D Talks #1

So the other day I went to an office which handles advances because I should be advancing rank soon, or already. The woman who helped me looked like this girl named Celeste Guap. I’ve never met Celeste Guap, but I’m familiar with who she is because she made news sometime ago. She ended up suing a couple of local police departments for a lot of money. I’m not entirely sure if she helped me intentionally to remind me of Celeste Guap, but I asked if I was on the list to be advanced and she told me that I wasn’t and that I wasn’t “gained” or “gamed” into the system, which sounds strange, I’m not familiar with those terms, but I’m sure that she was twisting the words to try to tell me I have no game.

Anyway, so besides that interaction, I should be already advanced and ranked up by now. Why am I not? Uh, because of child abuse, duh. But really though. Before I left my last activity, I was to get a couple of signatures and submit some paperwork. I needed one more signature, so I went to the office I needed to go to, but the door was locked. I asked the neighboring office about the availability of the personnel in that office and I was told they should be there, but they weren’t. So I returned after an hour or two later, and then I see that there’s a note written on a small whiteboard saying that the office will be open on Thursday, but I needed that signature the next day, Wednesday. Was this intentional? Of course it was, but I didn’t want to stress about it, I figured it’d be just one more thing to write to my blog to demonstrate child abuse. So I go back to that office on Thursday, a day after I needed the signature, and the door is unlocked, and the person is there, and he asks me for the document, so I hand him the document to sign, and I reorganize my documents, and before I raise my head, the document is signed and stamped, and so I reopen my folder to place the document back. Then I go to the office responsible for advancements and they tell me that I’m a day late and they cannot accept the document. Why of all days would the office that is responsible for signing this document be closed on the day and the day before this document is due. Even though you believe me, here are a couple of photos, and as soon as I took these photos, I kind of sense an “aww shh… he took pictures.”

Anyway, so the office responsible for advancement told me I’d have to wait until I get to my next activity to get my advancement. So after quarantine, I go to the office supposedly responsible for advancements, and they tell me the whole process is automatic, that I don’t have to get any signatures or anything, but just to check to see if I’m on the list for an advancement. How accurate this is, I’m not sure, but it definitely seems inconsistent, and according to my contract, I should already have an advancement, and here I am a month later with no advancement. Yeah, and people tend to try to rub it in that I still haven’t been advanced, but it doesn’t really bother me because all I see is bad character… but where’s the comedy… ok, it doesn’t bother me because after I sue Apple, I’ll be a multimillionaire. Anyway, I’ll have to continue to press the issue on why I’m not on the list to advance for this month, but even my instructor said that the advancements usually don’t take place until December, which seems random, and kind of sounds like he wants to just bother me, but whatever, it doesn’t bother me because I’ll just write about it to my blog. Also, people tend to suggest that it’s ok that I haven’t been advanced because I should be an officer, or will be an officer, but… umm, that not the point, I don’t see how that excuses the fact that my opportunity to advance was sabotaged and intentionally delayed; what’s more, who are they to make these empty promises; that’s abuse. Anyway, I’ll write more on this advancement issue as thing progress.

Also, the other day my instructor had me read aloud but called on me in a way to try to mess me up. So he had one person read one paragraph, then had someone else read the next paragraph, then had me read the last paragraph. It was a long paragraph, so I was kind of winded, but I can read so it wasn’t an issue. So, I had trouble reading aloud when I was in high school, mostly because I had no flow because I didn’t really understand syllables, like how to break up words. Like I would call Nutella, “Nu-tella,” “Nut-tella,” adding an extra “t” without even realizing, but once I understood syllables, it was a huge break through; it improved my reading and spelling. So my instructor probably heard about this issue that I had either from people back home or something and tried to leverage it to… I don’t know, I don’t know what his true intentions are yet, he could be playing, he seems like a nice guy so far; I thought it was funny. Also, he intentionally struggled to say “169” when referring to a page number, which I also thought was funny.

Then today I had a phone meeting the the DFEH, Department of Fair Employment and Housing, which I’ll write about more tomorrow. Also, today, I’m very certain my roommate put urine in my body wash, which I’ll write about more tomorrow. Also, today, my instructor said, jokingly, if we go to jail over the weekend to make sure to establish dominance and find the biggest guy and beat him up. And I thought, boy do people really have a false sense of dominance, probably one too many movies, or not enough experience around people who have actually been to jail and prison. People around me tend to want to “dominate” me for whatever reason, and I’m just like man, I just wanna be fwends.