Employee's Blog Post on Workplace Discontent

Hi all!! I just wanted to check into my hella-nerdy blog that nobody cares about. I am officially the most hated person at my job, and I am beginning to think it is because I am god-fearing and they are not, and I prove repeatedly that I am favored by God and they aren't. Every time I clock into my job, I'm the most ignored person there. I do my job and leave, and not one acknowledgement of my even being there. A lot of them try to overshadow me; they try not to let me do my job, like I need saving from doing work, and they are so strong or something. Again, they come from the idea that evil is so strong that Darth Vader is the shit and Luke Skywalker is weak, and I am proving to them it is not true, and they can’t handle it, so they just isolate me to quit. Their ego is badly bruised by me, and we all know that evil people have big egos that can’t be bruised. It can really be hard to be a “Chosen One.” Most people are going to fake like they like you when they really don’t like you, and they will blame you for everything, like you are at fault for everything. I keep remembering a doctor saying something to me, “You are like Flashdance! AHAHAHAH,” like saying I am just a girl and a fag, and all the co-workers laughed at me like his “ingenious” joke was so funny. Going to heaven is a difficult path and a difficult road. You must choose God rather than the world, and that usually means not hanging out with worldly people. Which is everybody else, and to most people, if you are not with them, you are against them. So, they will gang up on you just because you don’t spend time together. Again, I find it sad that I am a failure as a man, and the whole town hates me to boot. Keep in mind that these bad people, these narcissists, will never say that they hate you, but if you live in a town and no one talks to you unless they are yelling at you to do your job or they just talk to you to fake like they want to be your friend only to try to get you on drugs, you know you are hated, and if you think moving to another town would help, think again. The whole world is on substances; there is no escaping this! Everybody is on drugs or, at the very least, alcohol, so no matter where I go, I will be treated this way. At my job at Kern Valley State Prison, my co-worker who sits near me accused me of stealing his highlighter, like I am some kleptomaniac. Now, how can I be a kleptomaniac and work in a prison? Really, it was just his way of insulting me or gaslighting me into getting angry so he could point out that I am the crazy one and get me fired. As a “Chosen One,” all I can do is brush it off and keep going because this will keep going until I die, and the way I am going, I will die in a ditch, a homeless drug addict with nothing, and nobody is going to care, and the people that I have offended are going to go to my ditch where I am dying and spit on my body and take my shit. Being Chosen is a hard life! I hate people so freaking much! Till next time, mahalo!