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!

Workplace Competition Incident Report

Hi Nerds!!! Fellow Chosen Ones!!! I had an incident at work where I truly believe a certain staff member is competing with me to prove who is better. I feel she might be jealous of my 20+ years of experience in caregiving, which is evident in the way I do my job. My co-workers at the group home often try to compete or talk trash, as if we’re playing some sort of game, but it ultimately harms our clients, not me or them. Just yesterday, I worked with Emily, who seems to compete with me every time we're scheduled together, trying to show that she’s better at caregiving simply because she has kids. The sad part is that during our shift, she kept prompting one client repeatedly without providing any rewards or positive feedback. As a veteran caregiver, I know this approach doesn’t work. The result? The client became upset, and since he is non-verbal, he started hitting himself. It led to a big incident where he ended up struggling in his room, and our boss had to intervene. I texted my boss to clarify that if you keep hounding the client, that’s on you. But without positive reinforcement, it’s no surprise that they get frustrated. Unfortunately, whatever I say seems to fall on deaf ears because Emily is favored due to her gender and the fact that she is a mother and her role as a woman in the health field. Moreover, after I passed the medications, Emily checked the chart and, in an unnecessarily angry tone, told me I hadn’t marked the med charts correctly. I explained that she was looking at November's chart, but we were still on October 31st. She responded with an “Oh!” that felt like she was caught trying to find a mistake but ended up being wrong herself. When she checked the October med charts, I asked—perhaps with a slightly unfriendly tone—“Are the meds good?!” She said yes, and I replied, “Good,” assertively. As someone who is a "Chosen One", I often feel treated as if I’m incompetent, despite being one of the best workers around. It's frustrating to be seen as stupid when I know I have next-level intelligence. With all my experience, I still haven’t been promoted to supervisor, and I feel haunted by this dynamic. As a Chosen One, I've come to realize that if you lack worldly desires, your success may be denied. The Worldy people around you will block the recognition you deserve. Honestly, you’ll be lucky if you find someone of the opposite sex to change your virginity situation, which I fortunately to have. Being chosen by God and having an aura of someone who strives to do right has its advantages, but it also has its drawbacks, leading to a challenging life. My advice? Don’t drink, and don’t do drugs...if you are a Chosen one because at least you will look good and it will look like everybody is hounding a good looking person. It will make them look bad without you doing anything. Till next time… MAHALLO!

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!