So, it's a new month. August is always strange, a time of change and shift into Fall. I'm glad I can grab colorful notebooks and get my tutoring and proofreading up and running again. Traditional employment is just out for me. Con Edison just killed 200 of us, no baby boomers or shifts into other places. The EEOC contacted me, but I'm not going to make a stink of it. I fought hard, and I lost. What else is new? I'm done. I think I was meant, somehow PLEASE GOD, to work for myself. Let's see how I do. Funny how I always end up shoved in a corner then I have to fight my way back out into the middle of a room.
That's just how it is. Plenty of hot, stormy, humid rain. Global warming and climate change a hoax? I don't think so, kiddies. I want to sit in an ice machine daily.
CCPs have died down. Yes, the fat, ruthless beeyatch who is so hypersensitive to criticism has been put on notice. Stupid little girl she is, she tried to attack me on twitter without realizing how many friends in anonymous and other computer hacktivist factions. They jumped on her, and maybe on the fact that she posted her actual cell phone number. I already know who I can reach out to if the topic of Doxing comes up. If you don't know what doxing is? Look it up. It's a digital life-wrecking technique. They came to my aid, and I am grateful. Hit her fat ass with the truth, and she shut up real quick! Oh, that truth thing again. I just love it. Can't ever avoid it, dunno if I want to anymore.
So, I'm going to try and write as much as I can, kinda like I used to. This is a new link, a new domain, hopefully one she can't find. I don't take kindly to those that stalk me in any form. Went thru that with the crazy boyfriend from 1990, he's kinda the one that put me off on dating and wrecked my trust. No one, and I mean no one, will have a say in how I live or what I do unless they are giving me some damn good money in the form of services, a paycheck, gifts or bartering. If we now live in a "shared" society? Well, you bettah learn the word RECIPROCATE.
Oh, and Kashi is now 13. Shame she isn't Jewish or I'd have had a Meow Mitzvah for her.
