Today I am thankful for tools.
I am trying very hard to get my life back.
I do find myself freaking out about my inability to work.
I own a house now.
I have a mortgage.
I need a decent car.
I have a student loan.
I cannot afford this stalking sh!t.
It makes working incredibly hard.
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I love working!
I love working with people.
I love being in the public eye.
When I can't work, I get depressed.
When I am depressed, I eat.
When I am chunky, my knees hurt and I get whiny.
I am whiny.
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Now that my job is over, I can tell people what I was doing.
I spent the past three weeks working for the county as an official in their elections department. I was a ballot judge. I got to learn how the system worked, how it checked and invalidated duplicate ballots, how every ballot and machine vote is tabulated and tracked. I learned that it is a huge myth that election officials do not require a picture ID. They do....at least in my county.
I spent the bulk of my downtime teaching other judges how to hypnotize voters into coming directly to their stations so they didn't wander around the center lost and confused. All they had to do is give each voter eye contact the moment they came through the door while covertly mimicking one of that person's body movements.
It worked....when they did that. One of the guys was a natural hypnotist. He was a gay man, all for liberty, who belted out rap songs in a manner that reminded me of Barry White. I like him. He aspires to run for office. I told him that I'd introduce him to the Democrats I know after the election.
Next time, I'll try to get a job in the warehouse. I want to know how mail-in ballots are validated. I have some concerns about that.
That way, when I volunteer to be a poll watcher, I'll know what to look for.
This was the perfect job for me. I was surrounded by heavy security and no one knew my location because it varied on a daily basis.
That was a lucky temporary job.
I hope something similar falls in my lap soon.
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I had the realization that my former in-laws are like a bad lunch. They keep coming back. They keep showing up. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
That made me laugh.
I want some antacid.
I'm researching ways to keep them away.
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I'm hoping to intercept the bug sweeper before my ex gets home.
I want to know how Shannon knows where I am.
I want to make sure it works.
If I can figure this out....I think it will go along way to helping me get a safety plan.
If I knew who was behind it.....if I knew what they wanted....I would know how to proceed.
If I can't find a bug, I'm back at square one. I am going to believe that Michael is behind it.
Let's wait and see what happens.
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Today I am sick. I have a fever. I cannot breathe. I am trying to find my inhaler. It's several years old.
I think I need it.
I guess that is what happens when you spend three weeks working in crowded public polling places.
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Today is Scorpio appreciation day. Seven of my friends were born on this day.
Only one of them proposed to me.
I don't know why.
He's never seen or felt me skyclad.
That's taking a huge risk right there.
For all he knows, my boobs hit my knees when I walk. How does he know that I don't duct tape them before going out in public to keep them in my shirt?
I only buy gummy bear duct tape.
That would be a sight to see, wouldn't it?
Do you want to know something funny?
My ex has the name of a former San Francisco 49rs quarterback.
This guy has the name of one of their linebackers.
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I missed Sampson's birthday. I forgot to send the card. It was three days ago. I don't think he was the guy who send the stupid app invitation to me. I'm pretty sure that was Steve.
Sampson's birth name was Anton (after the Satanist guy). He changed it when he found Christianity. He knows how to spell my name. The people closest to me spell it the way my mother spelled it. Steve is the only guy who doesn't. He's the only guy I dated after I changed my name in 1992!
Sampson lives by me now. I see him every once in a while at the local Target store.
He stares and smiles.
I look at the floor.
We never speak.
I hope his wildest wish comes true. I hope she's hotter than I. I hope he married her!
I never see him with a woman. That's kind of sad. Everyone deserves companionship.
I'm off to nurse my cold and will catch up with you soon.
Love ya lots,
S.
Edit January 5, 2015 - I never got the bug sweeper/spyware detector. Michael admitted to giving his family information about me in phone calls to various relatives. It would seem that the mystery is solved.
Sigh.....
I sure feel gullible.
I really do.