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!