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!