The Blog In Yellow

Several things happened yesterday. I got to meet another James who seems like a nice guy. He's the second James at the place that I work at. During my break on the bench outside we talked for a while about hopes and dreams and stuff like that. He want's to go back to school and earn more money as a sports massuse. We talked about other things like video games and how he's waiting for the next move from God. I'm waiting for the same thing. Now that I have disability I wonder what's next for me. After that, I announced to the nurses and aids that it was time for dinner. They all celebrated at my arrival which is a sign of a bad day. If I'm the "first good news" they hear then it must have been a tough time for them. Last night I dreamed I was at a huge school with three floors. I drove over there to visit a local school just for the heck of it and because I had an urge to visit a school. I knew that it could be illegal to walk into any school but I thoug...

Today is a bit different, I'm staying home to avoid the snow. Yesterday, I fishtailed my way home at night with a bunch of idiots who thought they could drive better than me. And faster than me. I''ve now got three days off which is bad because I need more work and I just don't like it when I'm by myself that long. I need company.  I finished another game on my list, Promise Mascot Agency. It's a silly game made by Brits about a Japanese yakuza who has to manage a mascot agency to raise money for his boss. After transporting a large amount of money goes poorly, the protagonist Michi is forced to move to an island where a curse resides that kills any gang member that sets foot on the island. There you meet Pinky, a mascot in the shape of a severed finger. Ironic since you severed your pinky finger as a symbol of recompense. Thus begins a long, twenty plus hours game where you drive around getting new jobs and helping the residents with their various tasks. But th...

A lot of good happened yesterday. At work I saw that the schedule had changes which caused me some concern. I sent the updated dates to my folks who were as concerned as I was. There was clearly a communication error when I was working more than two days in a row. I get stressed if I work more than two days in a row. It's due to my medicine. I've been adjusting to the new dose which is keeping me sane but interrupting my sleep. But the issue isn't my sleep but how much work I can handle at a time. Two days on, one day off was our agreement but yesterday the schedule had me working on a day when I was getting a tooth implant.Technically I could come in that day with a busted mouth but I thought it would be better if I let myself heal for a day. I told my boss this and she agreed but seemed to be a little upset. I hate it when she's upset, it makes it hard to talk to her. I'm in mortal fear of upsetting people or letting them down. I went back to my job having the too...

Several tragedies hit me today and yesterday. Let's start with the real personal ones rather than the mundane ones. One of my coworker's niece was shot dead yesterday in a road rage incident. Her passenger was injured after the niece crashed after she was shot. The police haven't given too many details but it seems that she might have tried to drive the guy off the road which led to the shooting. What a travisty. Who gets out of their car and shoots another person over something like that? My coworker was devistated. I offered to pray with her but she said that she had already spoken to the local pastor. She told him she was mad at God. I told her I understood that anger. There's a demand for justice in this world and it goes beyond an eye for an eye. It demands that the perpetrator be desecrated, lynched, violated, tarnished, debased, trashed, and every other word in the dictionary until victims are satisfied. Isaiah 30 says something about God being a god of justice. ...

Today is another relaxing day. For once I don't feel like crap. Must be my medicine. I'll try to write today. Yesterday, I found something interesting at work. There's a long hallway that leads to my work station. Local artists post on the walls and sell their works. This month's artist made quilts that I thought were pretty lame. They looked like a kid's drawing because they were based off of one. Next to each quilt was a copy of the original picture. I thought it was the artist's grandkids or something like that. After reading the pamphlet, I learned that the quilts were the based off of art made by kids who terminally ill. That made me feel bad, but I laughed it off. I'm always so quick to judge art that I don't stop and think about the work that went into it. I guess I'm a harsh critic.  There's a lot of self stuff I want to get through today. My food stamps are due in two days but might be on hold until the government shutdown ends. I don...