Hi everyone! Here’s another post from your favorite nerd! I wanted to share some thoughts from my diary. So far, I’ve been doing well at my job, but I can’t shake the feeling that people are low-key watching me when I'm not looking. It seems like they see me as a threat to something. I’m genuinely concerned because some of the supervisors tend to stare at me when I’m not aware. I hope they understand that I’m not trying to take their jobs; I don’t want that responsibility! I’d much rather work two jobs than be promoted and face more stress and responsibility. It worries me that the higher-ups might perceive me as a threat, which is definitely not a good situation to be in since it could lead to getting fired. I need this job to pay off my E.D.D. overpayment. Even my co-workers, who are at the same rank as me, seem to glance at me when I’m not paying attention. The looks almost seem like awe, as if they’re seeing someone otherworldly. I can’t help but think they might see me as weird, especially because they tend to exclude me from socializing. Maybe they have something to hide—I’m not sure. Additionally, I can’t shake the feeling that there's some hostility towards me from my co-workers. Every time I clock in, I sense it. It’s clear when someone views you as an enemy; they just clock in, sit down, and don’t say a word, as if they’re preparing for a competition, and I’m the opposing team. It’s frustrating because I’m just trying to work and earn money to play video games, yet it feels like a contest between us. On a brighter note, I seem to get along really well with clients. They’re usually not caught up in societal games and are easy to talk to. However, when I engage with my co-workers, there’s this underlying sense that “I’m competing with you, Leo,” and it bothers me! Why can’t we work together and tackle problems as a team so we can all succeed? Instead, it feels like everyone wants to be number one and push others aside. Just recently, I noticed Angel and Emily keeping their distance while passing out meds, as if they were trying to stay at least 10 feet away from me, almost like I had a disease. I sensed they were watching me and made some comments implying that I have a lot of energy. I’ve watched many "Chosen One" videos, and one theory states that people with a high energy field, who are close to God, can repel those with a lower energy field. The issue is that those with authority at my job are not the ones feeling this energy, so if they wish to exclude me from conversations, I guess I have to just accept it. Although I have co-workers, I feel like I work alone. I hope this isn’t a sign that they want to get rid of me, like what has happened in many of my previous jobs. If I do get let go, I’ll have to rely on E.D.D. unemployment and food stamps, which I can manage because I’m efficient with my bills. However, I might have to pay off my E.D.D. overpayment in one go, which would significantly impact my savings. Being alone without savings can be quite challenging, and I just really hope I don’t get fired.

Hey there, everyone! Just checking in with another nerdy post from the Uber Nerd of Bakersfield. I had a good week, and I think I’m doing well at my job—though I say that with some apprehension. I've often felt this way about previous jobs, only to end up being fired without explanation. I plan to hold off on relaxing until I’ve been at People’s Care for one year; then I’ll really feel like I made it! I usually struggle with co-workers. Let's put it this way: they often don't get along with me. I’m about 90 percent sure it’s because I consider myself a "Chosen One," but I’m not entirely convinced. Am I really chosen by God? Not sure about that, but a lot of "Chosen One" videos on YouTube resonate with me, especially those from Tren Genius. On another note, I received some correspondence from the E.D.D. yesterday, saying I owe them $2,700 because I failed to demonstrate my financial hardship. If I don’t pay it back, they will take legal action. They also mentioned that I’m exonerated from owing even more money due to my previous employer disputing my unemployment claim, believing I was fired with "due cause." So, I still owe that $2,700, which is quite a hefty amount. I’m debating whether to pay it all at once or perhaps pay it off in installments, like $30 at a time. I mean, it’s not like it’s a credit card that accrues interest, right? Any payment I make, big or small, will reduce the amount owed. I go to work today, and it seems like people like me there, but I can't shake the feeling that it’s just a matter of time before they start to dislike me. I’m already making them look bad at work, and I can sense some building hostility. It's not overt, but it’s there; they probably recognize that I’m not faking my kindness, so their resentment slowly increases. I have this nagging feeling that the boss at People’s Care will eventually get fed up with me and fire me. History tends to repeat itself in my jobs. Such is the plight of the “Chosen One”! Nobody helps us—we have to navigate life on our own, find our own jobs, and go to school by ourselves. You get the picture. Anyway, here’s to the tortured existence of a saint! Mahalo!

Hello, everybody! From the self-proclaimed nerd of Bakersfield, it's been a good week so far. However, I still feel hesitant to trust my co-workers because of high school dynamics that seem to persist. Back in high school, I was a nerd, and I think my current colleagues are aware of that, which affects how they treat me. They tend to keep their distance and don’t engage me in conversation. I wouldn’t be surprised if they consider me weird. Most of my co-workers in their 20s in my past jobs have outcasted me. I’ve been trying to manage my budget with my recent paychecks from People’s Care-RedwoodFCN, and I’m barely making it each month. This situation concerns me since having such a tight budget means that one unexpected expense could topple everything. I need to be careful! The only person who seems to accept me without much hostility is Taki, who is around my age. The rest of my coworkers are much younger and still in their 20s—very much closer to the high school mentality. As I mentioned, in high school, I was bullied by the “cool kids.” I even explained to a younger co-worker that my work ethic stems from that experience, emphasizing that I’m not trying to make anyone look bad. He attempted to console me, insisting that I’m fine and not weird at all. However, considering he is one of the "cool kids," I suspect his words were just an attempt to get me to relax so that my hard work doesn’t overshadow him, rather than a genuine sentiment. I know that people often find me funny, yet no one seems to want to sit next to me or strike up a conversation. It feels like a lonely existence, as if I’ve been chosen for isolation. What would anyone do in my position, with no friends or girlfriend? Most would probably focus on their job and hobbies like working out and playing games, but for me, that’s about all there is. Unfortunately, I seem to make the "cool kids" look bad, but that’s on them. If they would just do their jobs, perhaps it wouldn't be an issue. But then again, they might think they’re too cool for that. Playing video games? That’s what nerds do, right? I really dislike my life and how people treat each other. It’s as if you can’t win with them. As I mentioned, the only person I connect with is Taki, who is older and more mature than my younger colleagues. I hope the hostility I feel from my coworkers won’t lead to my being fired. Unfortunately, I’ve been let go in the past for no reason, even after doing a great job, so I’m somewhat used to it. As someone who feels like a “chosen one,” I’ve been fired multiple times, yelled at without cause, and even excommunicated from my family—all for reasons I can’t fathom. This mistreatment has become a way of life for me. I have complicated feelings about being a "Chosen One." Anyways... MAHALO!

Hi everyone! Here’s another nerdy post from the self-proclaimed nerdiest person in Bakersfield. I often feel like a loser… a NERD!!! If only I could rewind time and experience the typical high school escapades, maybe I’d have a family like most adults do. But instead, I chose to focus on my studies, and as a result, I felt rejected by everyone around me. No matter where I go, people avoid sitting next to me or being near me because I’m seen as weird. At this point, I’ve come to terms with my oddness and my behavior that prompts comments like, “Dude??!! You’re ODD!” I’ve resigned myself to a life of solitude, dreaming about things that might seem unconventional. It saddens me that the only relationship where I genuinely loved someone was sabotaged by the “cool kids.” This is often the reality when you date someone who is “in the loop,” especially when you’re not. If you don’t fit into the “winners circle,” you're often left out, no matter how great of a partner you are. The “Winners Circle” is reserved for those with established coolness and who have earned their place by engaging in socially accepted behaviors. Despite being just as capable and responsible as these "cool" individuals, I find myself excluded. To be accepted in that circle, you have to smoke weed (which seems to be mandatory) and drink alcohol (a definite requirement in Bakersfield). If you don’t drink in American society, you aren’t allowed in the “Winners Circle,” regardless of your financial success. The reality is that “nerds are not allowed to win,” and this is a rule that many “cool” people in Bakersfield adhere to. Additionally, as a nerd, you risk being ostracized in your profession because of the stereotype that “gamer nerds” lack ambition. Even if you do have ambition, it can be undermined just because of that label. The only people deemed worthy in the “Winners Circle” seem to be older, often scruffy men who indulge in drinking. Meanwhile, someone like me, who has been responsible with substances since a young age, is still excluded, simply because I don’t fit the usual mold. It’s disheartening because those who deny me a place in this world are the same people I care for as a caregiver and medical assistant. Society expects someone my age to be focused on relationships and sex, but when I’m not, I’m just labeled a nerd destined for failure. It seems similar to how Tim Tebow was overlooked in the NFL! As an Incel, I hate this world…as much as this world hates me Till next time this Uber-nerd says “Mahalo!”

Hello everyone! The nerdiest guy in Bakersfield is back again. I've just started a new job and have been working there for about two weeks. So far, I can sense hostility from my co-workers. This is what happens when you have God in your heart, and others don't; people tend to resent you on the down-low. I wouldn't be surprised if my co-workers wanted me fired. Every time I go to work, no one engages me in conversation, and I often find myself isolated in the corner with my client Chris. I had a conversation with my co-worker Michael about scientific topics, and I can't help but feel it was just a way to butter me up so I would crack his Theorem account, which had $500 in it. I’m convinced that my co-workers think I’m weird and don’t want to associate with me—much like my family. None of them ever want to be near me and seem to intentionally isolate me. I believe isolation and doubt are tools of the devil, and people can be quite thoughtless. They constantly try to compete with me, even when I’m not competing with them. I just want to get along with people, but no matter how nice I am, I feel a lingering hatred for myself everywhere I go. Every conversation feels like it has an ulterior motive, and it’s rarely to genuinely get to know me, just like my conversation with Mike. I sensed he just wanted to butter me up to access his Theorem account. When you feel like a "chosen one," it’s easy to think that people see you as a target to use, and then they quickly isolate you. It hurts because I genuinely like people. As Tren Genius said, "Nothing can go right unless you like people, damn it!" However, I’m convinced that 99 percent of what my co-workers say to me is false. For instance, I told my 18-year-old co-worker Gus that I had to pay rent today and that it was frustrating. He replied that he also had to pay rent soon. I could tell from his tone that he was likely lying; either he lives with his parents or they pay for his apartment. In another conversation with Anthony, he claimed to have made over $100,000 last year, but I didn’t believe him. If you made that much, why would you work a night shift at a minimum wage job? It just doesn’t make sense. I think my appearance as a "chosen one" leads people to see me as a naïve kid. Since most people are narcissistic and focused on looks, they see me and assume I’m younger than I am, despite telling them I’m 51. I became responsible for my drinking and smoking at a young age, which has resulted in my youthful appearance. Because of this, I often get disrespected and treated like an 18-year-old. People can be really disappointing, and I find myself growing increasingly frustrated with them. Anyways till next time Mahalo!

Hi everyone! It's time for another nerdy post from Bakersfield's biggest "Uber Loser" nerd—the perpetual outsider of the town. I just completed another week of training at the office for my job as a DSP caregiver, and it was a very interesting course on CPI training! I learned a lot, and so did my colleagues. I'm still quite guarded around co-workers, but I'm starting to open up a bit. I really hope I can last at least a year in this job since I need to pay bills and I owe E.D.D. a hefty $2,700.00! So far, my co-workers seem pretty okay, although I have said that at every job I’ve had before, only to end up getting fired for no reason and being yelled at. For now, my colleagues seem to get along with me, but I worry that as a “Chosen One,” once they discover more about me, the games will begin! They may realize that I don’t have any significant advantages and that I’m just a genuinely happy person living on minimum wage by making sacrifices (I hope they don’t notice that I don’t go anywhere for lunch). I’m getting some bad vibes from a young admin guy in his 30s. He tries to boss me around, acting like he enjoys telling an older man what to do. Some people are all about status and feel superior simply because they have a title. I’d love to see him in his 50s, perhaps after a few divorces, and making minimum wage—let’s see how energetic and youthful he is then? I bet he wouldn’t be half as vibrant as I am. I’m also sensing weird vibes from another younger male co-worker, but maybe I’m just imagining things. He often offers me food from his Jack in the Box lunch, which comes off as nice but feels a bit insidious. It seems like he might want me to gain weight so that he can be the only slim person at work. Narcissists play these subtle games, where on the surface, it looks like they care, but deep down, they may have ulterior motives. On a different note, I’m still receiving calls for interviews for medical assistant positions at prisons. I hope I land one of those jobs because working in a prison would almost double my income. Like I mentioned earlier, I really need to pay off what I owe E.D.D. for unemployment. Anyway! Mahalo!

Here's another blog post from the nerdiest person in Bakersfield! I can be so nerdy that people yell at me when they see me! Anyway, I started my new job this week at People’s Care-Redwoodfcn. So far, I’ve liked it; there aren’t any rogue staff members who seem to hate me for no reason, but I shouldn’t speak too soon. You can never truly know someone until you get to know them, at least from my experience. As a "Chosen One," people may change their behavior toward you in an instant, especially if your aura seems to outshine theirs. So, I must keep my guard up! In my new role, I've been scheduled with two Black colleagues. I get along with the younger Black guy; he seems really cool. However, the other Black person comes across as a bit crazy. She is a mother, which might explain her behavior, and she is also very religious, which only adds to her craziness. It’s all good though—it’s a kind of "religiously crazy" that I find endearing. I just hope none of my coworkers turn on me and I don’t get fired, then when I am fired, administrators try to deny me E.D.D. benefits like what happened at my last job. That would be a disaster! As I mentioned, I plan to stay cautious for now, avoid talking too much to my coworkers, and not reveal too much about myself. As a "Chosen One," people can often sense your energy, which leads them to decide: do we team up against Leo, or do we befriend Leo and avoid competiting with him? Most people seem to compete to be the best in the room, and since a "Chosen One" is typically the standout, it creates a target on their back. It's similar to being on a winning sports team; everyone tries to bring you down, including family members. I even have a scar on my right wrist because my mother and brother almost did me in! People are constantly trying to compete for supremacy without considering how challenging that existence can be. They fail to realize that being the best or a "Chosen One" often leads to psychological attacks from others around them, resulting in a difficult life. For now, work is going well, despite getting a bad vibe from one of the younger administrators. He looks to be about 25 to 30 years old and has already achieved an administrative position, which many might see as impressive. But when you know the truth, you realize that someone who achieves that much success at such a young age often has stepped on a few people or backstabbed a few along the way. I get the feeling he might be trying to compete with me for everything, even vying for the attention of a female coworker. It feels like he's trying to assert his authority over me, like he is saying, “I’m 25 and an administrator; I’m better than you, Leo. You’re 51 and just a DSP-Caregiver.” This behavior is typical of someone who takes life too seriously. But again, that’s just my sense of things. If I encounter any issues, I suspect it will be with him. Here’s to good working days ahead, and as I always say... Mahalo!

Hello, fellow nerds! It's me again, the biggest nerd in Bakersfield. Honestly, not many people read this, but I mostly write for myself, so bear with me! LOL! I start my new job this Monday, the 12th, and I'm hoping it goes better than my experience at Sevita California Mentor. I have my doubts, though. It seems like I’m always going to be treated poorly, no matter where I am. It's frustrating because I consider myself a good person, but it feels like nowadays, being good means being disliked, while being bad gets you popularity. It’s a sad realization. I recently had an E.D.D. hearing regarding my unemployment claim against Sevita California Mentor. Not only did they want me fired, but they also wish to deny my unemployment benefits! It feels incredibly unfair, especially since I did a lot for that company. I was let go over a minor issue—leaving a client unbuckled in a shower chair during a heated staff debate—when nothing actually happened! No one was injured, and I don’t understand why they would fire someone when no harm was done. But this seems to be the fate of “The Chosen”: always facing criticism. If you go even one mile over the speed limit, the police will be on high alert. If you take up a bit too much space at Starbucks, the staff will ask you to move. And even when you’re just enjoying a video game, people may feel entitled to criticize you for not “using your intelligence” to pursue a more traditional career. It feels like I’m being pushed to stay indoors, and everything I do is wrong! And this negative treatment doesn’t just come from strangers; it starts with family! There’s often a sense of displeasure from them as well, which can lead to low self-esteem and struggles in personal relationships, like finding a girlfriend or having a fulfilling sex life. I can’t help but think this is somewhat similar to how Jesus might have felt during his time on Earth. Good people have always been disliked, and sadly, that hasn’t changed in the 21st century. On a more positive note, I am excited to start my new part-time job! Although it's not full-time, it’s better than nothing—especially since I owe E.D.D. $1,805 due to the judge’s ruling during my hearing. I need to get to work paying that back; otherwise, I won't be able to receive E.D.D. benefits again. I also received a call from E.D.D. stating that I was overpaid these past few months, so I had to fax over my first and last pay stubs from Sevita. Unfortunately, it looks like I'll owe money due to those overpayments as well. So, right now, I need to find a job ASAP! The good news is that my application for a state-certified medical assisting position has progressed to the interview stage! This is an exciting opportunity as working for the state would provide a higher salary for medical assistants. If I get hired for the state job at the prison, I will likely leave my part-time job at the group home. It feels like there's a lot ahead of me, and I’m eager to catch up on everything. Fingers crossed that I get there! Anyways! Mahalo!

Hi Fellow Nerds! LOL! Another week, another blog post. I was supposed to start work next week on the 5th of May, but my job at Redwood Group Home has postponed my start date to the 12th or 14th. I guess my appointments on the 5th made them reconsider. I hope this doesn’t negatively affect my job or create a bad impression with management. Sometimes, as a “Chosen One,” I feel like how people perceive me might lead them to think poorly of me. Oh well, we’ll see. I also have a phone meeting with E.D.D. regarding my termination from Sevita-California Mentor. I’m starting to feel like they’ve made up their minds to deny me unemployment benefits! It’s frustrating because I believe I was a good employee—I showed up on time and did my job to the best of my ability. Yet, it seems like some people there just didn't like me. I don’t get it. Now I have to prove that I didn’t make false statements when I said I didn't leave Ruben in a shower chair fastened with a seatbelt. In my opinion, mistakes happen in healthcare settings. If a minor mistake occurs and no harm comes to the client, why should that be a fireable offense? There’s a client at Kroll House who is left alone on the toilet for 30 minutes—even though he is immobile. If they’re going to fire me for the minor issue with Ruben, then all the staff at Kroll House should face the same consequences, because they do this every single day! I really feel like we “Chosen Ones” face unnecessary cruelty at work. It's getting to the point where I dread going in. My experience at Sevita-California Mentor has felt like being accused of something criminal over a minimum wage job that shouldn’t even matter that much. It’s disheartening; people have become so untrustworthy nowadays, even in healthcare. Sometimes it feels like, if you’re a “Chosen One,” even your own family might turn against you. That reminds me of the verse from the Bible, Luke 14:26, “He who does not hate his own life and family cannot be my disciple.” I didn’t realize living by that verse would be so difficult. If I lose the E.D.D. hearing on the 5th, I will have to pay back all the E.D.D. benefits I received. I’m not sure how I would manage that—maybe I could ask them to accept a monthly check, since I only make minimum wage and am not a millionaire! I hope they will understand if I lose the hearing. I doubt it’ll go poorly, but you never know; sometimes I feel like being a “Chosen One” might be a disadvantage in situations like this. Honestly, I’m pretty nervous about it. If I do end up losing, I’d have to arrange repayments to E.D.D. in small monthly installments because I’m certainly not going to pay back everything at once; I need my savings to survive! Anyways Mahalo! =(!

Hi all! Here goes my Nerdy Post again, LOL! I got a new job this week at Redwood Group Home. I think I will do okay there. Hopefully, there are no unstable individuals at that facility, but you never know; there are unpredictable people everywhere now. I really nailed the interview and said all the right things during it, so I got the job just 5 minutes into the interview. I mean, it's understandable; I have around 20 years of experience. I will also receive a pay increase because I am DSP-1 certified. I should really get my DSP-2, but I don't know; I probably don't need it because I get paid a lot as a caregiver anyway as a DSP-1. Well, a lot in caregiver terms. I hope this job will be an improvement over my previous ones.  I think as a "Chosen One,' people think I am arrogant due to me being smarter than them, or maybe I am evil, but that is not the case for truly smart people. A truly smart person is smart because he is not arrogant and not evil. God gives intellect to his best disciples and his most humble servants, and like I said, I think some of my problem with people is that they think I am arrogant and evil because in TV shows and in other places they've encountered smart people that thought they were better than everyone else and were also evil. To attain next-level intelligence, humility and servitude to God are essential.  I don't think people truly understand that. Anyway, that is a whole other topic that I could go on and on about. I also got picked to work for the state, which is way more pay than a caregiver. If I get hired as a state-certified medical assistant, I plan to quit my caregiver job and work for the state, earning about $5,000 a month. This is a substantial amount for me due to my financial efficiency.  I will be rolling! I just hope I don't get a lot of hate from either job. Caregiving or Certified Medical Assisting. I need to be more careful with people and avoid revealing too much about my finances next time.  I think as a "chosen one," I will just get hate no matter what I do. We are viewed as better people than them, so they verbally assault us. It would be ok if I didn't like people. But I like people, so it hurts to always be public enemy #1 everywhere you go. This situation is disappointing. Anyways! mahalo

Hi all! Another nerdy post from the biggest nerd in Bakersfield LOL! I have been out of a job for a while now, and I am kind of wondering if I will ever find another one again. I have been considering potential outcomes in case I am unable to secure employment, such as not receiving an extension on my unemployment benefits, exhausting my savings, or facing homelessness. My life is a testament to how workaholic parents who are caught in the rat race really don't give a damn about their kids, only themselves. Either that or I am the scapegoat in the family that is supposed to be on drugs living in a drug den, but since I never drink or smoke or DO drugs, they just want to get rid of me. Someone must answer for the family's wrongdoings, right? Someone needs to be blamed for the family's problems, right? I am beginning to think that I really wasn't supposed to live this long, let alone be a certified medical assistant capable of making $42.00 an hour. That does not compute for a scapegoat, right? I mean, scapegoats are supposed to barely make it and struggle. I swear, narcissistic families. They always pick the people who could be great in life as the fall guy for all their issues. I am so glad I woke up to it in time because my family was willing to finish me off and used sex as a weapon to convince me I was gay to get me to commit suicide. Because I really don't fit the image that my mother and father want, right? I mean, they can't show me in public because their jealousy and hatred of me will show in public, and people will wonder why they seem to hate me. My sister-in-law had the same question. Why doesn't my brother ever talk to me? Or why does my whole family seem to ignore me? She wondered about that whole dynamic in my family. I am amazed that I never did drugs despite enduring psychological abuse. I really think I deserve a medal, but no, I won't get one! People may see my clear complexion and think I'm naive or pampered, but that's far from the truth. I guess once you are a victim of narcissistic abuse, you will then in life attract narcissists in your life that just want to victimize you! Best that I stay alone...alone forever! Anyways! Mahalo!

Dear All, I have been doing well lately although being a ‘Chosen One” isn’t exactly a cakewalk LOL! I spoke with someone at Planet Fitness who mentioned they used to stream on Twitch, had 500 followers, and was an affiliate. I suspected he was making it all up, but I played along. He didn’t seem like the type that was technically inclined enough to do Twitch. He also said that my being a gamer has made me, and I quote “Anti-Social” I just agreed with him as I didn’t want to make a fuss although in my head I was saying “People assume as a gamer that I have never been anywhere, OK? They only want to know me to betray me. That’s why I don’t talk to people”. It is very frustrating when people treat me this way. I don’t know why they do it too. I don’t know why they do it too. They have a fake conversation with me and pretend to be well-versed in something only to have an ulterior motive. I will make sure not to talk to that guy again. He seemed like a man with kids which is why I doubted that he even does twitch. Like I said he probably just wanted to make up a story. People are so fake nowadays I swear and when you are not fake like I am you tend to be isolated as nobody wants to be exposed as the faker that they are. I also had an interview today with Aimes Supportive Services. I hope it went well. I kind of think that I went off on tangents in the interview and didn’t focus on his questions. I hope they view me as a qualified worker. I went to the doctor today. My blood test results were excellent, but I'm low on some medication levels. I am glad I am low on it because those meds just seem to slow me down and I don’t like them to be honest. If I could just stop taking them ever again, I would be a lot happier but if I do that I will be chained to a bed, and it will be injected into me. It's my doctor’s mother's legacy for me to be medicated till I die so that she is #1 in intelligence. My mother just cannot accept that her son is smarter than her. She just must be the best at everything otherwise she will use her doctor’s credentials and put you on medication and zonk you out then when you are zonked out you can’t think, and she becomes the intelligent one. It's sad and pathetic to be a narcissist like my mother. She must win everything effortlessly, or she'll remove you from the family, as she did to me. I doubt I will see my mother again ever. She competes with me instead of loving me like a mother should love her son. I am always the enemy. A rich and powerful person like my mother competing with a minimum-wage worker is laughably sad and pathetic. Until next time. Mahalo!

Another week, another blog post from the biggest nerd in town. I often feel this way because it seems that people never engage me in conversation. I haven't found a clear answer, but many individuals, especially men, appear to engage in silent competitions with me. Today at Starbucks, a young guy kept giving me strange looks. Every time he went to the bathroom, he seemed to glare at me as if I were his enemy, even though I hadn’t done anything to him. I was simply sitting there playing video games on my laptop. I noticed him talking to a girl, and I felt that she might be interested in talking to me but was using him as a way to reach out. I could be mistaken, of course; maybe I’m just imagining things. It’s also possible that the young guy saw me as competition for girls at Starbucks. Honestly, I'm not in competition with anyone at Starbucks. I prefer the atmosphere there because it helps me play video games better. When I'm outside, it feels like I'm in a silent competition with everyone—who's the better person, who's the most energetic, or who uses their computer the best. It seems that people feel insecure around me and feel the need to compete. I think this is part of being a "Chosen One." As Tren Genius says in his YouTube videos, being a "Chosen One" brings out everyone's demons, leading to extreme reactions towards you. People tend to either have very positive or very negative feelings about you, with little in between. I kept thinking about that young guy, and I realized that if he is secretly competing with me, he must know that I am 51 years old. Competing wiht someone my age must be the most pathetic thing for a young person, and it only boosts my ego. To all those younger guys trying to compete with me, they need to understand that I am in a different stage of life. Their jealousy just elevates my self-esteem. Competing with younger people at 51 makes me feel great, whether I win or lose. I hope they realize that, but I doubt they do. If they don’t, I won’t be the one to inform them. Anyway, I am now actively looking for a job. On Wednesday, I applied to all available jobs online and on job boards, and I plan to continue this every Wednesday. I wonder if I will see more boys or men, 10 to 20 years younger than me, competing with me at Starbucks as I apply for jobs. How flattering! LOL!

Well, here I am again, another post from the biggest nerd in Bakersfield! Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how difficult my life has been because I chose God over substances. My family has turned against me, and I even had a near miss with a BMW. Yet, I remain sober simply because I’m stubborn. I often wish I could fit in, but deep down, I know that I never will; I’ll have to go through life on my own. Wherever I go, it feels like nobody wants to talk to me or even get near me—the lifelong sober man of the town. I try to smile as best as I can, but sometimes the isolation really gets to me, and I feel low. It’s like society is against me for being a lifelong sobriety advocate. That’s the reality when you choose God over alcohol, weed, or any drugs; you don’t quite fit into society, and you become part of the “Chosen One.” I can’t help but think about all the hurtful things my dad has done, along with the painful experiences with my family. None of them ever apologizes or acknowledges my feelings; they just seem to want to compete with me in everything. My mother, a wealthy and powerful woman, feels the need to vie with her own son, who’s just trying to make a living at a minimum-wage job. I originally wanted to be athletic to make my parents proud, but instead, it just seems to fuel their resentment toward me. I often wonder why I continue to work out, especially when nobody acknowledges my hard work. It feels like I’m fighting against an entire town that has all the support and advice available, while I have none. Each day, I hope for more acceptance in today’s society for lifelong sober individuals, but it’s simply not there. I glance at my right wrist and am reminded that I will never truly fit in. I know that no one will ever say, "Good job, Leo! Good job for staying sober for 51 years! You look great for doing it too!" Instead, I fear that I’ll eventually be fired from a job or kicked out of the gym just for being sober. It’s a harsh reality, but in my mind, that's the price you pay for following God. You either fit into society and abandon your faith, or you stick with God and find yourself ostracized by society. If that’s what it takes to get to heaven, then so be it; I'll endure it. Honestly, no one cares about me. Not my family, not even my ex-girlfriend, who couldn’t stand having a sober boyfriend. When you’re a lifelong sober person, it often feels like it’s just you and God—nothing more. I hate my life sometimes! I’m considering looking for a job later, but I’m not too enthusiastic about it because I know that once they learn about my choices, they’ll start to judge me, leading to verbal abuse and ultimately being fired. I might look for a job on Wednesday; for now, at least I have food stamps and unemployment benefits. Anyways… MAHALLO!

Here we go again—yet another post from the Uber nerd of Bakersfield, LOL! I had a good week this time. I've been gaming a lot at Starbucks, playing Warhammer III and Baldur's Gate II. Good times! I’m trying to forget my experience at Sevita-California Mentor and avoid socializing with people for now. I've come to realize that most people don’t see the world as I do. It’s not that I’m autistic, but I actively do many things to keep myself happy, which gives me a positive outlook on life. Because of this, many people think I’m weird and tend to stay away from me at Starbucks without talking to me. As a "Chosen One," I’ve learned to accept being isolated and not acknowledged by others. This is something many YouTubers who refer to themselves as the Chosen Ones mention. I’m hesitant to apply for another job because I know that once people get to know me, the drama will start. They’ll isolate me and treat me poorly until they eventually fire me after six or eight months. I often experience verbal assaults at work for no reason, which reflects the state of our times. It’s sad that even in the health field, people are burdened by their own issues and take it out on someone like me, just trying to earn a living. It feels like I’m a magnet for drama, even when I’m not causing any. I still plan to look for a job in April, and in the meantime, I’ll continue playing video games at Starbucks. I often get stares from people there as well, but that happens wherever I go. It’s like I’m some movie star sometimes. It can be flattering, but some of the stares I receive from men make me uncomfortable, as if they’re sizing me up to backstab me, which can be scary. Even at Starbucks, I get some unsettling looks from men. I usually respond by looking back at them, wondering why they’re staring at me that way. This all ties back to my experiences at work. People today seem to have their inner demons, and someone like me doesn't, stands out in public or at work. A person without inner demons tends to attract either extreme positivity or extreme negativity—there’s no neutral ground. They either draw in good people or really troubling ones. Anyways... MAHALLO!

Hello, people out there in Internet land! I don’t know if my voice is being heard, but oh well, this blog is more for me than it is for you. I've had time to reflect on my experiences at Sevita California Mentor, and I think the people I worked with just didn’t like me—maybe because I consistently did the right thing. It's a bit like how Han Solo treated C-3PO; they seemed to take offense to me for no reason. They don’t even know why they’re offended by me; they just are. I had so many shouting matches with people there that every time I clocked in, I felt uncertain if my coworkers would just spontaneously start yelling at me as soon as I entered the facility! It can be very challenging when you are a thinker. Many things become easier when you think things through, but getting along with people can be exceedingly hard. I find it sad because I really like people and want to help others, yet it just seems like they are scared of me for no reason. It breaks my heart sometimes because people can be very harsh towards me. I have scars—testaments to how insecurities can lead someone to act badly. It feels like people are just looking for something to exploit in me. It's disheartening because the very same people I would be willing to help if they got into trouble are often the ones who treat me this way. I don't know, maybe I intimidate people without realizing it. Or perhaps they see me as more advanced than them and feel insecure, leading them to lash out. Words can be more painful than weapons. I make videos of myself to see if I look weird, and maybe that's why people treat me oddly. But I see nothing wrong with myself. People stare at me as if I were an alien or something. I feel so intimidated going outside because people just glare at me, and it’s scary not knowing who they are. Nowadays, people can be unpredictable, and there’s no telling what they are capable of. Every time I go to the gym, people stare at me or hold their gaze a second or two longer than they should, which creeps me out big time! It makes me feel like a weirdo and an outcast, even though my selfies and videos show there’s nothing wrong with me. It’s a good thing I don’t drink because this type of predicament would drive anyone to drink, especially since I'm so isolated and drinking is the norm in this town. I’m glad I never got into that; it would have been the death knell! Anyways, here’s to another week of sorrow!

Here I am again! I'm trying to live a normal life, even though I know I don’t have one—LOL! During my visit to the gym today, someone commented on my shirt, which read, "Sobriety from 100 proof to 100% living proof." I took the chance to explain that the message reflects my experience as a lifelong sober individual. I talked about the ongoing challenges of being sober, including facing hatred, vitriol, and people thinking I'm crazy. He mentioned that he was 12 years sober and shared his own struggles. I told him I've been trying since birth, and that raising myself was tough; my functioning alcoholic dad and my functioning alcoholic male siblings didn’t like me, leaving me feeling isolated. He looked shocked. I told him that for most alcoholics, lifelong sobriety isn't what they think it is, mainly because many have never attempted to stay sober for their entire lives. After our conversation, I finished my workout. Many people at the gym know I've never drunk alcohol, and their reactions vary from amazement to indifference. Since I’m in Bakersfield, where many men drink, there might be some respect for my sobriety, but who knows for sure? After the gym, I went to Starbucks and played Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn. I'm almost at the end—I'm in the final area called Suldanessellar. I cheated once in this game, and I feel guilty about it. I don’t like cheating because it feels like I lose gamer cred, but it was just that one time. I wonder what the final battle with Irenicus will be like; it’s probably really hard. The last fight with Sarevok was tough, although the ending video after beating Baldur's Gate was somewhat underwhelming, but I suppose you can’t expect much from an old game. It’s not like modern games with their special effects and great graphics. I keep thinking about when I saw my mom at Walmart. She never said hi to me; it feels like she hates me. The price you pay for being lifelong sober is that your family can end up resenting you. I feel alone now, and I’m uncertain whether my mother will leave me an inheritance. I’m about 80 percent sure she won’t. Still, I live as if she might cut off my inheritance someday, and that scares me. Every time I go to Walmart, I look for places where I can retreat and remain sober, thinking about when I can no longer work. It’s sad how lifelong sober individuals are treated in this world, and I wonder if there are others like me out there. I just hope I will be okay. I probably will never have kids, a family, a house, or friends because of my devotion to God... but I continue to pray. Till next time, Mahalo!

Another week, another blog post. During my time off, I have reflected a lot. I keep wondering if I will be homeless in my old age...I don’t know; it worries me. I have been abandoned by my family; they want nothing to do with me. I have difficulty maintaining long-term employment. I feel like I am hanging on by a thread! It is scary! I have no support from anyone, and nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to talk to me...EVER! Like I am some weirdo psycho with a horn coming out of my head or something. Like I have said in previous posts, I have been going to this Starbucks for almost 7 to 8 years, and nobody likes to talk to me. When I go there, it's like I am invisible. Maybe this is how it feels when you are ostracized from society? Maybe this is how it feels when you are homeless? Except I have a home where you are invisible, and you suffer alone? It is painful, and it just seems like nobody cares at all? I guess as you grow up, you realize how cold and heartless the world really is. Experience shows that people are usually self-interested, and you often face battles alone. My family hates me for no reason. My mother thinks I worship the devil all because I look better than her. I mean, what do you expect, mother of mine?? Not only am I younger than you, but I keep track of my health by going to a gym, unlike you. So of course, I will look better than you! My brother blames me for his substance abuse problem, and I don't see how I am responsible for that. And my mother agrees with him! My family is so dysfunctional that I need to leave and cut ties. I cannot take all the guilt-tripping and gaslighting they do to me! Now that I'm alone, I need to make money to survive, which is exhausting as I try to pay bills on time every month. I know for a fact if I were to be delinquent with one of these bills, it could start a cascade and BOOM! Evicted and out on the street with no support, living in my car. Why must I live like this? I feel like I am a good person, but it just seems like everybody is against me, and the world doesn't want me to survive! Add the fact that I have no family support, and it can get stressful! Also, when I tell people my situation, they don't even believe me at all! I am alone in my problems, alone in my fight, alone in my battles. I can see why a lot of men, when they get older, become alcoholics. It's a good thing I never developed a taste for it when I was younger; it's a good thing I listened to the voice of God not to drink ever because as it stands now, I would be a loner wino on the streets counting the days till I am dead... Anyways...here's to another day...surviving! Mahalo! I still need to find a way to buy a new car. I don't know how I am going to do that on minimum wage!

Another week, another blog post. LOL! I am the only one that reads this, but… it is good therapy for me. It’s been like 3 weeks since I lost my job at Sevita-California Mentor. I guess I will miss the few people that did like me. There weren’t many people. I would say only 2: Ilda Prado and Latosha Dixon. Other than that, I don’t think anyone else really liked me much. It's sad what we “Chosen Ones” must go through. The hate…the jealousy…the misunderstanding…all because we want to live a godly life and nobody else does. I feel like I am going through life all by myself, and I must fight everybody I meet. It’s sad. On the plus side, I got my E.D.D. unemployment interview yesterday and was approved, and my first check was deposited into my bank account this morning. Which is a relief for me because I was stressing over my interview and, of course, bills and how I am going to pay for them. But I got my check, and I am about 80 percent sure I got approved for the next year of E.D.D., which means I can relax and play Baldur’s Gate II and III. I will apply for jobs later. I am so sick and tired of putting up with being yelled at and treated like crap all because I know how to do the job better than them and of course putting up with the stuff a “Chosen One” must put up with. I was getting worried that I might not get E.D.D., stressing that I will have to use my Roth IRA, which is something I don’t want to do because that is my retirement savings, what little I have that is. I think I will go back to medical assisting and get a job in one of these offices in town. My friend and former client Elias Bullard wants me to do a job with him that will pay $25.00 an hour. I don’t know if I want to take it because the job is all the way in Maricopa and my car is a high mileage car. I don’t know if it can take the trip. I will tell him about it sometime that way he knows. I don’t want to leave him hanging. He is a good friend, and as a “chosen one,” friends are exceedingly rare. Till next time… Mahalo!

Another week, another blog post. I hope someone out there reads this, or maybe it's just me, I don’t know! Anyway, here goes. I am now about two weeks removed from being fired from my job at Sevita-California Mentor. This was my second time working there, and honestly, I thought I would last longer this time. As a "Chosen One," I tend to intimidate people with my energy, and I think some may even be jealous of it. The way I see it, the only way to boost your energy is to get moving, right? That’s how I approached it—I fought off my laziness and sleepiness, and I kept pushing myself to overcome lethargy. I mean, if you're not going to do that, then who is to blame? I can’t help but think that maybe Kari will be the next to be fired; she has had a lot of issues with the higher-ups. She has a big ego, especially for someone who is so heavy. In my experience, egos are usually found in the thin, athletic, and often conventionally attractive. I suspect Kari used to be good-looking but has let her lifestyle—filled with excess and poor choices—deteriorate her appearance. However, her ego seems to have remained intact despite these changes. Anyway, I should probably focus less on the past and look toward the future! I have an unemployment interview on the 3rd of March, and I hope to get benefits from the E.D.D. so I can relax and play some video games. I want to play through the Baldur's Gate series; I am well into the second game. The first game took about 60 hours to complete, and it has an excellent story that leads into Baldur’s Gate III, which I will play after finishing Baldur’s Gate II. Maybe I will have the chance to beat all three before finding another job, and by then, I will be ready to dive into Elden Ring, the final game in the Dark Souls series. Surprisingly, I am beginning to enjoy my jobless life. While having a job gave me a sense of purpose, being a gamer provides me with purpose too, and it’s entertaining to boot! Until next time…Mahalo!

Another week, another blog post! I’ve been reflecting on my time at Sevita-California Mentor, and honestly, I didn’t think they would fire me. Leaving a client unattended in a shower chair is a common oversight, highlighting the challenges faced within the organization. In jobs, "The Chosen" often endure harsh treatment until they eventually quit, and nobody truly likes them. Those of us deemed “The Chosen” are viewed as competitors rather than colleagues, making us feel like the enemy. It’s unfortunate that, despite being good people, “The Chosen” seem to be disliked by many. Most of us are good-looking, and as a result, we are often stereotyped and treated poorly because of our appearance. Ironically, to look good, you can’t obsess over it; when you adopt this mindset, you often develop that elusive “It” factor that attracts attention—both positive and negative. For example, today at Starbucks, the owner glared at me because she wanted me to put my feet in my slippers, even though I was already wearing clean socks. She refused to accept that! She apparently acknowledges that I look good, attributing it to the inner work that someone like me does—work that she herself, as the owner of Starbucks, likely doesn’t engage in. Many people mistakenly believe that looking good is an innate trait, but it actually requires effort. I often experience poor treatment because of my appearance, yet it feels unfair to bear the responsibility for others’ reactions. My critics don’t put in as much effort as I do to look good, which combines both inner and outer work. I wonder what my former coworkers think now that I’ve been away for three weeks. Do they think "good riddance"? Do they not care at all? Or do they blame Kari for getting me fired, generating resentment towards her? Based on the business texts I received from work, it seems like it’s business as usual. I don’t believe they are concerned about me. All the friendships I thought I had built there were superficial. None of them genuinely cared whether I lived or died. I find this realization sad because I thought I had found a home, friends, or even a work family. I often feel this way when I secure a role that requires significant communication, yet I realize that there may be a lack of true personal connection from others. Being “Chosen” once again reveals that acceptance often hinges on aligning with the mental level of others or appearing non-threatening. Due to internal conflicts among colleagues, a Chosen person is frequently seen as a competitor. When a Chosen works with someone, that individual may feel insecure simply because they view “The Chosen” as a “better person.” It’s sad how people treat me, how they treat a Chosen one. It’s disheartening. Mahalo!

Well, I finally got fired from my job as a DSP-Caregiver at Sevita-California Mentor. It was only a matter of time as a “Chosen” everybody hates you secretly on the down-low and would love to see you fall flat on your face for no reason other than you are better than them. Maybe in the sports world competition is a welcome thing but in the real-world people don’t want to compete they want to eliminate the competition and since I am viewed as the enemy by everybody, might as well eliminate myself right? By attempting to fabricate complaints to have me dismissed from my position? My last check from Sevita-California Mentor was just a measly 479 dollars. Nobody cares about me, not my family, not anyone. It's just me, and I need to take care of myself. I blocked my family's numbers because they haven't called or visited me since last year, which was a painful experience. It wasn’t a real visit to see how I was doing but more of an examination of whether I was suffering because I didn’t have my evil mother to depend on. Mother, how do you like my apartment? Huh? How do you like it? I hate you! I won't be there when you die or when you're dying. I don’t care about inheritance or anything you have never been there for me ever, so I am about 90 percent sure you won’t ever give me inheritance either. Sadly, someone like me will die alone with no one to call a friend or family but that is the sad reality of someone who is “Chosen”. You have no support or help, and only God to turn to. I looked at my budget earlier and it looks like I won’t be able to afford my expenses for the next few months and must find a job asap. I will maybe take a break for a month or so and then find a job. It has become clear that my presence is not valued. In future employment, I will maintain a professional distance from colleagues. I know they all hate me. When you are one with God then the world hates you and your family turns its back on you. Until we meet again, farewell. Mahalo!

Well, I knew this would happen. LOL! I am finally fired from my Job at Sevita-California Mentor. I know I wasn't liked by anyone there. When you are Chosen nobody likes you anywhere. Some individuals may pretend to have positive feelings towards you, while their true intentions are harmful. LITERALLY or better yet they’d love to see you die slowly on drugs. I know all my co-workers would ENJOY seeing me homeless after I get fired at Sevita-California Mentor...on the street doing drugs and being a Gay Prostitute (On the Down-Low, of course, they will never admit this, but I know they do you cannot hide from a “Chosen One” we see all the Devil's Tricks). They would LOVE to go to Walmart and see Leo their Co-worker that “Made them all look bad” sleeping in a dumpster and eating his shit to survive like I don't know! Don't let this innocent face fool you! It is believed that 144,000 people or souls will be saved on this earth, and I am making efforts to be among them. I need to try to go to heaven. I am not sure about my co-workers. I don't think they think about these things that a “Chosen One” thinks about, they all think I take life too seriously especially the Gay ones who would all love to see me get fired getting butt-fucked in the corner as a Sadomasochistic sex slave to a rich gay man, I know! The disrespect I get for growing up at 8 years old! I have not received respectful treatment and have yet to understand my full potential. EVER! A Chosen One often does not receive recognition for their actions and frequently struggles with suicidal thoughts. That is why it behooves a Chosen one to be sober otherwise doing drugs will just exacerbate these suicidal feelings and boom you commit suicide and in hell with the rest of the sinners. If I get fired, I'll have time to complete the Baldur's Gate series. It's sad the reaction that Bakersfield people have of me. They just cannot accept my decision to REMAIN CELEBATE after my one relationship with my girlfriend who I treated like my wife whom I never cheated on. These people in this town cannot accept the choice I made because NONE of these Bakersfield people EVER made the same choice. But I am not special, I just choose God, and they don't People are slime I swear! I hate people Till Next time! Mahalo!

Another week, another blog post so it goes for a weirdo like me a Chosen one! A lot has happened to me this week. I got into it with yet another co-worker this week Kari. The same co-worker I argued with long ago. She keeps starting drama with me! This is the type of thing that we “Chosen Ones” get! People who just want to start drama with me. It got to the point that I started yelling at her and she started yelling at me! The supervisor was notified, and Marcus oversaw the remainder of the shift. A little later in the week, I was called into a meeting with Gloria the head boss and Marcus also attended. I had to explain what happened between me and Kari in simple terms that were easy for them to understand since they are not “Chosen Ones” like me. After explaining myself to them I left and Marcus Epps later that day while I was playing games said that I was suspended while they investigated the incident. One of the main challenges between Kari, my colleague, and myself is that, as an individual who embraces change, I readily adapt to evolving circumstances. Kari seems like she is a hardcore Bakersfield type and if you know anything about hardcore country types they resist change. This concludes our discussion. My boss Marcus Epps said they would investigate the incident because I left a client unattended. I informed him that clients are often left unattended, particularly because there is typically only one DSP caregiver and one person responsible for medication. The Caregiver can’t be with all clients at once so clients are always left unattended. But no matter they will investigate the incident with Kari. I'm almost sure I'm fired. It is a good thing that I never ended unemployment because I will need it now. Also, I have a phone interview with CalFresh Food stamps. Perfect timing right when I need them most. I guess this is the perk of being a “Chosen One”. Everything happens for a reason, which is why I face hate, jealousy, and drama. If I get fired it will give me a chance to play Baldur’s gate 1 2 and 3. As well as Icewind Dale and the rest of BG’s expansions. Sadly, 99 percent of people do not embrace change like a chosen one. I guess they fear the unknown or are too arrogant to venture into unknown territory. Which I think is the issue with Kari. She strikes me as a very arrogant person and arrogant people Never like change. Till next time! MAHALLO!!!

Hi all!!! A lot has happened this week. Well here goes nothing!!! I have been getting a lot of hours at my job lately. I think it’s because I am willing to do any shift except NOC and eager to go to any house which is not common amongst the other workers of California Mentor. Most workers only want to go to one house as it is tough to keep track of what needs to be done if you have a lot of houses that you go to. I am also getting a lot of jealousy from some co-workers who either wish they had the intelligence to go to a lot of houses and know what to do or at least have the guts to go to many group homes and just “Wing It” as I do. I have this one co-worker at Columbia Kari who I think is so used to being the smartest one in the room except when I am in the room, she has to take 2nd place when it comes to smart so she hates it and gives me a hard time when we work together. That is the thing about some people. They develop a little intelligence and then their ego gets big and when your ego gets big you usually stagnate intelligence-wise. Kari and I argued the last time I worked with her, to the point of a shouting match. A lot of the issue is that she is a woman, and most women nowadays can never be 2nd fiddle to a man but unfortunately when they meet a strong man they must, and Kari cannot handle it. I had another confrontation with another co-worker at Kroll house. She was also a woman. She has kids and if you know anybody that has kids, they think they are immediately the best person in the room, but like I said, this is the case with Kari, not when I am in the room. So, my co-worker at Kroll and I had a little argument about who has it hard. She thinks that just because she has kids, she has it harder than me because I am single. That would be true if I were in my teen years or 20-something years, but this is adulthood, and being single in adulthood is different than being single in your younger years, which is what I explained to her. Because since I have no wife, I must do everything without help. I also have no kids to greet me when I get home; there are just a wall and roaches roaming my apartment. My co-worker at Kroll took offense to this statement because she knew it was the truth and started becoming hostile towards me. I am not going to take crap from people just because they popped out kids and this is not the “Suffer Olympics” We are not competing as to which person ash it harder. We are here for the clients, not some hidden competition. Word got out to my boss Marcus Epps, and he took a client to a medical appointment and wanted me to come. He didn’t reprimand me for my issues with Kari or my Co-worker at Kroll, but his comments made me feel like I should just let these women win. I just nodded yes but I will still defend myself against these misogynistic women. I do not care. Marital Status discrimination in the workplace is real and this perception that single men are just celebrating needs to stop! Nobody with any sense in his or her head will “Live it Up” in the strip club in adulthood, especially someone like me who is completely alone! I mean who is going to take care of me when I am old? The strippers at the club? No, I got to work like every other adult! Also, since I am alone, I must build a nest egg for when I can no longer work. There is going to be a time when I cannot work and if I were to celebrate now since I am a single man that will lead to me being a homeless wino when I am old! People are so stupid I swear! Anyway, till next time… MAHALLO!

Hi all! Fellow Nerds! LOL! Like anybody reads my thoughts on here. I don’t know, well here goes. I had a fun week this week! There was NO drama from my co-workers this week. All the negative drama at the beginning of my tenure was just hazing. They also know that I bust my ass at work and do about any shift other than NOC shift so maybe they have some respect for me now. I still get ignored at work and stared at, but when I look at them, they quickly act like they aren’t staring. I know it’s more than just me looking good. I am quite sure it’s because I stand out from everybody else. I am guessing that is the reason they had all this drama with me, to begin with. As a “Chosen One” I am too good to be true, so they said, “Let’s test him to see how good he is with a little drama....” I am not relaxing as they might start drama next week who knows?? As a Chosen One, I must be ready when someone wants to attack. With the way people are nowadays, a verbal attack can come at any time, even over the phone! A Chosen one can be spotted on the phone and BOOM! Phone drama on a scale from 0 to 10 in 3 seconds! LOL! With all the lifting at my job, I may have hurt my left bicep. I don’t know if I will still workout after work so maybe I should lay off a bit. Speaking of layoffs, my car broke down yet again on the 25th of December. I had it towed and the towman said it could be the alternator. I had it towed on the 25th to my house and even after getting my car disabled my job still wanted me to work SHEESH! People take for granted a good man! I am so glad I am not in a relationship. Because not only will my job take me for granted, but I will also be at home taken for granted by my girl. Good men are better off alone nowadays. I learned that from Springer back in the day. “If you are sheep, you are better off out of the game.” And I am a sheep. When I had my car towed from my house to the repair guy the next towman said it could be a transmission problem. I got the sense from him that he knew my brother Paul because he asked me “Do you ever hang out with your brother?” I told him I hated my brother and that was his response. I don’t know, Maybe I am just paranoid. When I sent my car to the repair shop the main repair guy was vacationing in Mexico and won’t be back till the 2nd of January 2025. I said that is ok I will use Lyft to go to work. I was so happy when I got the phone call yesterday, the 2nd that my car was done! And I didn’t even skip a beat! I am so proud of myself. I used Lyft one last day yesterday and this morning the 3rd of January and picked up my car. He said it was just the Alternator, not the Transmission, and I was relieved. I think the 2nd Towman from the 25 of December was Paul’s friend and as I have written on the Blog Paul is my Enemy. Well, here’s to getting my Car back and playing Baldur’s Gate till 6:30 pm!!! Till Next Time… MAHALLO!