Blow jobs, beware. There is a very serious problem within. I am constantly reminding, standing my ground for the fact that it is blow jobs and not her company. It is either even-flow child and baby carriers, or the work dries up, or the work stops being placed in front of me, or it is nothing but down-stacking because that takes so much more time to do causing the rate to play a role, or it is nothing but monstrously heavy items in the totes, or on and on. It is as though there is a coup trying to take over rather than simply working.
I go to work, no one there is interested in being inspired, or reading, or knowing the truth. What happens, what I see is nothing more than people trying to make and create enough problems, injuries, and pain to see who and what will make its way into Cherith’s writing. For instance, causing a problem on the line that I straightened out only to have my right pinky hit with the boxes causing a bruise and swelling. Just to see my reaction, just to see what I would do, just to see if I would step off the floor and get aid, and to create more purchase orders.
No one there is really interested in making anything worthwhile, safe, interesting, or truthful. What happens is nothing more than – there is a limit. The brain has a limit and capacity for pain before you pass out. I have reached my limit for endurance. Because I have no love in my life. My pets and animals are not enough to keep me alive. What is the point and purpose of this life if there is no love in it?
Tell me why did I have to scan my contract with Organizing for America to get paid so many months after the election was over? Was I not actually working for a legitimate organization?
No, I had to pass on coloring my hair because of the editing on the websites.
Who is going to be called in to check for the destruction of my personal property? Photographs within in my home are not replaceable. It is destruction of personal property.
I believe people are interested in knowing that David Wolfe, the David I know is not against my religious beliefs. He is interested in the normal, everyday folks rather than the Hollywood hype and status quo. I may not know his real name, but I believe that to be the truth.
The truth is more than one person knows my accounts of events are real and truthful because they have seen it in my head. Making believers out of them. I know so. Isn’t that more interesting than creating problems and barriers that require solutions and the glow I used to have to die?
In truth the exit is incorrect because it never has been 1, 2, or 3 and 4 is not valid either because they wanted me to get rid of Thursday. Keep Tuesday and get rid of Thursday. How could I do that?! Because it is an even number that is something that will never be truthful.
In truth, I believed I had simply been overwhelmed when I was eighteen years old and could no longer see a life in my future. However, this is not living. You will never know, no one will ever know how devastatingly painful, disappointing, and tragically sad it is, at having discovered that the truth about this place and my life is false and faked. Because it is not possible for me to have love in this way.
There is a limit, and then a shut-off happens. Being overwhelmed with work will do that. Shut off skills to retain brain function.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 