I'm going mad wanting to write up a new blog post, and at a loss trying to think of something to write about, so I've decided to talk about myself, or, at least, talk about what's been happening with me. So here goes.
It all started when I was born...just kidding. Let me go back to about seven months ago. Well, back in July, last year, I got fired. Before you start to feeling sorry for me, it was quite the liberating experience. I'm not into being bullied, in any format, and the job, really like most jobs, involved the bully factor, by co-workers and management. Making this long story short, I was asked to do something by management which was unreasonable, a lot of mess, and I flat refused. Maybe you're thinking I'm quite rebellious, but it's not that at all. Every time I tried to do what they were asking me to do, I just couldn't do it. It's like the body and the brain cells wouldn't make it happen. So, I was told I was insubordinate, and they tacked on a bunch of other concocted nonsense and fired me. I'll have you know, I worked for the company a total of six years, and took on assignments others refused to take on; quite battered and beaten down by the end of it; and I'll have you know I was getting paid $8.50 an hour, and no breaks. Really glad to be shed of all that. Just so happens, because I guess I got a little foresight, I had applied for another job while I was working for the company that fired me. I got a little skill in certain areas which I sold to the prospective employer, but I hadn't heard from him for some time, figured there wasn't a prospect there. However, about three months after I got fired, the prospective employer calls me, says he wants to interview me. Scooby-doo! Yes, got the job, been there a few months now. Funny how things work out. Won't lie, there's always problems on a job, but this one's way better than the last. Of course, honestly, I could do without the job thing, I'm still thinking of a much more independent venture. Do something new, new things happen.
Now, in the middle of all this, my mother, who I take care of, started having some strange hallucinations. She thought people were waiting outside of our apartment to kill her and that people were living in the basement and were coming into the apartment through a hole in the wall. These were just some of her hallucinations. She had the cops over in the middle of the night and I had some explaining to do. I got a tip from a friend that it all might have been caused by the Prozac she was taking. I got into a gladiator battle with her doctor, got her off the Prozac, the hallucinations are less dramatic but still there. I've heard that stuff can cause brain damage, but I still can't be sure it's the Prozac. It's possible it's dementia. But I'll tell you, it's like losing somebody, not the same person.
So, by the way, after I got my new job, I re-activated my SG account, which is damn cool. Revolution means change, let's change the whole thing.
Pax, mon ami.
It all started when I was born...just kidding. Let me go back to about seven months ago. Well, back in July, last year, I got fired. Before you start to feeling sorry for me, it was quite the liberating experience. I'm not into being bullied, in any format, and the job, really like most jobs, involved the bully factor, by co-workers and management. Making this long story short, I was asked to do something by management which was unreasonable, a lot of mess, and I flat refused. Maybe you're thinking I'm quite rebellious, but it's not that at all. Every time I tried to do what they were asking me to do, I just couldn't do it. It's like the body and the brain cells wouldn't make it happen. So, I was told I was insubordinate, and they tacked on a bunch of other concocted nonsense and fired me. I'll have you know, I worked for the company a total of six years, and took on assignments others refused to take on; quite battered and beaten down by the end of it; and I'll have you know I was getting paid $8.50 an hour, and no breaks. Really glad to be shed of all that. Just so happens, because I guess I got a little foresight, I had applied for another job while I was working for the company that fired me. I got a little skill in certain areas which I sold to the prospective employer, but I hadn't heard from him for some time, figured there wasn't a prospect there. However, about three months after I got fired, the prospective employer calls me, says he wants to interview me. Scooby-doo! Yes, got the job, been there a few months now. Funny how things work out. Won't lie, there's always problems on a job, but this one's way better than the last. Of course, honestly, I could do without the job thing, I'm still thinking of a much more independent venture. Do something new, new things happen.
Now, in the middle of all this, my mother, who I take care of, started having some strange hallucinations. She thought people were waiting outside of our apartment to kill her and that people were living in the basement and were coming into the apartment through a hole in the wall. These were just some of her hallucinations. She had the cops over in the middle of the night and I had some explaining to do. I got a tip from a friend that it all might have been caused by the Prozac she was taking. I got into a gladiator battle with her doctor, got her off the Prozac, the hallucinations are less dramatic but still there. I've heard that stuff can cause brain damage, but I still can't be sure it's the Prozac. It's possible it's dementia. But I'll tell you, it's like losing somebody, not the same person.
So, by the way, after I got my new job, I re-activated my SG account, which is damn cool. Revolution means change, let's change the whole thing.
Pax, mon ami.
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Have a great day!
i hope that u're ok!