Grammarly Usage Limit and Work Updates

Hey everyone! Fellow nerds and weirdos! I had a really good week. I found out that Grammarly can only be used 100 times a month unless you subscribe. I plan on not subscribing because I want to optimize my bills, so I’m fine with the 100 free checks per month. I just need to keep track of my usage, and when I run out, I’ll use Microsoft Copilot and QuillBot AI online. Anyway, I think I’m getting along better with my coworkers at both jobs. However, I still get some negativity from one girl at work. In my opinion, she is just insecure because I might be smarter than her. Many people with low self-awareness tend to overestimate their intelligence, and when they encounter someone smarter, it makes them feel uneasy. Instead of working on themselves, she takes her frustration out on me, as if I'm the reason she looks bad. The reality is that it’s just her own ego and inflated self-image. You often encounter people like that nowadays—those who believe they are inherently smart without any real qualifications. Well, I have a college degree, a trade school certificate in medical assisting, and a GED. I graduated from high school with honors, so no matter how "naturally smart" someone thinks they are, those qualifications matter. Honestly, with those credentials, I could be running the place, but that's not my goal. Sadly, many people nowadays believe they are intelligent without any degrees or diplomas. Sure, you might think you’re smart, but I’m smarter. Plus, I consider myself a "Chosen One," which adds to my intelligence. I think she deep down knows this, and the only way she can cope is by making my work life difficult or hoping I make a mistake so she can gloat. So far, she has not succeeded, but she keeps trying, which is annoying. There’s also another coworker who seems to have a similar mindset. It’s frustrating how some people can’t accept that there are individuals who are smarter than them. Rather than admitting defeat, they want to undermine those who outshine them. And yes, I consider myself a "Chosen One" as well! Most "Chosen Ones" don’t even graduate high school, let alone college. As a college-educated "Chosen One," I am a rare breed when it comes to intelligence. Until next time... I hate people! MAHALO!

Personal Journal Entry

Hiya Nerds!!! I just got done trying to sleep, and I simply can't, so I figured, what the heck, right? I had an okay week this week. I still feel quite ignored by co-workers at both jobs, and I told one of my clients that that is how you know you are the shit when the people around you make you feel small or pretend you don't exist. I was thinking about that earlier while preparing for the next week of work—that 2 of the primary tools of demonic bad people are to isolate someone they don't like, meaning me, or to make them feel small. I have gotten several comments from co-workers insinuating that my apartment is crap or, according to one co-worker, to "keep my head up," meanwhile I am sitting there with a 3 GRAND laptop and a nice car. It makes me think of what Tren Genius said about knowing your worth. In this world I have learned that nobody is going to tell you that you are worth it or are "the shit”. You must recognize and affirm who you are. Now this doesn't mean being arrogant, but instead it means just knowing you have worth and have something to offer even if everybody around you wants to convince you don't, and if they can't convince you don't, they try to convince you that you are not even there or did not register in the room. This is the fate of a “Chosen One” at a workplace. Chosen ones usually become the best at whatever they do...eventually, and people know this. You may feel invisible as a "chosen one" because those around you are subtly competing with you. For many years, my abilities were not recognized by those closest to me. However, in the past decade, I have discovered that I excel in numerous areas. Most families now are united in the intense competition of the kids, and the parents just sit back and watch the fighting. Which is what my narcissistic parents did, and since as the chosen one I am the most capable, I grew up with practically no guidance or anything, the “enemy”. I don't know my mother at all or my father or the rest of my family. All I know about them are surface-level things that anybody would know if they lived with someone for a while. Anyway, at least I am getting paid and saving money, right? Most people would have quit by now, but I live on a highly efficient budget, so I always make money at the end of the month, which is motivating to work and work hard... Anyways, I hate people... Blow Up the Outside World... Till next time... Mahalo!

Personal Journal Entry

Hi, everyone! I just finished another week, and, of course, no one talked to me. At my other job, the staff doesn’t treat me well, and some clients target me. But what they don’t realize is that the more they stress me out unnecessarily, the stronger and more athletic I become. So, I really don’t mind. In their low-vibrational thinking, they believe stress is harmful, but it’s actually partying that hurts you, not stress. The more they put me through, the more I’ll shine like a diamond. At 51 years old, I already look like a movie star—maybe even one of the X-Men! Just kidding! Seriously though, some people can be so unbelievably ignorant. That mindset is dated; stress, or as my mother calls it, "adrenaline," doesn’t give you wrinkles or make you fat. It’s partying and not managing stress well that truly causes those issues. If stress were the culprit, then all the fitness enthusiasts who stress their bodies daily would look terrible! The same goes for the mind. When my coworkers mentally overwhelm me, they think I’m just hiding my anger, but I'm not. I'm thankful they stress me out because they’re unknowingly reducing my chances of developing Alzheimer's and brain diseases. I was so mentally and physically exhausted yesterday, and when I sat on the couch, I couldn’t help but smile and think, “Wow, what a day!” I checked my weight and realized I lost 3 pounds—woohoo! I appreciate my coworkers! I actually enjoy not being part of the "in-crowd." When you’re outside that circle, you find that your "will to live" elevates your testosterone levels. Because they treat me poorly for being “uncool,” it mentally stresses me out, but it also keeps my mental faculties sharp—better than when I was 10, for sure! Sometimes I sit in disbelief and wonder, “Why are people this clueless?” All I really wanted to do was play video games all day and work out to avoid health issues like heart attacks. Don’t these people understand that’s why some guys in prison get so ripped? Their survival instincts kick in! I don’t understand why they treat a no-name nerd who works out like this. They should be supporting nerds who lift weights; it’s a great combination! Instead, they treat me like an outcast, but when you’re an outcast, your drive to live can elevate your testosterone, and you end up becoming a mental and physical diamond. I just can’t stand people sometimes. I really can’t!

Employee's Weekly Journal Entry

What’s up, everyone? I had another week at work, and I'm starting to wonder if I’ll really last long at my job in Kern Valley State Prison. I hope so, but I have my doubts. I felt the same way at Tehachapi State Prison, where the correctional officers ganged up on me and picked on me. It’s disheartening because when I was younger, I looked up to older people and those who seemed more established in life—like those with a wife, a house, and kids. But I’ve come to realize that many of these people are some of the most immature men out there! They shouldn’t be considered role models at all. These so-called "married types" probably got married based on looks, just like the COs did. They married young, thinking they would always look good, without realizing they needed to be vigilant about their appearance. Then they see someone like me—someone who doesn’t believe looks have to fade with age if you work at it. Honestly, I feel like I have an older Patrick Dempsey vibe now. I’m still handsome, but there’s a mature aura about me. I can’t help but think that the female medical assistants and nurses see me and think, “I wish my husband looked like that instead of just sleeping after work.” This might be why I get fired from jobs. I recognized this a long time ago, but I focused more on generating income and didn’t really care about being let go. It’s unfortunate that my commitment to God and my abstinence from alcohol and other substances have led me to look like an actor heading to work with a serious expression. I’m pretty sure the married women think, “Now that’s the kind of husband I want.” Meanwhile, the COs, who squandered their youth and looks on beer, feel envious when they see me. I wear a "Sobriety for Life" shirt around town, and my appearance has made me a target for their envy. Again, when you walk into work looking like Patrick Dempsey, don’t expect to keep the job long, especially when the other men let their looks decline from alcohol and beer. This is the struggle of being one of the "Chosen Ones." We’re often disliked by narcissists, and unfortunately, 99 percent of people fall into that category. Their envy and insecurity push them to sabotage the lives of those like me. I can’t even go to a bar to enjoy my Diet Coke without feeling like younger men—who look significantly older than their age—are sizing me up for a fight, just like Tom Cruise in "Jack Reacher." Sometimes, I really can’t stand people... but that’s the life of a Chosen One!

Weekly Personal Journal Entry

Greetings, fellow nerds! I had a pretty excellent week. I've noticed that my colleagues at Kern Valley State Prison often recognize unique things about me that they try not to mention. They comment on my abundant energy and vitality, implying that I seem unable to relax. Because of these traits, it feels like many of the correctional officers (COs), clinicians, and medical assistants (MAs) are competing with me. I can see them staring at me in awe, wondering how I maintain my energy and mental stamina. It's quite likely that none of them believe I’m actually 51 years old, but I am. I've also started to think that many of the MAs don't work as hard as I do; they often seem more focused on socializing with the COs. Their choice to wear a lot of makeup in the morning suggests they might be more concerned with appearances. While I don't mind that too much, it seems to bother them that I shine in comparison. I’m good-looking, like them, yet I’m even nerdier than the "nerdiest girl" at the facility, which probably frustrates them quietly because it highlights their shortcomings. This might explain why I usually end up working alone in a side office away from everyone else. On a brighter note, I finally paid off the down payment for my Toyota Corolla LE today, which lifted a weight off my shoulders. That burden of debt is gone, and all I have left to pay is the remaining balance of $17,303. My monthly payment is just $295, which is very manageable on my salary—or really, on any salary! I remember the saleswoman chuckling when I bought the car, remarking, "That car payment is cheaper than my cellphone bill." She and the other salesman laughed, and I guess I can say I’m a good negotiator when it comes to cars. Being a "Chosen One" often unveils hidden talents that people seldom acknowledge, leaving you feeling isolated. Instead of receiving compliments for these talents, many prefer to undermine you, making you feel insignificant. It can be hard to know your worth when those around you, including family, might tell you that you're worthless. That's the struggle of being a "Chosen One"—it often feels like everyone resents you, and some family members may even wish you ill because of the competition. My life has been exceedingly difficult for reasons I can’t always explain. If the world grants leniency to the "Chosen One," those close to them often work to make life challenging, sometimes even attempting to blacklist them. Currently, I find myself alone. I have no family to celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year's with, and it can be painfully isolating to observe these holidays without loved ones. However, as a "Chosen One," solitude seems to be part of the package. Remember, "a thousand may fall to your left, a thousand may fall to your right, but no harm shall befall the Chosen One." Many of my friends have come and gone—some have passed away or are growing old—but me? I just stay the same. Until next time!