Workplace Experience at Kern Valley State Prison

Hello, Nerds!!! Another week, another nerdy post! I just started training at my new job at Kern Valley State Prison. It took about a week and a half before people started treating me differently. I am the only medical assistant with a desk that is far away from the other M.A.s; my light seems to intimidate them. The women, and especially the gay men, look at me with blank stares, as if they don’t know what to make of me. It's as if they have never encountered someone like me before and don’t know how to respond. As “Chosen Ones,” we are extraordinary people—aka “extra-ordinary”—which makes us stand out in a crowd. People in that very same crowd will eavesdrop on whatever we say. Additionally, those who operate on a lower vibration often won’t like us. For example, during my shift with another M.A. who was very pretty, she intentionally withheld information and advice to ensure I didn’t learn anything. Like the others, she pretended I wasn’t even there, which is a recurring experience at my job. The only male M.A. that the other twenty-something women love to talk to is a devil-worshipping gay guy. That’s just how society is! Most people are influenced by TV and misinformation on the internet, believing that gay people are inherently good and need support. The indoctrination that suggests homosexuals are good people began with the movie “Philadelphia,” starring Tom Hanks. Since then, many, including the female M.A.s at my job, seem to have fallen for this idea and frequently hang out with and befriend the gay guy. They overlook that the Bible states that once you engage in homosexual activities, you are damned—no ifs, ands, or buts about it. These gay men often put on a façade to convince these women that they are good when, in fact, they are not. A good man will always trump all, which is why my co-workers struggle to understand me. I am a 51-year-old man with the character of an eighth grader. They must be thinking, “Is he really this good? Or is he fake? I thought gay people were the good guys and men were all bad, disgusting trash. Who is this guy?” I experience this confusion all the time! I have been in the health field for 27 years, and not all workers who see medical work as a calling fit the stereotype of “old, wrinkled women who are 80 pounds overweight.” But, of course, everyone loves movie-type stereotypes, right? Because I don’t fit the typical "asshole man" stereotype, which is all their life experiences have taught them, they would much rather alienate me and ensure my desk is far away from everyone else—because I am considered WEIRD! As a “Chosen One,” we cannot help but have conflicted feelings toward people—the very same people we would take a bullet for! Sad! Anyways, until next time! Mahalo!

Personal Financial Update

Hello, fellow nerds! Greetings from Uber-nerd town! I have settled into my two jobs, and I have to say I am overjoyed with my monthly income of about $6,500. I am ecstatic! Given that my monthly expenses are only $2,700, I will have a surplus of over $3,000 each month, which I plan to put into savings. My next goal is to pay off my brand new 2025 Toyota Corolla LE by the end of March 2026. After this payment is completed, monthly expenses are projected to decrease to approximately $2,450, which could provide improved financial stability. So far, my job at Kern Valley State Prison is going well. I don't sense the same threatening vibe here as I do at the group home. Most of my co-workers at the prison are from Bakersfield, and some may be part of the gang stalking I experience in town. However, I haven’t felt any negative vibes … yet. Give it time! They might change their attitude later and make my life difficult at the prison, much like what happened at Tehachapi State Prison. I didn’t realize until about four years ago that some people seem to compete to be the better person. I’m just trying to be good without competing with others in that way. Ultimately, it's all subjective; someone might appreciate a certain quality about you, while another might not. That’s why I believe it’s unnecessary to compete like that. It is possible that I will come across an undisclosed competition intended to assess who is a “Better Person”. They might believe I'm either genuine or just faking it, and then disregard me. If I can make it through March and pay off my car, I'll be fine. If they decide to fire me afterward, I would be okay with that too because I would have accomplished something at the prison, making the targeting feel worth it in the end. With my car paid off, my living expenses will be low enough that any two jobs—one full-time and one part-time at minimum wage—would cover my bills and leave me with some extra money. As the Smashing Pumpkins once sang, "The world is a vampire... set to drain," so I can’t really complain. If I remain employed at the prison through March, that seems reasonable. The plight of a "Chosen One" is complicated; on one hand, there are people who adore you, and on the other, there are those who despise you—often, the latter are the ones who employ you at jobs. I find that sad! Till next time! MAHALO!

Hello, fellow nerds! We are definitely weirdos! Haha! Anyway, here’s another week, another blog post. I just started my new job at Kern Valley State Prison, and I have this strange feeling that the people who work there know things about me without me knowing them. It’s an odd sensation, like being watched in the town I live in. I get the same feeling at the San Miniato Group Home as well. At the Group Home, I sense that people know of me, even though I don’t know them. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I’ve learned from past experiences not to ignore my instincts. Your Insticnts are there to warn you about the energy surrounding you. I mentioned to my only friend and coworker that you never know which god someone prays to, so it’s important to be careful. Whenever the young kids are scheduled around me, I pick up on some bad vibes from them. Maybe they are feeling negative about life, and it shows. Most people in this town seem to play the “Game of Life,” and these kids appear to be depressed because they are not succeeding in it. What these so-called “Winners of the Game of Life” often don’t disclose is how they achieved their status in the “Game of Life.” It's typically because they sacrificed their character or did something they aren’t proud of to get ahead. As for me, I’m happy where I am! I had an eight-year relationship with a woman that, unfortunately, didn’t end in marriage, but I still consider it a success because I did nothing wrong. She broke up with me because I showed her that it’s very possible to generate income in the United States from nothing, simply through budgeting. In her words, I am “too strong.” I also feel like I’m being gang-stalked by people in this town. Certain individuals know things about me that they shouldn’t, like how much I enjoy playing XCOM 2—unless they’re watching me at the Starbucks I frequent. Gang-stalking isn’t new; it happens to many people, and I don’t think I’m special. It’s just that I stand out, and when you do that, especially unintentionally, you attract the attention of those who want to bring you down, even to the point of trying to make you harm yourself. The gang-stalkers project their feelings about life onto you, expecting you to bear their burdens. They’re often too afraid to face reality themselves, and since you are a “Chosen One,” they want you to take it all in and suffer the consequences. Unfortunately, this gang-stalking will likely never end, and it’s one of the downsides of being “Chosen.” The hate and jealousy you inspire because you are a better person can lead to gang-stalking, as to many, life is merely a game. If you, as a “Chosen One,” aren’t playing "The Game of Life", those who are will see you as “winning” and will turn against you. I hate people! Hate them so much! Anyways...till next time! MAHALO!

Hi, fellow nerds! Another week, another blog post from the biggest Uber nerd in Bakersfield. I had a phone conference with my boss the other day, and I can’t shake the feeling that my days at my job are numbered. I’m experiencing a lot of animosity from my co-workers; it's frustrating. They treat me like an absolute child who doesn’t know how to shit in a toilet properly, even though I do better work than all of them combined and have more experience. They show me no respect at all! All they show me is disresepect. Including the women! Double so for the women! But honestly, this treatment doesn't surprise me. As a “Chosen One,” it seems this is the type of treatment I’m destined for. When someone is narcissistic and doesn’t threaten anyone, has no skills to speak of, people treat them with respect and admiration. However, when you’re genuinely qualified and can outperform everyone else, they treat you like you’re an incompetent buffoon because they feel threatened by your abilities. There’s no give when you’re a “Chosen One”; you’re always seen as the enemy. Every time I go out, I'm attacked. For instance, even when I go to Starbucks, random workers will start trash-talking, hinting that they haven’t seen me in a while, almost gloating about it because they assume I’ve been fired at my job and that is why I am there. I can’t even enjoy playing video games at Starbucks without these negative people attacking me!!! Like I represent the much HATED Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift, when I am just a minimum wage worker!!!!!!!! At the gym, Planet Fitness, it’s no different. A random guy will yell at me to take it easy, criticizing me for working harder than every other man there. Last year, when I was really jacked, nobody ever complimented me with a “Wow, you look ripped!” Although it was observed that I worked hard and went to the gym regularly, and EARNED the look, no one offered congratulations. Instead, they made it a point to congratulate someone else right in front of me, who is on PED’s, and 10 times lazier, about how jacked he is, just to THUMB IT IN MY FACE!!! Because at the gym everybody hates me there too…for no reason! That’s the struggle of being a “Chosen One”—you get ABSOLUTELY no praise from others. You have to recognize your own worth and your own achievements. You have to kiss yourself! LOL! Because nobody else will! Not even your own family or loved ones! The phone conversation with my boss was just another display of envy from co-workers because I do my job better than all of them and remain a happy person. As a “Chosen One,” I'm a naturally happy person, and people notice this. They may initially try to connect with me just to figure out what makes me so positive, like I have a million dollars stashed somewhere. Yet, when they realize that I don’t have much more than they do and most of the time I have less than they do, and all I have is natural happiness of being alvie for one more day, their jealousy intensifies, and the verbal insults increase! I wouldn’t be surprised if I get fired at my job in a month. I know my coworkers only work hard when I’m around to compete with me, and they slack off when I’m not there. They believe putting extra work on me will overwhelm me, but stress only strengthens resilience and physical strength and mental strength. While they de-stress by slacking off and going out to drink, and partying, going to concerts thinking they are part of the "In-Crowd" that’s the behavior that ultimately hurts you and destroys you before your time! I am 51 years old and I have more energy than all of the "In-Crowd" men at my job!!! I am the best-looking, hardest-working, and most athletic guy at my job. Yet even the one woman who works there deliberately avoids me, choosing to socialize with the lazy, unmotivated ones because they are part of the “in-crowd” that she belongs to. Her ego won’t allow her to see the truth that I am much more capable, much more handsome than all the other men at the job…COMBINED; I’m like Superman compared to ALL OF THEM. Yet she intentionally avoids me because I lack "Coolness Points!' I HATE PEOPLE SO MUCH! HATE THEM! Anyways… Mahalo!