Group Home Incident Report Draft

Hi everyone! Fellow nerds, we truly are a unique bunch, and sometimes I think we shouldn't venture out of the house! Anyway, I had an incident at my group home job the other day. One of my female coworkers began yelling at me, claiming it was "criticism" of my work. In response, I shouted back "criticism" of her work, and she got upset. Apparently, she thinks she’s so exceptional that she can’t take any criticism herself, even though she thinks she knows everything. It's frustrating dealing with some of these kids at work, too, because they act like they know everything about anything, add the fact that they have the bosses backing them as well. It's disheartening to see good people treated this way, but as a so-called "chosen one," once I see their true colors, I want nothing to do with them. My other coworker, Gus, suggested that I "just hang out." What does that even mean? Hang out with him, do drugs, and risk developing Parkinson's later in life? LIKE HIM!! LOL!? Or maybe hang out so he can feed me Parkinsons laced poison to make sure I get it later in Life? I refuse to trust Gus or anyone else at work right now. After the incident, I was sent home as if I was the bad guy, while my shouting coworker was seen as the "good one." I went home and played video games, so I didn’t feel like I lost out at all. In fact, I’d bet that Emily, my coworker, is lost out more because she had to work and relies on her parents to pay her bills. I really don’t care. I also have other incidents at my second job, where I deal with correctional officers who are war veterans, and it can be quite intimidating. Unfortunately, I receive zero understanding, yes, ZERO, from the female bosses at work. I suspect their gang-member husbands who are also dealing drugs because they seem lazier than I am get more understanding! California Lifestyle Man! That’s the life of a "chosen one." We’re constantly treated poorly, 24/7, and are always being tested—whether it’s our patience or our reactions to hurtful comments. It seems like our intelligence is under constant scrutiny every minute of the day. As a "chosen one," you start to develop a dislike for people because it often feels like everyone else is on "demon time," while you’re the only one on "God time." That’s why they treat you the way they do. I think Emily might be a bit jealous of me because I shine brighter at work, and she can’t accept that a man could outshine her, regardless of how much makeup she puts on or how stylish her outfits are. All that matters is character, and that puts her in second place. I want nothing to do with her. She often looks at me as if I’m going to be some kind of homewrecker! She can be really difficult to deal with. I work again today at 4 PM, and I hope I don’t have to work with her. Walking the line to goto heaven can be challenging, but with experience, it becomes easier to handle the road ahead. I HATE PEOPLE! Till Next Time... MAHALO!

Personal Rant on Appearance and Effort

Hi everyone! Fellow nerds of Bakersfield! I wanted to share something from work the other day. I was at my group home job and started playing my "Ripped Kodiak" videos, which showcase what it’s like to be an attractive guy. I think many of my co-workers heard them, and maybe they now understand my situation. It really sucks to be me. I've put in so much effort to change my appearance through working out, only to have it all overshadowed by some guy in a BMW who doesn’t appreciate the hard work I’ve done. Looking good as you age requires ambition; it’s not something that just happens by accident. Most guys don’t seem to get this, and honestly, I rarely find anyone like me except for "Ripped Kodiak" on YouTube. In Bakersfield, and even in Kern County, it seems like you won't find many people who share my mindset. A lot of guys these days seem to spend their time drinking and partying, and many don't even make it to their 40s. I see this happening with my brother, who lived a typical life—working all week and partying on weekends—and now he's suffering from gout and heart problems. He can't even walk the dog around the block, and I believe that's part of the reason he abandoned his son. It's hard to feel sympathy for my brother; when you don’t live for tomorrow, like he does, you end up paying the price later in life. He has asked me for help, but I refuse to assist him. He tried to sacrifice me to the "Gods of Cool" just for some recognition from his friends, and I can’t forgive him for that. As unsettling as it sounds, I will take some satisfaction in watching him suffer. He and my mother wanted to see me fail, believing that my kindness and empathy were signs of weakness. But I've come to realize that empathy is actually a strength. My mother now has a brain tumor, and I have filed a restraining order against my family to ensure they never come to my house again. Hopefully, they respect that order. I’ve decided to cut ties with my mother until the end of her life. She often claims to respect "strength," so let’s see how she feels about her son going no contact until her death. Take care, everyone… I’m not particularly fond of any of you either!

Personal Update and Home Project Log

Hello, fellow nerds of Bako! I haven’t posted here since last week because I’ve been on vacation, and it’s been great! I’ve also been tackling some tasks around the house that have been nagging me for a while. The main project was moving my over-the-air antenna to the outside window for better reception so I can watch football games when the season starts. I enjoy watching my Baltimore Ravens play, but it’s frustrating when the reception is poor or cuts out in my bedroom, where I like to lounge in bed and watch football. It took quite a bit of effort to thread the cable out to the living room window—an all-day affair—but I finally got it done. On top of that, I got paid during my vacation week, which is a bonus. I’m tempted to shop on Amazon, but I need to save that money to pay off my car. I keep thinking about my one and only girlfriend, who taught me about credit. None of my family wanted to teach me, and I’ve often felt judged for being good-looking. It’s strange how society tends to vilify those who fit that mold. If you grow up hearing that you’re ugly from your family, it really affects your self-image. When you look in the mirror, it can be hard to see anything but what they say, leading you to feel like an ugly person. I grew up in a narcissistic family that chose me as the scapegoat. Nowadays, it seems that the 90-pound weakling is celebrated while the athletic, strong man is demonized. People judge character based on looks, which is frustrating. If you happen to be good-looking, especially as portrayed in movies and TV shows, you’re often cast as the villain. My mother has a brain tumor now, and with all the traumatic memories involved, I find it hard not to harbor negative feelings toward her. I’ve also struggled with my feelings toward my dad and my brother, as well as the rest of the Fuentes family. I’ve realized I never needed them to grow up; God has always been my source of guidance. My niece once emailed me about my mother's situation, and I reacted harshly, telling her to leave me out of it, FUCK YOU! Living life with this “pretty face” feels more like a curse than a blessing. I worry about dying alone and try not to think about my future when I can no longer work. I imagine I might live in a senior apartment complex one day, but I’m unsure. The envy and jealousy from my immediate family only add to my worries, especially since they seem to live better lives than I do. Society often assumes that good-looking people have it easy, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. These "nerds" of society, in my view, are often those who don’t contribute positively or take care of their health. I believe that the more overweight you are, the more evil you are, and paradoxically, in today’s world, that often gains you favor in jobs and relationships with the opposite sex. This leads to a lot of strange occurrences, which I perceive as manifestations of negativity. Clown world! I struggle with my feelings toward people. Anyways… MAHALO!

Personal Workplace Update and Financial Tool Notification

Hi Nerds!!! Fellow Weirdos!!! I had an okay week this week. I received my new Dayforce Wallet in the mail, so now if I need extra cash, I can withdraw from my People's Care Future Paycheck and load it onto a debit card for use. I don't really plan to use it, but it’s nice to have. Lately, I've been experiencing a lot of competition anxiety from the Correctional Officers at my job at K.V.S.P. But I understand that this comes with the territory. When you are a "Chosen One," enjoying your time at work can be challenging. Those who aren’t as spiritually gifted may attempt to bring you down. I always thought that as I matured and gained wisdom, things would become easier. In movies, like "Baby Boy" starring Tyrese Gibson, you see characters mature, and in the end, they lead a good life. But the reality is quite different. When you genuinely mature as a person, you might find yourself unmarried and without kids, unlike in "Baby Boy." Often, your partner may struggle with your spiritual growth and may end the relationship. As you ascend to higher levels of consciousness and leave others behind, those left behind might react with hostility, misunderstanding, or they may resort to stereotypes influenced by movies and TV, treating you poorly as a result. Most people I meet have preconceived notions about how sane individuals are supposed to act. They either treat me according to those stereotypes or isolate me due to their fear of revealing their own shortcomings. Demons thrive in darkness, and when you evolve as a person, you become a beacon of light. This illumination can cause negative people or negative energies to react defensively, which is why I often face unnecessary trouble at work. As a "Chosen One," you will likely encounter unusual cruelty and find that your contributions and accomplishments go unrecognized. As I've mentioned in previous diary entries, the devil’s primary tool is isolation, designed to make you feel insignificant and unworthy. That’s why, as a "Chosen One," it’s crucial to uplift yourself constantly—because, unfortunately, others will rarely affirm your worth. Again... I hate people! Till next time... MAHALO!