chakraheathen

My first impressions with the new position in my company is a positive one; I feel like I'm using my observation skills more and being less of a trained monkey who opened boxes for a living.

As I promised, the bipolar prophetic coworker from the last entry has returned with more of her vast Biblical bullshit. So I'm taking my 2:45 break and sitting pretty in the break room with my Special K granola bar when she sits at my table. Fine. We engage in what seems to be a pleasing banter about art when Mr. Gullible (also from last entry.) sits down as well. He opens the triad by grabbing his head and trembling, looking really, really, irate. I fear either a panic attack or a few loose teeth. But he just blurts out the line,"They're in my fuckin' head, man! Theyre in my fuckin' HEAD! Make them stop!"

She instantly switches faces and looks at him, assuring that he'll survive the coming apocalypse, once again under the guidance of her and her seraph friends (Along with a couple of spirit wolves.) And turns to me, repeating her stories about the dreams she has of giving birth to the new Jesus. I reply that dreams are almost never logical, and in a subtle gesture, inquire on proof of this. Her basis of her argument involves...seeing the movie Legion. What the crap?

For weeks she's been ranting and raving about how she'll "know the answers to my destiny," and,"God will finally give me my purpose in the end days," by watching this movie that her parents wont let her see. I state that Legion is a Hollywood movie that was not written by God as a sign of some prominent miracle that will signify the End Days, and told her to get over it and enjoy the movie rather than worship it as truth, which was what it was actually made for. She gives me a blank stare, and changes the subject to her supposed death at 33 by the hands of the Antichrist, and that the Grim Reaper visits her in her dreams.

Red flags go up. Mr. Gullible trembles neurotically, head in hands. I promptly leave the table, pondering the theory that people really do get hung up on the End Times. Are we really that self destructive? Maybe if we spent less time crying about the end of the world and more time trying to enjoy the time we have on Earth and using our experiences to make the world a better place for oursevles and others, we'd be a lot less fucked up.

So, at my job in the Walgreens Distribution Center, they occasionally offer internal job postings to allow you to switch departments, which an employee can do once a year, but they must work more than 40-something days. My current job is Detrash, which is opening boxes and emptying product into internal transportation tubs to be sent to Shipping. I applied for a department known as Mission Control, which monitors the conveyors and the rest of the building, and they circumnavigate the facility to keep the other departments informed of things. It seemed up my alley, so I signed up.

The process involves a four-part computer test; Microsoft Word, Excel, Internet Explorer and a typing test. Excel killed me on the last try, and I had to wait a year to try again. On my second try, I came back swinging and passed with flying colors. I hope it turns out well, but a new department...yippy skippy! Let's see what its like when the next week shows up.

About the Apocalypse; I have a female bipolar coworker (and uber-Twilight fangirl.) that really likes me, but she has....issues. She is artistic like I am, but accuses her parents of over-medicating her, which I understood at first. However, she has severe delusions of grandeur. She claims that she is an 'indigo child.' has psychic super powers, and takes walks in pyramids via past lives. With a STRAIGHT face, too. She often bugs me, other coworkers, and even security and higher-ups about her supposed abilities, and I sort of nod and say okay, since I don't have the gall to call her out on any of it; I'm a live and let be kind of guy. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fantasy graphic novelist in the making, and I eat this stuff up like candy for storytelling purposes, but I know my limits!

Anyways, during my break, she is indoctrinating a fellow coworker about this outrageous prophecy that is a hodgepodge of 2012 metaphysical crap and the book of Revelations from the Bible. She states that she knows a friend who is a seraph that can undo the Seals, and that she herself is the mother of the child, whom will grow to be the second coming of Jesus. She claims that my friend's funk over not making his daily rate pertains to a lack of expression of his psychic powers. He looks at her confusedly, but he BUYS IT. (Keep in mind, my coworkers are NOT the sharpest tools in the shed.) He's begging her to show him the way to avoid destruction by the super evil Antichrist, and here she is, warning of him not to listen to people who sound like saviors, YET FUCKING CONTRADICTS HER STATEMENT BY ORDERING HIM TO FOLLOW HER AND HER FRIEND WITHOUT QUESTION. She then turns to me and makes a statement about my psychic powers, and asks if I would allow her to train me at her house on how to use them for good. And then she ends it by stating that a coworker she is dating will die trying to save her from being gunned down by the Antichrist's forces...and then says that she will die when she turns 33. Lovely. I decline politely without throwing up in my mouth. She then makes a promise to tell more people about the coming apocalypse and enlighten them to the truth, whether they want to hear it or not. And I wonder why her parents medicated her to begin with!

I know MOST of the book of Revelation by heart, and I can definitely tell that well...she is definitely not the woman fleeing from the dragon. She pulls these stunts off with people all the time! I find that she is very lonely, and I speculate that she is sadly resorting to going as far as shaping herself into a science fiction heroine just to attract a social circle. Which I find to be, unfortunately, pathetic.

These incidents happen so frequently, that I will try to post more journals on her antics. They're just too good, I cant make this shit up!

Well, It's been awhile since I actually posted something....but yeah. I turn 23 today, which I suppose is something spectacular. Me and my wife went to go see District 9 on Saturday, which was actually a very clever take on the alien movie genre; it is sort of like the Office in the beginning, with security camera and documentary footage, but then it dumps hardcore pureed action right on your movie-going face. Watching those thugs in the NMU go 'pop' was damn good fun, since I despise weapons contractors as people. (Cough-cough-Blackwater-cough.) Ah well...It was fun times. Finished it with some well-timed Mexican Food at my favorite joint.

I've finally gotten the chance to play the fabled Final Fantasy 7; the reference book of almost all anime fans, the supposed must-play for all video gamers, the cream of the RPG crop...It's quite fun, although I have other RPG's I perfer over it, namely Grandia 2, Lost Odyssey the classic Phantasy Star series. But its a refreshing experience since I have been deprived of video games for awhile, thanks to my Wii getting owned by a power surge about a month and a half ago.

Another thing I want to mention is that I have found a potential use for my LiveJournal; I may use it as a sort of sketchpad for ideas I am throwing around for a graphic novel series I plan to write. More updates on this in the future!

And now, to actually get to my real job. >.>

I was disgusted by an article I had read this morning regarding the American Center for Law and Justice and the Connecticut Family Center in a decision to remove the links from the DCF website for GLBT-friendly churches, cutting off support for children who have been abused by their parents for admitting or hinting at their sexual orientation. Having gone through this to a degree myself in my upbringing, I was obligated to write an editorial for my local newspaper, The Hartford Courant. I haven't ever written to a local newspaper before, so I suppose I am somewhat proud of having worked that First Amendment muscle!

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The ACLJ is at it again! How typical of them to target DCF in their latest campaign of homophobia and intimidation [ Page 3, July 16, "DCF Takes Gay-Friendly Links off it's Website" ] alongside their stalwart allies, the Connecticut Family Institution. I have read the testimonies of children and personally known people who have clashed with their parents over their homosexuality, and the amount of fear they experience in these decisions. On top of that, the vicegrip that these well-oiled machines who call themselves law firms put on them. Even for those not entirely interested in the laws themselves, the premise behind this action is simple; strike fear into closeted children and teens and convince them that they are unwelcome in society. People who try to offer these children sanctuary and acceptance are demonized by the right for "re-educating" and "indoctrinating" them against their parents. The problem is, what if their parents are the source of the problems themselves? Who do these victims go to now that their parents are off limits to discuss these issues with? The links to these websites for the GLBT-friendly churches were removed for legal purposes, but it doesnt seem to accomplish anything for the victims, rather than burn yet another valuable bridge for them.

Shame on Jay Sekulow and his toadies running the ACLJ, for harming these people in more ways than one.

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Not a bad argument, right? I'll try posting more from now on.

Well, how do I kick this all off? Start with the story of my life or something? Well...I'll roll with it. I'm going to be artistically stark and brusque.

My name is Caleb, and I am a 22 year old from West Hartford, CT. I also have Asperger's Syndrome, in which I was diagnosed back about two years ago. What that means is that I am hypersensitive to background noises, yet my hearing in conversations and vocal directions sucks. It's weird. I am also very quiet, unless you engage me...then I can talk and talk some more until you don't want me to talk no more. Good luck with that.

I recently got married to a girl named Natalie from Georgia, a.k.a LiveJournal user 'Phoenix_Flame05'. We got married on March 18th, 2009, and took a drive from Georgia to Connecticut, where we live currently. We own a gerbil, two parakeets, and four hermit crabs. CRABBIES ARE CUTE. I HAVE CRABS.

I work at the recently-opened Walgreens Distribution Center in Windsor, CT. It's very high-tech, therefore, an ADHD magnet. It's full time, damn good money and has benefits. People complain too much about the job, but in this economy, I'll fucking take it. Oh please. Letter to some of those cranky coworkers; STOP BITCHING.

Religiously, I have pagan leanings, but by my will overall I am unaffiliated. Religion scares the bejeezus out of me.

I am artistically bisexual. ( I like to draw.) I went to the Art Institute of Boston right after graduating from high school in 2005; it was fun, but I felt like I wasnt being prepared for the real world, with jobs going as they are. So I put it on a shelf and attended Connecticut Center for Massage Therapy, in which I graduated from in December 12th, 2008. I am currently still studying for the Licensure exam, which will be May 11th, 2009. I have not and will never give up on art. I am developing an idea for a graphic novel series; it was to be called "Gomorrah," but a movie that came out recently took that name. It is relevant to what the subject matter involves, but I'll elaborate more in a future entry; I can go off on serious rants about it if I'm not careful.

In terms of politics, something I am really getting into, I have heavily liberal leanings; I loathe the religious right in all ways thanks to my support for same sex marriage and abortion rights. I dont really like people that are against those, but I am very open minded and have the gift of listening to points of view from the opposite side frequently. (This ties into my graphic novel.) Otherwise, I am very skeptical about the three Abrahamic religions (Christianity, Judaism, and Islam.) I may have ambiguously conservative leaning when it comes to the economy and finances, but I am indifferent to that field. I have not made a decision yet on my position on illegal immigration, but I've had to stand up to racist nationalists before, knowing immigrants in my upbringing. People have told me I am a latte-sipping, self-righteous liberal, and tell me I have yet to live in a border state, and then I would change my mind. I doubt it. My mother works in the inner city, and I would go to school with her when I was young, so I have had my fair share of experiences and opinions. I think they are well-backed.

Let's be less 'stark' and 'brusque' for a second here; I fucking hate Ann Coulter. "We need less liberals in this country?" Bullshit, Miss Coultergeist, I am not going anywhere. Lock yourself up in your basement and starve if you don't like moderate liberals like me, or us in general. You can eat your books and shit paste for all I care.

I called the ACLJ (Americans for Civil Liberties and Justice.) on the radio one day because their declaration of pro-choice people as brainwashed and evil was pissing me off. They didnt air me. Oh well. Since I called them, they haven't stopped sending me mail with little babies, evil looking pictures of Obama, and requests for my money. I collect propaganda mail as a strange hobby.

My hobbies include video games (Wow. Original.) drawing, animals, anatomy / physiology, energy theory, and martial arts. (I like Tae Kwon Do and various Chinese Kempo styles; I am good with my legs, but dear god, keep me from grappling styles like Jujutsu!) I dislike 'corporate' sports, thanks to the unnecessary conflicts they cause, and that the athletes make WAY too much money, while the rest of us work our asses off and have, you know, REAL jobs. Who the fuck do they think they are, bitching about their contracts not being 'high' enough? Where is MY 'contract', or my neighbor's 'contract'? 200 million dollars is a lot of fucking money for playing with balls. Complete bullshit. If you were wondering, yes, I've had awful and traumatizing experiences in school and summer sports. My rant is well justified.

That is the end of that. I did deviate from the 'stark' and 'brusque', but aside from that, isn't it a good way to kick things off, don't you think?

I'm in ur LJ, makin' ur first post lolololol.

*/ninja*