Bap and Geronimo, to guide them, to increase their actual rates.  Everyone worked, on packing items, of orders, with one item per package, Single Totes.  Both ReBin and Multi-Cart, were shut down, due to lack of work.  Much transport, of packages, would be halted anyway, due to tomorrow’s holiday.  Our ‘holiday pay’, which is now, time and a half, rather than double-time, begins at 12-midnight, but is a maximum, of eight hours, even though, we work, ten-hour shifts, because the main office, is only open, eight hours per day.  Something is better than nothing, but what we receive, is less, than what might be construed, as fair.

I worked hard, during first-half, and the packer ahead of me, Simon, commented on how fast I was going.  Simon had, a first-half rate, of 80, while I had, a first-half rate, of 66.  I was annoyed and discouraged.  It seemed, that no matter, how hard I might work, or how well I might perform, I still face that gauntlet, of what gets posted.  Simon said, he would vouch for me, and could say, that my low rate, was false, inaccurate.  I considered, that perhaps, I am being pressured, to either, artificially boost my rate, and now risk being fired, or, be fired anyway, for low posted rates.  I told Cochise, I would seek, to honestly do, as good as I can, and if that isn’t good enough, then so be it.  I appreciate, that others might lack, alternate income, like Social Security, and so, for them, this issue carries, more stress and pressure.

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.

I awoke, around 9:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  Had this been, a day off, from work, then I might, have arisen, at that time, but, as this was or is, a work-day, then I felt, I needed, to have more rest, and to awaken later, so that I would be, more able, to remain awake, for the long work-night ahead.  I returned to sleep, until 11:45am, and then dozed, or relaxed, until 12:15pm, at which time, I did arise, as my home, felt a bit too warm, for me to sleep, even with, use of the fans, which were basically, pushing warm air around.

My COPD, was moderate, and there was, some tightening, in my throat, probably due, to emphysema, which is a condition, that eventually killed Howard.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, and then made fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia did roam, so I put her, onto her chain.  I fed my fish.  I positioned, a big fan, left by Mike2, at the entrance, to my office, but my office, still felt warm at times.  I did feel, a touch of sorrow, about my return to work, but distracted my mind, with tasks.  I seek to avoid, feeling tired of, or sorrowful, facing challenges in life…  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 removed one item, from my movie library, and updated my entertainment reference book.  I also updated, my entertainment review.  I played, four computer games of Reversi-Othello, and the best I did, was to achieve, a tie, in one game.  I then, got my day, ‘into gear’…

I straightened my living-room, and put away, my lap-top computer, and selected, the last of those, new tee-shirts from Rose’s.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved, and showered, and put on clothing, and my security identification badge.  I put on, my new shoes, which felt, a little tight.  I emptied, my kitchen and office trash, into the outside garbage container.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia, and enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  I made selections, of fruit, soup, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I pad-locked my bedroom door.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  My COPD was mildly strong, but the pressure on my throat, became less.  The trip, to the street, was challenging.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Adrien and Ramboi, both of whom, were quite inebriated.  Adrien is having, a brake problem, with fluid leaking, from one tire.  I fed my fish.  There were, some clouds around, with a possibility of rain, but basically, the air itself, was hot and dry.  I updated these notes, and spent some time, writing to Fishnetterrie.  At least, I did not feel tired.  I ate, two Bayer aspirins.  I departed, from my home, around 5:05pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I sought, to claim a day off, for the end of this work-week, but the kiosk computer, in the upstairs break-room, first approved, my submission, of this request, and then, turned red, with a message, that there had been, a system error.  Augustus advised me, to go downstairs, and visit Human Resources, and I heeded his advice.

There were two people, ahead of me, waiting in line, and the wait, was lengthy, about 15 minutes.  The lady ahead of me, commented, that recently, our Human Resources department, had been commended, as being, one of the best, within Amazon, and now, we had, only one person, a new person, inexperienced, who was manning, this site.  Perhaps this is consistent, with those who are competent, being targeted, for adversity.  The nice, Human Resources lady, told me, that she was unable, to help me, to confirm or remove, that vacation request, and advised me, to do it myself, from a nearby Hub computer, which I then, sought to do.  I was able, to input my request, for one day off, ten hours, this coming Wednesday, but when I reviewed my requests, there were now two, and each of them, were for 20 hours.  I did again, seek the help, of the Human Resources representative, but she said, she was unable, to access these things, nor was she able, to guide me, in how to cancel and replace, my vacation request, from the Hub.

I went back upstairs, to the kiosk, in the break-room there, and Augustus sought to help me, but the kiosk, behaved wrongly, and Augustus then suggested, that I get Corrine, to cancel both requests.  I did then mention, to Corrine, this situation, and later, she did tell me, that she had cancelled, both requests.

There was, a lack of Multi-Cart work, and everyone, was to pack Single Totes.  Mandatory overtime, had been announced, for all shifts, and I found it, a tad odd, for us to have, mandatory overtime, when we lacked, having enough work.  I found, my assigned work-station.  However, a gentleman came to me, to say, that he had been assigned, this work-station.  We went back to the board, and I found, that my card, had been moved, to a different work-station, and this gentleman’s name, had been written in, at the work-station, where my card, had previously been located.  This happened, after I left, the stand-up meeting, as the last thing I do, before departing, from the stand-up meeting, is to double-check, my location, as sometimes, some workers, are prone, to moving things around, when bosses are absent.

The work-station, to which I was now assigned, lacked many sizes of boxes, lacked having, any hazardous warning labels, was out of tape, as the tape-dispensing machine, was empty.  I had, some pre-existing dunnage, and so failed, to quickly notice, that my dunnage machine, was not dispensing dunnage, the inflated plastic bubbles, used to secure items, within boxes.  I sought three times, to feed the dunnage, through the dispensing-machine, but each time, the dunnage, would come off, of its track. Misty sought to help me, but got the same result.  Khan was my water-spider, and he did, a very good job.  Khan brought, another dunnage dispensing machine, to my work-station.  Misty then discovered, that she lacked, having a dunnage machine.  I gave to Misty, all of my existing dunnage, and then used, dunnage from my machine.  Khan did eventually, bring a dunnage-dispensing machine, to Misty.

After all that, things were somewhat okay, for the remainder, of my work-shift.  I lacked, having any envelopes, and did get eight to ten, from Jallah.  Two gentleman, came to my work-station, and took, all but two, of my envelopes.  The gentleman, ahead of Misty, seemed to seek, to slow her down.  As always, Amelia and Marlon, spent much time outside of their work-stations, perhaps more time, outside of their work-stations, than within them.  Later, Doright and Marlon were assigned, to Multi-Cart, and they raced, and Doright finished his cart’s six shelves, while Marlon, still had, two shelves remaining.

Due to my idle time, while seeking, to get my work-station, to be okay, my rate, was low.  It can be impossible, to authentically repair, a low rate, in Single Totes.  My first-half rate, was posted, as 59.  I hope, that my smoother, faster, normal performance, during second-half, helped to repair, my first-half rate.  Time seemed, to move slowly, during the entire work-shift.  I focused, on doing my job, honestly and competently, and let the cards, fall where they might.  Corrine told me, that I had, made over 100-percent, of bench-mark, for my weekly average, during the previous week, and I thought, that was miraculous, given Marlon’s obstruction.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Bluster, Friday, and Winston, among others, during breaks.  Friday asked, that I keep confidential, information about his art.  I told Friday, that I felt, he could use, his characters, in a comic-book, or graphic novel format.  Friday told me, his art, is pictures, rather than statues, but perhaps, in a future, he might make, some statuettes, figurines, of his figures, with a 3-D printer.  Friday seemed to think, that working conditions, were smoother, in Problem-Solve, when Horatio, was focused, on Holly.

Augustus asked me, to ReBin, and I asked Augustus, if I might first complete, some priority items, and he said yes.  I told Roy, that I would be, moving to ReBin and he asked me, to handle one more tote, which was filled, with priority items, and I did so.

I worked, a full; shift, and shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  My belt, again fell apart…  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Floyd, as I was departing.  Floyd had a tape-dispensing machine, which jammed all of the time, so he ended up, moving himself, to a different work-station.  Then Floyd found himself, ‘in the arena’, with Doright, among others, seeking to grab, all of the good totes.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to my home, from work.  I released Dikaia, from her chain.  My home was warm, but tolerable, with use of fans.  I gave, two hot-dogs, to Dikaia, and had two myself.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awakened at 7:30am, and then again, at 9:30am.  I felt, awake and refreshed.  However, I felt, this would be, too early, to arise, on a work-day, so I did, return to sleep, until 12:30pm.  I prepared some images, of the Isuzu’s frame, to seek to share, with mechanic Gary.  Dikaia roamed, and had some fun, with some neighbors, indicating that she wanted, to hop into their vehicle, as she might, with any stranger…  I put Dikaia, onto her chain.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I gave fresh dry-food, and a hot-dog, to Dikaia, and had a hot-dog myself.  I polished the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal.  I was without enthusiasm, about going to work.  I felt tired, and yawned a few times, after 4:00pm, and attributed this, to my COPD.  I won half, of games, of Reversi-Othello.

My new shoes, had been, very uncomfortable, a tad too small, even if, the correct size, was labeled, so I put on, my old pair.  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 repaired my belt.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three egg breakfast, and also ate, some tuna-fish.  I got, a few mosquito bites.  There are health warnings, about a new virus, Zika, now being carried, by mosquitoes, which can infect humans, and cause birth defects, if a female is infected, when pregnant.   Human females can be infected, either by mosquitoes, or by human males.  I made a note, of three dates, to seek to have, as vacation days.  I departed, from my home, around 5:00pm.

I enjoyed, a safe and pleasant journey, to work, from my home.  I was able, to have a Human Resources representative, show to me, how to properly claim, vacation days, and did so, for this Wednesday, and then, two more Wednesdays, two weeks apart, from each other.  I felt tired, at start.  I enjoyed, some coffee, supplied by Amazon, and friendly banter, with Floyd, before work began.  Simon, an older gentleman, said that if he retired now, his monthly Social Security payment, would only be, $600 a month, so he is inclined, to continue working, but feels, hard-pressed, at times, with Amazon.  Simon continues, to work full-time, though he told me, two weeks or more ago, that he had been told, that due to his low rates, he would have, to switch, to working part-time.  Simon said, that he had heard, that an Amazon facility, in Louisiana, had been adversely impacted, by the flooding, so we might receive, some of their work.  Floyd later told me, that a fire, had adversely impacted, an Amazon facility, in Philadelphia, so we might receive, some of their work.  We have, a new operations manager, Dustin, as Singh, has now transferred, to day shift.  Chloe visited briefly, to tell me, she had enjoyed, working with me.  Chloe is leaving Amazon, even though, she has yet to find, another job.  Chloe hopes, to never ever, again work, with Amazon.  Chloe has been, a bright spot, for me, with Amazon, though my interactions, with her, have been infrequent.  Chloe has always had, a bright, kind, nice, smile, and been a source, of good cheer.  I believe, Amazon has a loss, when it loses Chloe, but she said, that Amazon, will not care.

My work day, was pleasant.  Han was my water-spider, and he worked very hard, and did, a truly excellent job.  I thanked Han, for his hard-work, and told him, that his work, was of value, to all packers, and he made, a positive difference, for all of us.  I had some delays, getting hazardous warning labels, as Marlin was, my nearby connection, and he was absent, a lot of the time.  My packing slips, were not always fully printed, and that caused me, a problem, one time, when I was unable, to scan the packing slip.

Doright, was my Process Guide, and he did, a very good or excellent job.  Doright made a point, to be pleasant, and I again considered, giving my telephone number, to him, in case he might enjoy, experiencing a movie with me.  I refrained, as I am uncertain, if my home would be ‘respected’.  I know, that Doright is of an age, where sex, can seem, very important, and I am somewhat unable, to be physical…  Doright, is very handsome.

I handled, very many carts, with priority items, and very very many, priority items.  I performed, an excellent job, on this day, and kept very busy, and time went by, fairly quickly.  I probably had, a good rate, for the day.  There was a time, when Floyd told me, that ReBin was getting short, on Mega-B carts, so I packed and emptied, one Mega-B for him, at that time.

I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Friday, Winston, Randy, Bluster, Susie, and Lilly, during breaks.  Friday said, that Cullum, had done, an excellent job, in kick-out, where this was, a challenging day.  My sense, of being tired, and having, some tightness, in my chest, faded as the work-day progressed.  It was a good day, for me, with Amazon.  Ray did come around, and told me, there would be, a ‘power hour’ with prizes, to be awarded, to the top six packers.  I was somewhat discouraged, by this news, as I anticipated, that those, who artificially boost their rates, would be, the likely winners.  I declined, to be ‘bribed’, to artificially boost my rate.  During the final quarter, I focused, on doing my job properly, and processed, three Mega-A carts, that were entirely composed, of priority items, and then also did, part of two Mega-B carts, with priority items.

I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  The outside air, was comfortably cool, and that was nice.  This cooler air, could last, for several days.  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 did not use, the big fan, from Mike2.  I enjoyed, one episode, from season six, of Married With Children, with four frozen dinners.  I went to sleep early, around 5:30am.

I awoke, at 12:30pm.  It is unusual, for me to sleep, so long.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I enjoyed, some quality time, with Dikaia, and arose, around 1:15pm.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I still felt tired.  Although this would be, my final work-day, of this work-week, I was without, the little boost, I normally have, from that fact.  I was not averse, to going to work, and I was, at least without, any sense of sorrow.  I was just tired.  Even as I became, more wakeful, I remained tired, and I attributed this, to my COPD.  I fed my fish.  I enjoyed left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I made fresh coffee.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.

Dikaia roamed, and I put her, onto her chain, when she returned, which she did, when I retrieved, my outside garbage container, from curb-side.  That container, had been emptied.  I fed my fish.  I put water, into the little bird-bath, which had become, totally dry.  There came, five gunshots, from nearby, around 2:45pm.  Day-time shooting, is fortunately, somewhat rare.  I wrote down, my telephone number, to perhaps give, to Doright.  I made two images, of Friday’s art, into pieces, of desktop background art.  I processed, the items, for my slide-shows.  I remained, somewhat lethargic, but was mentally prepared, to go to work, and figured, that once, I got into gear, then I would be fine.  I washed my arm-pits, and put on deodorant.  I shaved, and washed my face.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and won more, than I lost, and won, at Connect Four.

I would speculate, that ‘debt’, as a weapon, has perhaps, never been, deliberately employed, by governments.  Trump is among those, who have used bankruptcies, to his advantage.  A default, on debt, can hurt one’s creditors.  When Britain, financed a war, to preserve, its colonies, in North America, from France, it was the British government, which then later faced, some financial pain.  A government, needs income, to pay, for social programs.  When Britain, sought to add, a tax on tea, to its North American colonies, to help pay, for its war debts, in defending them, those colonies, then revolted, and had, their ‘war for independence’.  The government, of France, helped to finance, the US side in that war.  After that war, the US then defaulted, on its debt repayment, to France, which then resulted, in that government, being less able, to pay for, its social programs, which then led, to a popular revolt, against that government, and ended, the rule, of the French monarchy.  Sometimes I am concerned, about the stability, of both China’s government, and my own, due to their debt issues.

I dressed for work.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s outside food and water bowls, and gave fresh dry-food, and water, to her, as well as, a nice meal.  I made selections, of fruit, soup, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast, and some tuna-fish.  I played, some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won, at a setting, which is normally difficult, for me to win.  I ate, two Bayer aspirins.  I fed my fish.  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 enjoyed, some friendly banter, with coffee, with Augustus, Lang, and Floyd.  Lang’s skin rash, is now gone.  I remained tired, beat, accepting, of whatever situation, I might face.  I worked, at a comfortable pace, and was unconcerned, uncaring, about what my rate might be.  My posted rate, was okay, 190.  I did some Mega-B carts, and the Mega-A carts, were so-so.  Time passed, very slowly.  I remained tired.

Doright worked, near to me, and was pleasant, charming…  Doright wins people over.  On this day, Doright, did seem, to work.  Doright bragged, at the end, that he had processed, 475 items, during the last hour.  I was dubious about that, but Doright loudly asserted, that he had, actually done this.  I suppose, that Doright, can apply himself, but, because he does, often, or sometimes, cheat, his credibility, with me, is somewhat less than sterling.  I did give, my telephone number, to Doright, and he did say, that he enjoys movies.

Lilly was disturbed, because she had, a rate, of 385, during the ‘power hour’, on the previous ‘day’, but that had failed, to be high enough, to win a prize.  Bluster was happy, because he had, a rate of 94, in Single totes.  That was, one of the best times, for Bluster, and I think, he might have achieved it, with some ‘coaching’, from Doright.  Floyd said he had a rate, in Single Totes, of 117.  Floyd said he achieves, a rate, of 750 or higher, when he is moving slowly, doing ReBin.  I generally, am around 485, when in ReBin.

Vaneshia, visited my work-station, five times, to ‘coo’ at Marlin.  Vaneshia was somewhat pleasant, even to me.  Vaneshia, shot a beaver’, to Marlin, and then Marlin, and the guy who was with him, at that time, suggested to me, that if I were younger, I would ‘dive on that’ very quickly.  To be pleasant, or to maintain, a ‘proper’, animal, heterosexual image, I agreed, but said, I am now, beyond such things, though truth be, I would never, have ‘appreciated’, ‘raw’, or sex just for sex…  I did advise Marlin, that a stable, nice woman, might be more appropriate, to have a family.  I also mused, to myself, that if Marlin, is given to cheating, or getting over, then he might be, inappropriate, for a stable, nice, family-oriented woman, and I suspect, that Marlin could be gay.  Vaneshia might be fun, at times, in and out of bed, but she is probably, going to ne, very unpleasant at times.

At any rate, my heart, was not, ‘into my work’.  I was tired, of the arena.  I was just tired.  My humor indicated, that I was having, some issues processing oxygen.  I remained tired, sluggish, for the entire shift, and would have preferred, to be elsewhere.  Time passed, very slowly.  I worked, a full shift, and was glad, when this ‘day’ ended.  I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.

Mimics are people, who copy the behavior, of those they think, are ‘proper’.  Mimics can be sociopaths, who are seeking, to appear to be ‘good’.  I mused, that in a war, with psychopaths on one side, like ISIS, and with sociopaths, on the other, the psychopaths are probably, going to actually win, but the sociopaths, will seek to claim victory.  There was, a news report, that Iraqi government forces, are going to attack Mosul, the second-largest city, in Iraq, which is controlled, by ISIS.  There are 1.2 million people, in Mosul, and the United Nations, has prepared, temporary housing, for 125,000 people.

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 split another hot-dog, with Dikaia.  My home, was comfortable.  I found, the fourth frozen dinner, from last night, to still be, in the microwave.  I threw it away.  I enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.

I awoke, around 11:30am, when there came, a local telephone call, from someone new to me.  I refrained from answering.  No message was left.  I turned on, the main coffee-warmer, and returned to sleep.  I awoke again, around 12:15pm, and did get up.  I remained tired.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  Dikaia roamed, so I put her, onto her chain.  My home was comfortable.  I remained tired.  I fed my fish.  I picked, two ‘sacred geometry’ cards, randomly, and got Connection and Openness.  I made three pieces, of desktop background art, from these.  I was quite lethargic.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, and, although I felt, somewhat less than together mentally, I did win, all of these games, even at, more difficult settings.  I played a game, of Solitaire, on the computer, and won.  This motivated me, to tackle my lethargy.  I turned on, the aquarium lights, put away, one big fan, and swept, my living-room and hallway, and the walkway, from my front door, to the mailbox.  I think perhaps, that I could speculate, that I might have, a visitor, given the local call to me, this morning, from a new caller, also motivated me.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I showered, and put on clean clothing.  I trimmed my hair.  I enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.  I felt, I was at, about 60- to 70-percent, of my normal energy levels.  I completed, a letter, to Fishnetterrie.

I went, to the Hopewell Post Office, and mailed a letter, with three DVDs, in a fun colorful envelope, to Fishnetterrie.  I sent, a telephoned text message, to Fishnetterrie, and told her, that I had, put a letter, into the mail, to her.  I went, to the Appomattox Regional Library, in Hopewell.  I said hello, to Lanky and Elizabeth, as I arrived.  Whymaster indicated, via email, that he preferred, to reserve space, for Hessbie, and reminded me, that he lacks, any fondness, for tobacco or dogs.  The costs of renting, from Whymaster, would be, just over, $400 a month, for a room.  My costs, to live in my own home, could be less.  I thanked Whymaster, for providing me, with this information.

There were on-line postings, about four Iranian gunboats, harassing a US naval destroyer.  Native American protestors, are gathering, against plans, to put a second oil pipeline, through Native American lands.  There was a report, about a big oil spill, in the Gulf of Mexico, and a mention, that the Fukushima nuclear power plant, continues, to send, radioactive water, into the Pacific Ocean, with its accumulative and growing poison.  This was also, the anniversary, of the Ruby Ridge incident, where US government agents, shot and killed, the wife and son, of someone they were after, who was later, found innocent, of all charges, and then awarded, $3 million in damages, though that money, failed to bring, his loved ones, back to life.  Obama asked, that Louisiana officials, seek to avoid, being racist, in their disbursements, of federal aid money, which was approved, by the US Congress, to flood victims.  Louisiana’s governor, felt insulted, and affirmed, that Louisiana officials, are seeking to aid, all flood victims, regardless of their race.

I posted the text, of the previous chapter, of this journal, to jualt.livejournal.com.  I gladly accepted, four 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 Karina-RL, and Native Whispers, 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 spent, three to four hours on-line, and felt productive.  I returned, to my home, and enjoyed, the comfortable air temperature.  Fishnetterrie, sent to me, a telephoned text message indicating that she had enjoyed, the movie, Risen.  Fishnetterrie, also mentioned, that rain, had come, to her area, of Indiana.  I would now favor, some rain, here in my own area, as many plants, have become dry, and perhaps died.  Much of the ground-cover, in my back yard, is now light brown.  I enjoyed, a telephone conversation, with Roger, who said, that he has now applied, with Integrity, as well as with Amazon, but has yet, to hear back, from either of them.  Roger has been paying, to have a memorial tattoo, to his father, put on his skin, and has said, during each, of the past three weeks, that he would post pictures, of this tattoo, onto his FaceBook, but he has yet to do so.


I enjoyed, four episodes, from season three, of The Twilight Zone, and then three episodes, from season six, of Red Dwarf.  I experienced., two movies.  I enjoyed, some lettuce with Italian dressing, and slices, of the last tomato, from Ramboi, and a can, of mini-beef ravioli, and a can of sliced peaches.  I remained, very tired, for the whole day.  I had that feeling, that this time off, from work, would not be long enough.  I ate two Bayer aspirins, and then went to sleep, around 4:30am.  Our low temperature, was anticipated, to be 61°F, very nice.  I slept, without a shirt, and with a Native American blanket.

I awoke, at 7:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I returned to sleep, until 12:45pm.  I turned on, both aquarium lights, and fed my fish.  Dikaia roamed, so I then brought her inside, and closed the back door.  I put Dikaia, outside on her chain, when she was ready, to go outside.  I remained, very tired.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, with ‘mellow morning’ music, 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 abstract portraits, of a male face, and used one, as promotional art, for The Life of Christos series.  I made fresh coffee.

I made, my September, monthly, Elantra car payment, and put that payment, into my outside mail-box, and put up, its red flag, to indicate the presence, of outgoing mail.  I added water, to the little bird-bath.  It was like being, in a heated ‘dry room’ outdoors…  I played games of Reversi-Othello, and won, at all levels, from the easiest, to the most difficult, alternating between, letting the computer, play first and second, at each level.  I remained tired, and my COPD, was moderate.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.

I enjoyed, music and cool air, as I drove, to the Wawa, in Colonial Heights, and got fuel and cigarettes, at that location.  The Wawa, nearer to my home lacks my brand, of cigarettes, and I was going, to Colonial Heights area anyway, to get shoes, at WalMart, so figured, I’d avoid the risk, of wasting time, at the nearby Wawa, and just went, to the other location, which, as a norm, seems to always be, well-stocked.  I got fuel and cigarettes, at that Wawa.  The lowest price, of fuel, is now around $1.97 per gallon.  I then went, to the WalMart, and got a pair, of size 13 shoes, for work.  Chloe was also shopping, at that WalMart, and we enjoyed, some friendly banter.

I went, to a Food Lion grocery store, and got cans of soup, fruit, and dog-food, as well as hot-dogs, and a chew-bone treat, for Dikaia, and frozen dinners, and purified water, among other items.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Luke, with whom I used to interact, at the Appomattox Regional Library, in Hopewell.  Luke is job hunting, and I advised him, that working at Amazon, is better than being unemployed, but he seemed reluctant, to apply with Amazon, as he has heard, many bad things, about how Amazon, seems to seek, to get rid of its workers.  I returned to my home, gave a hot-dog to Dikaia, and put away, the things I had purchased.  I fed my fish.  I gave, a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I started feeling, a little better, at about, 80-percent, of my normal energy levels. I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  Whymaster and I, exchanged emails, about my possibly visiting, his area, to go to Buckroe Beach.  Gary told me, that the Isuzu, could be welded, but, as a norm, welding is frowned upon, and a frame, once damaged, is considered to be, impossible to repair, and thus the vehicle, is viewed as ‘inoperable’.  There was, a major earthquake, in Italy, and then, some tornadoes, in the US and Canada.  One might say, that fire, water, earth, and air, have acted, against humanity recently.

There was a report, of another incident, with little Iranian gun-ships, shadowing a US naval vessel, causing that US vessel, to fire warning shots.  It seems to me, to be a policy, of our Democratic Party, to ‘throw money’, for solutions, to pay off, to bribe, to pander, to appease, and to be without concern, about enforcement or standards.  Perhaps the policy, of ‘throwing money’, has become less effective, when in conjunction, with a policy, of just printing tons of money, so that money, might not seem, as valuable, and might lack the clout, that it might have previously enjoyed.  There was a report, that Hillary, is now leading Trump, by ten points, and is anticipating, a landslide election victory.

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 FaceBook and email connections.  I enjoyed, wit and wisdom, shared by Colleen-G, and Nightlight Paranormal, among others.  I enjoyed beauty, shared by Geraldine-P, 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, many hours on-line, and felt productive.  I enjoyed, some friendly banter, with Selma, a nice black grandmother, who is often, at this McDonald’s.  The kid who raps, was also there, with the kid, who wanted my car keys, and they behaved properly.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed many movies, with some small meals, and snacks.  My home, was luke-warm, or luke-cool.  I very much enjoyed, and can easily recommend, a 1950s movie, starring, among others, Jimmy Stewart and Yul Brenner, Broken Arrow, a tale about Cochise, a leader, of Arizona Apaches, who helped to make peace, between Native Americans, and newcomers.  I enjoyed, a documentary, which included interviews, with Philip J. Corso and Whitley Streiber, about ETs.  I very much enjoyed, and can easily recommend, a 2000 performance, of Cirque du Soleil, Dralion, which was, fun and colorful, and is ‘family-friendly’.

Dikaia was good company.  Roger called me, around 3:30am, and I enjoyed, a humorous conversation, with him.  I went to sleep, around 4:30am.  I awoke, around 7:30am, and then again, around 10:30am, at which time, I did arise.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated, these notes.  Dikaia roamed, and I left her, off of her chain, when she returned, hoping that perhaps, she had gotten, this desire, to roam around our neighborhood, out of her system, for this day.  Dikaia definitely aggravated, her foot injury, by jumping the fence, to exit and enter, and her limp, was once again, pronounced.  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 nice portrait, of Geraldine-P.  I fed my fish.  My office, began to feel warmer, and I hoped, for cold and wet weather.  I still felt, I was at, about 80-percent, of my normal energy levels.  I played some games, of Reversi-Othello, which I won, at all levels of difficulty.  I definitely felt, in my ‘doldrums’, a low tide…  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  The heat outside, seemed ‘scorching’…

I went, to a nearby McDonald’s, and enjoyed, a very nice meal.  There was a report, that Obama, had hosted, a dinner, at the White House, for leaders of Black Lives Matter, and commended them, on their work, in our nation.  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.

Whymaster said, that a visit, from me, on a Wednesday, would be, for the best, for him, and I shall seek, to do that, on my next Wednesday off, though I am uncertain, at this time, of what that date might be.  Kevin-M invited me, to join a round-table, of guests, on metaphysics today, and I agreed to this, for next Friday.  My ‘drawing’, of Openness and Connection, seems to be, in process, of becoming fulfilled…

There was a report, that Hillary, has a medical attendant, who accompanies her, to give to her, shots of medication, to help prevent seizures.  I wondered, if Hillary’s seizures, are part of the reason, why she left her job, as US Secretary of State.

I returned, to my home.  I fed my fish.  I gave a meal, to Dikaia.  I visited, with Ramboi, Adrien, and Declan.  Ramboi told me, that local news, seems to indicate, a gang war, is now occurring in Richmond, between blacks, with some fatalities, due to shootings, including at least one innocent, who was shot, by a stray bullet.  I retrieved my mail, which included, the new bill, for incoming water.

I returned to my home, and enjoyed, several movies, during the course, of the hours of darkness.  My living-room, was warm.  Our low temperature, was to be 76°F.

I enjoyed, Thirteen Days, a detailed rendition, of the Cuban missile crisis, during which, US Kennedy and SU Krushchev faced, not only each other, but also faced, their respective hard-liners.

Woodlawn is a tale, based on actual events, about an Alabama high school, where the players, of a football team, came together, based on love, to honor Jesus, to help heal racial tensions.

I like to think, that I align, with all previous manifestations, of Christos, such as Confucius, Khrsna, Buddha, and Jesus, and affirm, the main principles, which they taught.  I believe each of these, brought a polishing touch, to humanity, and that I do the same thing.

I enjoyed, some telephoned text messages, with Fishnetterrie.  I experienced, two more movies, and apparently dozed, and was awakened, by a telephone call, from Roger.  I had a feeling, that I could enjoy, having two more days, off from work, though I only have, one to go…  My body, has somewhat, filled back out, thanks to my eating more.  I apparently, returned to sleep, shortly after, my conversation with Roger ended.  That might have been, around 3:00am.

I awoke, around 7:30am, and turned on, the main coffee-warmer.  I was able, to return to sleep, until 11:45am.  I turned on, one aquarium light, and decided, to keep the other light off, to help keep, the water cooler.  I let Dikaia, go outside, and then, when she came back inside, I closed, the back door, to keep her inside.  I enjoyed, left-over coffee, as I updated these notes.  I gave fresh dry-food and water, to Dikaia, and fed my fish.  I made selections, of beauty, wit, and wisdom, to seek to share, with my email and FaceBook connections.

I wish to take a moment, to give thanks, for the health, that gives to me, some quality of life, for the fine movies, which entertain me, for my financial well-being, for the money I have, in the bank, and for the job, which gives to me, some stability and security in life, for my having, a decent vehicle, and for the people in my life, both on-line and off-line, who help me to smile.  I wish to thank myself, for things done ‘yesterday’, which help me, to smile ‘today’.

Dikaia wished to go out, probably hoping to roam, but I put her, onto her chain.  The heat, was quite strong.  I updated, my movie reference library book.  I used the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved and showered.  I cleaned my kitchen, and straightened, the living-room.  I laughed at myself, for feeling a touch of sorrow, about having to return to work, the next day, and told myself, to that I was feeling, like a drug addict, who worried so much, about where to get more, that he or she failed, to enjoy what remained… I continue though, to prefer, to seek to heed, my mind’s advice, to retain this job.  I set up, the coffee-maker, to brew fresh coffee.

I visited with Ramboi, Adrien, and Kevin.  Kevin now has, a health challenge, and is going through, many medical procedures, to seek to determine, exactly what is wrong.  Kevin has, some spots, on the interior, of his stomach lining.  Adrien now has gotten, his truck repaired…  My legs felt heavy, as I walked, and I had, a slightly sore throat.

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 Mary-M, Doris-B, Ohio Lost Souls Paranormal, Zak-S, and Marlon-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 felt productive, in that I did share information, about my books, with many groups.  I spent, around four hours on-line.

There were, some more reports, on FaceBook, about the Native American protest, against the Bakken oil pipeline, through Sioux land, in the Dakotas.  Apparently, water service, has been turned off, in response, to these protesters.  Native Americans, from many tribes, have come, to join this protest.  One might assume, that the US government, in caring, for the people(s), of our nation, anticipates some turmoil, in the Mideast, and therefore, seeks to provide fuel, to our nation, with pipelines, from continental oil sources.  Either an alternate route, should be sought, or some negotiations, with tribal leaders, to gain their approval, should be attempted.

There was a short video clip, of Michelle Obama, giving a speech, in which she said, that her husband, President Obama, views Kenya, as his “homeland”.  There was, a short video clip, of Trump saying, that he is, a Christian, a Presbyterian, and is proud of that.  Presbyterians, to my knowledge, do ’good works’, by helping people, in real world ways, across the US, with food, and in our world, through missionary activities.

I received, a nice telephoned text message, from Fishnetterrie, acknowledging receipt, of my letter to her.

I returned to my home, fed my fish, and gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I left Dikaia outside, to enjoy, the cooler air, until around 11:30pm.  I enjoyed, many movies, and a documentary, which was, an interview by Brent Holland, on Night Fright, available on YouTube, with one of the US personnel, who served, during the 13 Hours in Benghazi, Libya, incident, where the US consulate, and its adjoining facility, were attacked, in a coordinated military fashion, of a pre-planned attack.  A book, and a movie, 13 Hours ~ The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi, is available, at this time.  This gentleman wondered, if perhaps, the US State Department, might have hoped, that everyone would be killed, to extinguish, any reports, of what actually occurred.  There was, a lack of support, for these personnel.  Even their exit, was arranged, by them, without US help, as they rented a plane, to get out of Libya.  Apparently, this situation, was monitored, and ‘managed’, by the US State Department.  A pro-Hillary supporter, released a blurb, on FaceBook, claiming that an investigation, had found, that there had been, no orders, to withhold help, from those personnel, a claim that is disputed, by some, who were involved, in the situation.  Hillary herself, has said, that no US military personnel, were killed, as a result of this incident.  The militarized personnel, were contracted personnel, independent of the US military.  Those who died, were affiliated, with US State Department authority.

Some reports, strongly suggest, that a large percentage, of those granted access, to Hillary Clinton, were those, who first paid money, to the Clinton Foundation…  A reason, that Hillary kept her emails, on a private computer, in violation, of secrecy and security procedures, is said by some, to have been, because these emails, which have now been revealed, by WikiLeaks, do show, the negotiations for pay-offs, and the ‘favors’, which were sought, in return.  Hillary wished to keep, her ‘corruption’, out of public view, and felt, these things, would be more protected, on her private computer, than on, a government computer.  The violations, of security, which did occur, were perhaps, only a cover, for her corrupt activities.

I was pleasantly surprised, by a movie, recommended to me, by Winston, 10 Cloverfield Lane, a tangled web, of suspense and conspiracy theories.

I very much enjoyed, Instinct, which stars, among others, Anthony Hopkins, Cuba Gooding Jr., and Donald Sutherland, a psychological investigation…

I also very much enjoyed, The Change Up, a comedy tale, about two men, whose minds, were exchanged, after a casual drunken wish, one being stable and responsible, living a family and career life, while the other, enjoyed a party care-free life-style…

I enjoyed, a nice meal.  I remained comfortable, with the front door open, while reclining, on the sofa, given to me, by Whymaster, while being, in the air current, of the big fan, given to me, by Pea.  My throat, did feel ‘tight’, and I sought, to position myself, to relieve that pressure.  Dikaia was good company, and she enjoyed, playing with her chew-bone.  The air temperature, in my living-room, did cool, became comfortable, around 4:00am, and I went to sleep, around 4:30am, without a shirt, and without a blanket, after eating, two Bayer aspirins.

I awoke, around 10:30am, and, for the first time, in a while, felt rested.  My body, after these days, of eating more properly, had filled back out.  I was actually ‘relaxed’.  I turned on, the coffee-maker, and then was able, to return to sleep, until 11:45am.  The air temperature, was comfortable.  I relaxed, and sought to savor, the feeling, of being rested, relaxed, and comfortable.  This was very nice.  Part of me, wished to give to myself, this day off from work, to enjoy that ‘state of being’, of being relaxed, and at peace.  I dozed, or at least relaxed, until 1:15pm.

The day was sunny, but seemed ‘civilized’.  At least our air temperature, did seem, slightly cooler.  My office, was fairly comfortable.  I fed my fish.  Dikaia jumped the fence, but I heard it, when she did so, and she came back immediately, when I called for her, and I then, put her, onto her chain.  I enjoyed fresh coffee, as I updated these notes.  I also updated, my ‘entertainment review’.  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 put away, the many entertainment items, which I have experienced, during the past weeks.  I set up, the DVD-player, with the item, for after work.  I was glad, to be able, to use the bathroom, for a semi-solid purpose.  I shaved and showered, and put on deodorant, and my security identification badge.  I also put on, the new shoes, that I purchased, at WalMart.  These do fit, somewhat loosely, but they are definitely, more comfortable, than the pair, which was, too tight.  I cleaned, Dikaia’s food and water bowls, and gave fresh water, and dry-food, to her.  I put the kitchen garbage, into the outside trash container, and wheeled that, to curb-side.  I put water, into the little bird-bath, which had become dry.  I made selections, of soup, fruit, and candy, for my upcoming work-shift, and enjoyed, a three-egg breakfast.

I was, without enthusiasm, or sorrow, about going to work.  I was accepting, of going to work, as something, that I should do.  My mood, really did, get a little boost, from seeing my body, filled out, somewhat ‘normal’, without any touch, of being gaunt.  My face though, seemed troubled…  I spent some time, leisurely writing, to Fishnetterrie.  I enjoyed, many games, of Reversi-Othello, which the computer, won, at the most difficult setting, except for the final game, which I did win.  I fed my fish.  I padlocked, my bedroom door.  I put on cologne.  I gave a nice meal, to Dikaia.  I enjoyed, some tuna-fish, and some water-based, fruit-flavored beverage.  There continued to be, an abundance of mosquitoes, and this amazed me, as our land, is so dry, and mosquitoes bite, to nourish eggs, which they lay, in water.  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 Augustus and Floyd, with coffee, supplied by Amazon, as I waited, for work to begin.  I felt good, physically, and this was, very nice.  This ‘sense of good health’, lasted until, after our meal-time break, or about 24 hours, and then, my legs, began to feel heavy…  My upward pendulum swing, was into the best health, which I have enjoyed, since my hospitalization.  Lang was absent, said to be, in a hospital, due to a reoccurrence, of that skin rash.  Floyd speculated, that Human Resources, is perhaps getting tired, of so many absences, by Lang, for ‘medical reasons’.  Lang apparently prefers, to be home, earning a partial salary, on medical leave, rather than, coming in, and doing little work, for full pay.  Floyd said, that Lang had been disturbed, that his workers, seemed to perform better, while he was away, than when he was there.  Floyd suggested, that this is because, when Lang is absent, from work, then others, do his job, and, when Lang is here, at work, then nobody does his job…

There was, a ticker-tape item, on the news, which mentioned, that Saudi Arabia, had broken, diplomatic ties, with Iran, this past January.  Saudi Arabia, does support ISIL, which is, a fundamentalist Sunni Moslem group.  I can hope, Hillary Clinton, refrained from seeking, to coerce Saudi Arabia, for pay-offs, in return, for the normally friendly relations, it has enjoyed, with the US, as its protector.  Obama did declare, that Saudi Arabia, must assume, more responsibility, for its own defense…

The ‘big change’, announced by boss Corrine, at our first stand-up meeting, was that workers, who artificially boost their rates, can be fired, for their first offense.  Corrine advised us, that this was, our only warning.  I welcomed this, and felt, that my own rate, would remain, within its normal range.  Roy protected, some of the boosters, like Amelia and Geronimo, by having them, work in Singles, where, if they choose to boost, then the discovery, of what they are doing, might be, more difficult to discern, if they do not indulge, in boosting, to great excess, as some, are prone to do.  Augustus ended up, doing Roy’s job.  I have thought, that those who have asserted, that Roy, fails to do his job, or does not know how, to do his job, were hollow insults, nasty words, without meaning, but, perhaps there is, some truth in them.  Roy delegates, some of his duties, to others, and on this day, Doright was absent, and his absence, was perhaps felt…  I am uncertain, if Amazon, might give meaning, to its words, through actions, or if this was, simply a ploy, to seek to get workers, to properly do their jobs…

It was also announced, that mandatory overtime, is now scheduled, for my shift, for this work-week.  If so, then perhaps, I shall pay, my second-half property tax, with this coming pay-check.  My ‘work day’, was basically pleasant.  I was able, to easily have, hazardous warning label approvals, thanks to Betty.  I had, a first-quarter, posted rate, of 220, but then did, some priority carts, with two-items per slot, for Scottie, and my first-half posted rate, went down, to 196.  During second half, I had, all Mega-B carts, and Roy told me, that my rate, went down, to 176.  It did seem to me, when Augustus, gave to me, four Mega-B carts, that I was being, singled out, to do these, as other workers, seemed to be given, the nicer Mega-A carts…

I shared candy, with many people, including with security personnel, as I departed.  My new belt, totally broke, when I took it off, to go through, the metal detectors.  I worked, a full shift.  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 enjoyed, four frozen dinners, with two episodes, from season six, of Married With Children.  I went to sleep, around 6:00am.  Today, would be, Teresa’s birthday.

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 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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