My job is awesome
I am very happy. I am awesome. It is great. I do alot of paperwork and my brain is going all the time.

At first I thought I would hang with the Myspace worker, to learn something, but she had to check her email, then she had to see her horoscope, find a radio station on line, then her boyfriend called on her cell. She asked me to go get her an empanada downstairs. I refused
 
Can you believe that? While I am working I am to leave work, wander around the building, to get her an empanada? Like ok, duh..


I watched her eat a homeade Chicken Alfredo Lasagna and drink coke, while she is supposed to be doing VERY IMPORTANT things. She wore jeans and had such a fat ass. So finally we get to the important things, and she has NO clue what she was doing!! I watched her stare and then look up stuff for a good 15 minutes and not understand what she is looking up. She had me pull files to see how these papers were done.  I said, " Why don't we ask X, and she said, " No, we can't!!! it will look like I am stupid!" I left here there. Please keep her away from me. I mean, she is friendly to me, but I see so much BAD.


I asked for work from the lawyers themselves which is much more fun. I am a myrmidon kind of worker.

For lunch alot of girls went to Gordon Biersch. I stayed. Worked, with my stacks of papers and phone numbers.

It was casual friday, but I wore a suit, with skirt, a nice brown one. I like it. I can't wear jeans to work. The attorney's don't, they always look nice.



I also notice other secretaries, when the bosses went to lunch they were reading books and magazines, on the clock. I am not like that, I work really hard and my brain, my brain expands. I have to memorize so much stuff. I keep at it. Work is so interesting. I don't understand it. I would want to learn everything.

I had to call a bunch of lawyers, and everyone tries to trick me or confuse me, I just ask what I am told to. Get documents and then do a million things with that. Stamps, signatures, dates filled in, copies, hole punching, stapling, faxes, mailings, postage and mark to filing for each one. I had to see the daily schedules for lawyers and  pull those files since the file clerk wasn't there, .

Funny thing is, every lawyer told me I was going to make mistakes, part of starting out. I am not like other girls.
 " I am very thorough" and I have not made one. (That I didn't catch right away.) I want to keep it like that. It's all in the mind. Organization, memorization, note taking, patience and neatness. I like it like that. I like working. I am all alone too in a big room. I stare at the buildings around me, I am high up. I see the water too. The girl who I work with is gone until Monday. She has been there 14 years and is almost as smart as a lawyer. I like her. Everybody does.


I had tangerine juice and watermelon juice at work.

At work I had to hide I was my bday, because I didn't want any cake. I wound up getting a phyllo cinnamon cake with gooey sweet stuff. I chopped it up in myplate, with a fork I sucked on, so it looked like I ate it.

My dad called me to say Happy Birthday. I told him I was working, and he asked where, I told him Brickell Avenue, and he said is that by the - Hotel? and I said Yes, why my building is attached to it, I can see people swimming in the pool beneath my window. He then told me he lived there for years. How cool is that? I know now where he lived when he left my mom. It was a big mystery for a long time. Nice neighborhood.

My building is huge and you need two elevators. All the buildings are bank buildings and all the stores, eateries and shops inside the buildings, not on the streets.

After work I went down to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel


 across this bridge a few streets down.

That is me, lovely huh>?

I like the boat in the back in the water. You can see where I work, in the back.



I do not know how to use my camera at night so the pics are blurry.

We all had to take off our shoes.






Beds you can sit in but you have to order 300$ plus. These were all booked
up even though noone arrived yet. Looks like a bunk bed.



I didn't stay too long and I was there early. They had a 75 dollar set menu and it was alot of beef and alot of different meaty dishes.

I then went to a party in the streets of Coral Gables with music and all the shops were opened late and had gallery showings, all art, and there was food and music in the streets.



This park is by my place, there was a concert and tents with art showing all night .
See the hats these guys wearing?





I then went to an Indian Restaurant Place, by my post office,  where the waitresses sang Happy Birthday to me. I watched a fat bellydancer. I had a Jerusalem Salad. Tomatoes, Red Peppers and Cucumbers. The place was packed. We were on the second floor.



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I got many birthday presents, some I have not opened yet. I get weird on Birthdays. Is that weird, weird on gifts too, super shy about it.

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Guess what? A lawyer called me from Coral Gables, I had applied for a position with him a month before, I told him I got a job, and he then asked how much they are paying me, I told him,  and THEN, he offered me more money to quit and come work for him. Is that funny?



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I went out to eat at The Biltmore Hotel, 1200 Courtyard,
with a friend from Buffalo, Ny, my youth who flew down to South Florida, and drove 5 hours, to have lunch with me. I am very grateful. It was a nice event in my life. It was about an hour of conversation over a lovely fruit salad the chef prepared special for me.


I am very pleased. I am proud. I had fresh squeezed orange juice twice with the pulp.

I came to a conclusion. If I want to be a great writer, I can't spend any time on this blog anymore, this is a diet diary. A fruitarian one. I need to keep it that way. Simply what I eat everyday and how I feel physically. Not about gossip and things. I am a writer it just comes out. I live in words, well, no, I don't,  but I love ideas. Ideas ARE everything. I am an idea. You are an idea. What idea are you? I am overcoming obstacles ansd achieving true greatness, the idea of goodness and ability.

I also need to really protect ideas about myself. I can only have the right ideas out there. In reality I need only the best when it's about writings about me. Because my word, is me.

I work hard, I write alot. I love what I write. I need to put the energy I put here into my novel. I want to be important someday. I want to write about what I want more than anything, that is having power and integrity, commitment to the best one is, and doing what is right for me. I want to create something so original and that takes thought, energy, time and skill.


Nov 4

Today my girlfriend came over and woke me up. My mom slept over and was on the couch watching DAVINCI CODE crappy movie about stupid religious nonsense.

We had fun. We went to Whole Foods and did some shopping. Mostera fruit is in season, very sweet.



Yummy Longans



We went to an art show fair in South Miami. tried not to spend money on gifts.

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Really unhappy people food #1  

It's some animals intestine
that poop went through. They restuff it with its own guts. \\

Really unhealthy food #2
First of all potatoes are the worst vegetable ever to eat, too starchy. Are we 
in Ireland or something, no, think not. Onions, hmmI would not eat an onion as my
 first choice in vegetable.



Really nasty unhealthy food #3

This looks like some obscene thing stuck up some animals butt and the insides pulled out on sticks.
Do we look like hyaenas or vultures? Or ogres with no eyes?


Look what I ate today:

A real fruitarian, David Mason, and his mom came over to hang with me and my friend, at my mom's condo and we ate this: Jakfruit, Longans and persimmons:



The Jakfruit is from Fruit and Spice park

He brought me a GAQ fruit too. It was all spiky.


He left 1/2 hour after he came and me and L went later went to a pretty dull book reading, some woman vomited up some spiritual stuff that was really no good. Her ideas were horrendous. About following the heart and not the mind. What? I don't think so. The mind is everything that is great about people. The heart is just feelings that come and go.




Whole Foods frog waiting for you to come and give it a hug












Nov 5th

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TODAY

I got called in the office of my boss. I was a little nervous. He shut the door sat at his desk, and looked at me with his hands folded. He asked me to tell him about myself. He looked at me funny.

Now, during the interview when I got hired, I was grilled , so I did not understand this. I talked about how I really think a great work ethic is the key to true happiness. He listened to every word I said. I told him I love writing, and that is why I love law because of the thought involved. He wants me to bring in my writings so he can critique it. Like I need critiquing, but I will do it.

Anyways he got down to it. He said to me motioning with his hands towards my suit, that I am very well dressed, and very professional looking always. He mentioned the other girls dress like slobs. He told me I have a lot of opportunity with the company and I could go very far. I agree to all of this. I want to.

This is what he wants: He wants me to be a "people", and"' client" 
 person, INSTEAD of strictly working in the office. This means I get to leave work, drive around, and deal with lawyers, clients, judges, etc.

He said of course, not right away, because I need to know legal things, "to have credibility". He said, what if lawyers asked me if I have the Assignment of Benefits and I ask, " what is that? ", it would be a disaster.  He even said, most people would think I am a lawyer, the way I dress. Can you believe it, he wants me to impress his clients, representing his business!

 Now the girl who does all this, has been with him 14 years, and he would rather I do it! I must be making an excellent impression! Right?


Trouble is, I would need a car.  I lied and said I had a car, ( I was afraid I would not get hired, when I said I had one during first interview) My mom is leaving me her car Dec 13, and that means I need to learn to drive and get my license before then.

Are you kidding me, I would LOVE to drive around Miami, meeting other lawyers, clients, clerks all dressed up, talking about documents,  asking for things and and just BEING really professional and shaking hands etc.
I mean the other girls dress business casual, some are pretty, but they are not passionate about looking nice. And I always speak politely, am calming and give eye contact.
 


He then said, " I really would need to know a little more about you", Meaning I could be crazy or a killer, and he requested references. Business/ personal etc. He also wants me to bring in my stories to read. He wants to know how I am with other people to see if I make a good impression. He wants to know who I am and what I do, just to make sure I am ok for that kind of job.

I contacted a few ex managers, but I think I need better references.

So I am doing it this weekend, learning to drive with other cars!!! And tomorrow I am calling to make an appointment to pass my driving test. How hard can driving be?





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For work I played with a calculator, writing demand letters. I have to add the bills and then take out the deductible and then times 80% and fill in all the lines, and write in all the info so a letter can be printed out. It has to be perfect. Some letters are more complicated, and I have to go to websites and get addresses / phone numbers.

I was in the other lawyers office, he had me call and find out who an adjuster was, I found out and came to him. Anyways, his partner started yelling at him over speaker phone, and the two of them started fighting over a third lawyer who was on hold, on the phone  threatening, he refused to talk to him and the other lawyer told him he ' had to' and it went back and forth. " I am not talking to him! " , "Yes you are you have to, he has a depo tomorrow, he is not cancelling it! " " I am busy" " You can't ignore him this time!" " Tell him to talk to —-(secretary)" " You have to talk to him!", " " I can't work like this!" " Just talk to him!" , " I am training!", " Pick up the phone!" " NO! Tell him I don't wan to work for him, I am not on his payrol!!" , " You can't do this!", " I am not talking to him!"

Sometimes when I walk past offices I hear yelling over phones. Lawyers are like animals sometimes with each other. I read angry accusing letters in our mail, saying " This is the worst explanation of.." or " You have got to be kidding me, .."


I love my job though. It is fun. Today was a different energy though. To tell you the truth, I was a little disappointed. This girl finally showed up, after being on vaca, to train me. She acted too busy.

When girls act overwhelmed by their work, its usually a bad sign that they are not working at all. I think they are one and the same.

I mean, this girl complained about having to train me, " that she has no time" etc.. (time for what? I wanted to see for what)

 yet when I actually watched what she was doing, she pretty much did nothing but eat a nice Chicken burrito for an hour or two by herself, in front of a computer, ( probably on the clock). She left early  like at 2pm. All she did all day was tell and show the filing clerk how to file properly. Either that or cleaning up her office. Not too pressing of work overload, was it? Maybe pile up some stuff for me to do.

So she sat me down and sighing alot, told me how to do something really complex, filing complaints and the like. If I asked questions she would say, "No,  I TOLD YOU to do ..." Like I am her daughter.
It doesn't bother me, I am here to work and learn, for me. But I am comparing myself to her. I would never treat an employee like that, that I had to train,  I would never act like I am overloaded with work, when I have none to show for it.

I like work, the more I have, the more relaxed I am. I love being focused for hours. I am riant and kind.

It's almost like I am in on some secret. Some people dont really like work. I can get really far here. I like work.




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Everyday I weigh myself I am 110, but last night I was 115. I drank a lot of juices. This morning my urine ph (and it is every day0 is 7.5

THREE CHEERS FOR AYN RAND

Tue Nov 6, 6:51 PM ET

"Atlas Shrugged," Ayn Rand's monumental 1,000-plus-page valentine to the
 America of her dreams, turns 50 this year.

Fifty years after it was published, "Atlas Shrugged" lives on like no other book outside of,
well, the Bible. Eight percent of Americans have read it, according to a 2007 Zogby poll.
Yet a 1991
 Library of Congress and Book of the Month Club poll found that, next to the Bible, it
 is the book that had most frequently "made a difference" in people's lives. I just checked on Amazon.com: "Atlas Shrugged" was the No. 1-selling book in the category of "literature
and fiction-classics" and No. 310 on the overall Amazon list.

Most novelists would kill for an audience this big on the day they appear on the "Today"
show, much less more than 25 years after they're dead. Among reading Americans, no
 other novel has ever generated any response remotely like this.

And "Atlas Shrugged" became a genuine American classic without ever making it
 into the official "canon" of great, near-great or even so-so novels — all of which
guarantees a certain number of mandatory sales and reads among bored high
school students and eager undergraduates.

Why? Teachout concludes that Rand writes a pretty good potboiler, a plot
complete with sex scenes and a shoot-'em-up finale. No wonder that it has
sold like soap for half a century."

Really? Let's consider sales among three popular authors with whom
Teachout compares Rand: John Grisham's "The Firm" is No. 71,739,
 Stephen King's "Pet Sematary" is currently No. 148,043 and Zane Grey's
"Ranger of the Lone Star" is No. 28,965 on the Amazon list.

Novels, even page-turning potboilers with lots of sex and gunplay,
 do not typically sell like soap, year-in and year-out, for half a century.

The key to Ayn Rand is that she pictured America largely from
 early films from Hollywood. As a young girl growing up in the grim
world of communist Russia, she saw America as we dreamed ourselves
to be, and she longed her whole life with a child's intensity to make this
vision real, to live in it. We respond to her novels because they offer
us one deep strand of American self-identity — as individualists, yes,
but individualists who together dream big dreams, conquer wild frontiers,
 invent the future, remake our very selves.

She understood, the way so many pampered Hollywood artists
 don't, that much of the romance of America is in business —
in our dreams of making it, by making big new things, things
no man has ever made before. Rand is virtually alone in seeing
 businessmen as fellow artists: makers, creators, inventors. In
her novels, the greatness of the artist was matched by the greatness
of the architect, the scientist, the entrepreneur and the railroad
executive. The Homer of our era, she sang the song by which
 so many Americans live our lives.

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Look what I found online 
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No Right to "Free" Health Care
By Onkar Ghate (Businessweek.com, June 11, 2007)

The cause of the U.S. health-care mess is governmental interference. The solution, therefore, is not more governmental control, whether via nationalized medical insurance or a government takeover of medicine.

Health insurance costs so much today because the government, on the premise that there exists a "right" to health care at someone else's expense, has promised Americans a free lunch. When a person can consume medical services without needing to consider how to pay for them—Medicare, Medicaid, or the individual's employer will foot the bill—demand skyrockets. The $2,000 elective liver test he or she would have forgone in favor of a better place to live suddenly becomes a necessity when its cost seems to add up to $0.

As the expense of providing "free" health care erupts accordingly, the government tries to control costs by clamping down on the providers of health care. A massive net of regulations descends on doctors, nurses, insurers, and drug companies. As more of their endeavors are rendered unprofitable, drug companies produce fewer drugs, and insurers limit their policies or exit the industry.

Doctors and nurses, now buried in paperwork and faced with the endless, unjust task of appeasing government regulators, find their love for their work dissipating. They cut their hours or leave the profession. Many young people decide never to enter those fields in the first place.

What happens when demand skyrockets and supply is restricted? The price of medicine explodes. What was once to serve as a free lunch for everyone becomes lunch for no one.

The solution? Remove all controls. Recognize each citizen's right and responsibility to pay for his or her own health care, and return to insurers the entrepreneurial freedom to come up with innovative products.

True freedom would bring health care into the reach of the average U.S. citizen again—just as it has done for other goods and services, such as computers, cell phones, and food.