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!