Who knew?
Happy Mother’s Day. It has been six years since the “Mother’s Day Experience.” My mother and I have not spoken since my father’s death three years ago. This time, a year ago, a consumer collections company sued me.
I wish I experienced the Aurora Borealis this weekend. Who knew a solar storm could be this cool? Tomorrow, I return to work and the things that await. Happy Sunday.
Made me smile.
I didn’t sleep well last night and have a busy day today.
A container ship triggered the collapse of the Francis Scott Key Bridge in Maryland. Maybe it was an accident, but I thought it was odd. Israel canceled a trip to Washington D.C. because of the US-backed UN cease-fire resolution in Gaza. Sean Diddy Combs’ homes were raided by federal agents. Trump’s social media company goes public today.
Yesterday was heavy due to the sad and tragic events associated with the date. I learned that a local egotistical coffee shop owner is getting sued by a powerful entertainment company for licensing infringement, and that made me smile.
Happy Tuesday.
Life and Death.
My wife learned about the deaths of a family member and a friend yesterday.
I struggled with sleeping all night due to weird dreams and thoughts about work. I updated my cover letter and applied for additional roles this morning.
Dealing with life and death remains a challenge.
Happy Monday
Wishing for retirement
Artificial Intelligence (AI).
The CEO of NVidia advises that people should stop learning how to write code due to the emergence of AI, which is a testament to the rapid decline of jobs in the Technology business sector. Meanwhile, somebody scammed a family for a Willy Wonka Experience because of AI.
My job continues having me learn to write code and automate Google Forms; they hired me as a project manager, yet I have been doing very little project management for the past eighteen months. I wish I could retire.
Virgil (Mike Jones) died at 61.
Richard Lewis died at 76.
I went to the CVS Pharmacy for sinus and cold medicine yesterday. I showed my ID to the woman behind the counter. She reviewed it for several seconds, and as she handed it back to me, she said, “Wow, you look better than my dad.” I wasn’t sure whether to appreciate the compliment or be sympathetic to her father.
Happy Thursday.
On auto-pilot.
I don’t remember much from this week. The company replaced the vending machines in the break area. No more M&Ms. No more Red Bull. I’m operating on auto-pilot today.
Happy Friday.
Lyrics to the song.
Some people will take advantage of you no matter what you say, no matter what you do. They respond with subtle hatred and deceptive reactions when called out for their actions. Whether I do right or wrong, the outcome is the same: repetitive lyrics to the song.
1.1.9
It’s been three years. The tragedy involved with my father’s death exposed so many people and so many things. My mother, oldest sister, and the twins were allegedly at the center. Those of us who cared about my father didn’t know he was terminally ill except those who were “allegedly” at the center.
He shouldn’t have died this way. I miss him.
1.1.9.
solemn and reflective
The vibe yesterday was solemn and reflective; maybe it’s that point at the end of the year when letting go of memories occur. We don’t forget; we move on to prevent being stuck in the past and missing out on what life has for us.
I watched episode six of “What If” season two. It was an excellent episode that introduced a new character in the Marvel Multiverse.
Working on my relationship.
Yesterday’s news was that Jonathan Majors was found guilty; he was released by Marvel Studios & Disney. His sentencing is set for February 6, 2024.
The memorial service for our close friend is tomorrow. I received more legal documents from one of my siblings about my father’s estate, which is nothing more than salt in the wound. I have some wicked relatives.
I’m working on my relationship with food while trying to rekindle my passion for fitness. I believe the solution is with my mentality.
Mercury in Retrograde.
Yesterday morning at work, my nose decided to bleed fifteen minutes before an upcoming meeting; it was embarrassing, but I don’t think anyone noticed. Later, senior leadership had us attend an “All-Hands” session, which was thirty minutes of a cybersecurity executive going through a slide presentation followed by thirty minutes of Q&A about the slide presentation. It was as informative as the 45-minute mandatory training we completed two months ago.
André Braugher (61) died Monday after a brief illness.
Mercury begins its retrograde today and continues for the next 20 days. Despite the impending chaos, this is supposed to be a period of reflection and evaluation where time and energy are placed.
Happy Hump Day.
In survival mode.
We made it to the end of a week of long days and short nights—an emotional time. Today‘s goal is to get through the day in survival mode. Happy Friday.
A dark start to the month.
Yesterday, there was an active shooter on the UNLV campus who killed three people. It’s been a dark start to the month of December. The pace is picking up more speed at work; I’ve been extending my hours to keep up. Two more episodes of “Bookie” released today; something to look forward to this evening.
More condolences.
My wife got the text that our friend died last night; my heart goes out to her husband and children.
A tough one.
It’s been a memorable week in the news: notable deaths, hostilities & war, more political upheaval, and an earthquake in the Philippines. A close friend of the family battling cancer has taken a turn for the worse. The decade continues to be a tough one.
It was a little scary.
Yesterday afternoon, I was walking back to the office using the crosswalk when a white car drove through their red light, nearly hitting me. A driver two lanes over from the incident said, “That was a crazy moment, and you were so calm.”
After thinking about that moment, it was a little scary.
I saw dead people.
Last night, I had two dreams. In the first dream, I walked with a group to some event. My father was with us, and I talked with him about sports. He and I sat down and eventually fell asleep watching a game on television. In the second dream, my dog Jaxx and I were at a snowy crash site where a woman cataloged the event and the wreckage. Jaxx ran out of sight and then ran back towards the woman, with blood in his fur, trying to get the woman’s attention. She picked him up, and a zombie man in a space suit climbed out from beneath the snow and wreckage. I grabbed a bag of rocks and hit the zombie in the head repeatedly. His space suit helmet broke, and I shoved something dangerous in his mouth to prevent him from biting anyone.
I have to conduct a process change walkthrough with over 40 people on a Zoom call today. Mostly, executives are on the call, which makes me nervous and anxious.
Happy Monday.
My first experience.
Sinéad O’Connor died.
I read an article that Comic-Con International is partnering with Royal Caribbean Cruiseline to have “Comic-Con the Cruise.” A similar event was done in 2017, the same year as my first experience at the convention in San Diego.
Today’s message:
Today, a great opportunity for self-improvement will present itself, possibly through learning a new skill or exploring a new hobby.
Horoscope July 27, 2023
Happy Thursday.
It was gruesome…
It’s hump day again.
Yesterday, a large black bird attacked a smaller bird at my front door and window. It was gruesome, and I wished I could have helped the small fowl.
Harry Belafonte died.
My travel arrangements were approved and booked. I’ll visit the corporate office for three days in a few weeks.
Tucker Carlson is no longer with Fox News, and Don Lemon is no longer with CNN.
Have a great day.
Plugged into a death trap.
Last night, I noticed that my extension cord cracked the base. This barely noticeable damage created a weird electrical odor. For weeks we had this smell that I attributed to heater dust. I did not realize I was plugging my phone into a death trap every night.
Live and learn. Happy Friday.
He deserved better.
It’s been two years since my father’s death.
The troubling events and circumstances leading up to his last breath continue haunting me.
He deserved better.
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