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ANOTHER ONE BITES THE EFG DUST

Doing what they do best: kill apps

Here’s yet another story of yet another application for someone who most likely was just a normal person who uploaded the wrong document and next thing we know, before giving that person a chance or asking a question, they killed the application.

Should yours truly waste his time after the monkeys at EFG have already killed the application without asking questions? No thanks, lessons have been learned and wasting time on a waste of time, it’s a double waste of time.

So let’s now waster time.

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I WAS NOT DEATH, I WAS NOT PARTYING

NOW BACK TO THE REGULAR NON-SENSE

The call center is restless, the supervisors clueless, the directors squeezing the hard earned bonus out of the poor employees --no pun intended, and the customers getting fucked up with 35.99% APR

A "Round Table" to hear what the stupid employees have to say was called, the top boss being in the office that week. Through the chat thoughts and opinions were asked to be shared. Not through the leadership of the supervisor but through an employee that was attending the round table that was to take place around a square table.

Per her recollection the meeting would be summarized as: a fucking waste of time.

The good for nothing director and the big boss, following on the example of that degenerate Condi Rice when appearing in front of congress, read and made some statements from memory. Some nonsense announcements with no relevance to the wellbeing of the masses.

Then after a soft ball couple of questions, time ran out because you have to go back to the phones to keep working and seriously, who gives a shit about what you have to say. Just do your stupid job, make the things we say are mistakes so they can keep a bonus to themselves, and see you in six months for the next 30 minutes of nonsense.

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THE GAME IS RIGGED, THE DICE COMPROMISED

AND EVEN THEN, YOURS TRULY CAME ON TOP MOFOs

I made an appointment with some germophobic who for sure has had every single poisonous shot there is in this world and then more, which even has a sign on his desk that he doesn’t shake hands because to prevent an illness and even provides all types of sanitizers. But hey, apparently he knows what he’s doing when it comes to taxes and shit and charges for it.

Following a couple of hours getting “vilified” —I mean, certified by the thieves at the IRS and getting the transcripts of all my employment for the last few years, I showed up at his office to face the music and clear up years of unpaid dues to the corrupt and unelected degenerates in DC. 

He asked some random questions about this and that, fishing for some nuggets that could save me money but without really saying it and ended up with a federal deficit and a state surplus above a thousand dollars. He himself charged a good $900 for a couple of hours work and I ended up positive for $173.

Yes my friends, $173 that is coming my way and not to the evil government’s pockets. And with that, I am 99% clear from the thieves at the IRS and the FedGov for now. And because NOTHING HERE IS TRUE, then it’s time to start charging cash ONLY and not contributing to the military-pharma-industrial-technological-evil-complex that has been enslaving and making people stupid since the clay of creation dried up enough for us to stand up on two legs and start killing each other.

But regardless, the gods have spoken and I am now clear to get started again!

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FOR EVER AND EVER UNTIL THE END OF TIME

HEADING BACK EAST HAS GOTTEN ME THINKING

The more I think about it, the more I am starting to realize that this is the opportunity of the decade. 

Ten years ago I was living down south and decided to start a decade to find myself, travel and try a whole bunch of new things with some rhyme and reason. And that was precisely what happened.

Now I am heading back to Southeastern United States to drink ice tea and sweat my ass off while putting into action everything that I have learned in the last ten years.

As the saying goes: “The dog knows that to eat, they have to go back home”. And going back home I am, the home that I am going to build for the remaining 30 years of my life or so because the reality is that time is running out and I already peaked and I am heading downhill from here.

The more that I see where I am today and where I want to be, the more I see that Denver was such a good time for learning and making it happen, and that it ran its course.

So I do not want to say it yet, but I am going to whisper it.

Thanks Denver, I am moving out and back to the East Coast.

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SOUTH CAROLINA BOUND, MY FRIENDS

AND THIS TIME, Mr. DIZ IS GOING FOR BROKE

Following a year of toilets, sinks, houses, apartments, buildings and all types of dirt, dust and dog shit, it’s time to take the shit show to the East Coast of the United States and see if yours truly has learned any lessons in life.

The option to go all in with the EmojiBoss and spend the next few years cleaning toilets, dealing with cleaning employees, and managing the EmojiBoss was put to the side and the greener pastures of South Carolina were chosen for this stage in life.

The more I looked at the cleaning company and the options ahead of me, the more I grew tired and dissatisfied with what was coming up ahead: It is been almost four weeks since I came back from Colombia and agreed to work in a managerial position with the EmojiBoss, yet it is not clear what this guy wants me to do, how to do it, and how much input am I giving for this stage.

The perception is that he runs the company and just needs someone to start doing stuff for him. More than a General Manager with the power to take decisions, it is a personal assistant for managerial and office tasks such as: make sure the cleaners know about their schedules, the owners of the houses know about the cleaners, and collect payments from the home owners once the job is completed.

Aside from that, doing sales for the brand new “app” the company has and the business model the EmojiBoss has in his mind. Quality control, visits, training and have a culture of a “company” as opposed to a business was not in the cards this time around. 

The more I kept seeing what was happening, receiving text messages at night, lack of organization on what to do and the timeline for said things, and the reality of having to be a cog in yet another small company with no promise of making a substantial amount of money the rest of the year --and if I was going to make any more at all as a 1099 contractor, sent me into the land of not wanting to do this shit again. 

And then, my good friend in South Carolina was fired and he’s going *all in* with his house improvement business. 

On top of that, the pollen is gone and I have a good NINE months to make it happen before having to bail out of the state for three months in order to survive.

So the date has roughly been set and it’s close to when I arrived in this city.

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DRUGS MOTHERFUCKER DRUGS!

THE DOCTOR LOOKS AS CRAZY AS ANY PATIENT AROUND

Way back in the light days of the past when the screens, tablets, phones and all type of electronic showing paraphernalia was not available to regular people, it was a time when time was everything and there was peace and love.

A time when the perversion of drugs for adults and kids was not as widespread as it is now at the time of the collapse of the sick society we are living in.

Regardless, the point here is that Mr. Diz was able to secure an appointment with one of those doctors that talk to crazy people all day and long story short, was able to secure his supply of drugs for the next couple of months.

Making this story a bit longer though... the doctor looks like she’s crazy herself. Hair all over the place, eyes looking in all directions. And just like the previous doctor, she looked at the computer screen more often than she looked at her patient (me).

And she was more than willing and even happy to give me drugs and even more drugs, no problem. When talking about my early childhood --which was an amazing time but I had to make a story of fucked up shit just so to have some background to my current problems, her conclusion is that I was normal but just needed drugs earlier in my life.

My personal and humble opinion, is that this doctor is on more drugs than all her patients combined and then more. But hey, that is what the system is all about: give them drugs and television, and they will never revolt and even agree to get injected with the depopulation juice.

Amen motherfuckers!

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IS EVERYTHING GOOD TO GO?

WAIT, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING?

It is Sunday night and I am receiving a text from the owner of the company saying if everything is good to go for next week. Wait, what? Sure, I am good to go.

No, he meant if I have reviewed all the bookings and made sure people knew how to get to their appointments and they had all the necessary information. And by the way, you have a new clean on Tuesday that is three hours long and you have to drive all the way to the other side of town to do it and it was booked just an hour ago.

This shit is not sounding right: This guys is making assumptions about what I am doing based on a passing conversation and I had no clue that I had to do that today (or yesterday?). Plus a booking out of the blue for a Tuesday?

I am starting to see that this guy is just dumping shit on me without really having things organized and that we are on the same page.

The red flags are starting to pop early in the week and shit is not feeling good. Sure he is all smiles and shit but this thing where I am supposed to do things that we talked but I had no idea I was already being held responsible for shit.

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LATE NIGHTS AT THE GYM

BECAUSE THAT IS THE CHERRY ON TOP OF THE DAY

Your truly is trying a new strategy: to go and hit the gym and give a show not at the usual 5p - 6p but later at night. Getting to the gym around 7:30p in order to gain an additional hour for doing stuff. 

By doing so, then just coming back home to eat some fruit, take a warm shower, and cross the fingers that neither HomeBoy nor GoogleBoy decide to be up and about during the night.

The first couple of days, I have been tired by the time I was going to the gym and with very little energy --motivation is never necessary to go to the gym.

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FIRST INSPECTION: A DISASTER FROM A TO Z

QUALITY CANNOT BE LEFT TO ITS OWN DEVICES

The new Monkey House business where yours truly is working at, is making me nervous. This will either be a fucking disaster that will sink me into poverty definitely or somehow will be able to turn shit ship and make a killing out of it.

Today was the first “Quality Control” visit and it was a disaster from start to finish. First off there was no plan and no idea what was going at the building because other than the person that we have assigned to work on it, no one else has set foot there to see what’s up.

And what’s up is that the guy is not doing his job. The building is fucking dirty and the guy is full of excuses and bullshit. Let’s just call a spade a spade. Even at the end of the meeting, the owner asked the manager for a qualification from A to F --just like in high school, and she gave the cleaning company a fucking C. In other words: get your shit together because you guys are not doing your job.

The next step is that yours truly will get access to the building and will go there after work to take some pictures, and the next day that is supposed to be clean, go back again in the afternoon and take more pictures. And compare the before and after to see what was done and what was not done.

Finally, the owner has no sense of quality control or to communicate with the managers about the work being done. His strategy is to kill people with kindness and emojis: close the deal, assign one cleaner, and he expects that people will do an outstanding job until the manager starts calling and saying that shit is not being cleaned and that no one is coming to check on the cleaner.

Finally: the cleaner had baggy jeans and a black hoodie with clorox stains all over. He looked like he was hired out of Craigslist and not from a “good” cleaning company.

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NOISE WEEKEND FROM HELL AND BACK

ROOMIES GOT TOGETHER TO MAKE NOISE-NOISE-NOISE

Upon returning home, the TV is still sitting on the living room and the HomeBoy of course is restless because he sits in front of that TV all day and night and now he doesn’t have it.

So he’s in his bedroom watchin the Tell-Lie-Vision with the door open. The blonde roomie is playing loud music from the kitchen and the HomeBoy is whistling to it, while Mr. Diz sits in the middle bitching and complaining about it.

GoogleBoy is nowhere to be seen, perhaps gone until tomorrow, and in a careless manner has left the TV sitting on the living room attendant. 

Prior to that there was the voice of the Devil itself pouring through the kitchen speakers: NPR and some bullshit as always.

Seriously: All Saturday playing video games and loud music, then most of Sunday playing more video games, and the HomeBoy obviously back to his old ways in his bedroom and on top of that, the blonde playing fucking NPR and now loud music from the kitchen.

Not to mention the house’s owner taking two days to clean the basement and playing music non-stop. 

Even though I left the house in several occasions to let these monkeys poison their minds, this shit is still going and it’s almost 7pm.

The dice was cast so long ago and it’s already showing the number: MOVE ON

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WE LOST GOOGLEBOY TO THE VIDEO GAME WORLD

NOW HE ADDED A NINTENDO Wii AND 10K GAMES

My friends, this descent into the hell of video games had been coming for the last few months and now it has hit the fan.

Our very own GoogleBoy have been playing “Age of Empires” for months now, day in and day out. Prior to that he has been living out of his bedroom and computer screen for the last two years, hardly ever leaving the house during the week for anything other than buying ramen noodles.

But now things were kicked on overdrive and this poor confused and injected guy, instead of being out and about meeting people and building something, has been taken over completely by the devil in the screen. 

Very proudly he share with me that bought a Nintendo Wii with 10k games on it, dating back from the 1970′s and up to the present time. Who the fuck wants to sit to play video games all day? much less the entire weekend?

Well, GoogleBoy has done it.

Nothing wrong with it but this piece of shit has moved the TV who was the main point in the life of the other HomeBoy to the living room and have sat camp there since Saturday morning until about 10pm. 

But because that was not enough, now that is Sunday and the day of the Lord, he’s now again in the living room, in front of the Devil screen, with his eyes glazed over the screen doing nothing but slashing monsters, driving go-carts, and who knows what else.

A person who once upon a time was doing more shit, now has been consumed by the Tell-Lie-Vision. Because someone who stays inside the bedroom for 12 - 14 hours a day, will only stay being in there for ever.

When in the world did I end up living with two idiots who only watch the Tell-Lie-Vision day in and day out? How could this happened!

Oh fuck... The time to leave or be kicked out is fastly approaching but has to happen.

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GOING FOR THE TOILET (AND SINK?)

THE OPPORTUNITY IS THERE, MY FRIENDS

The sage that lead to cleaning toilets is still ongoing and going well or as well as cleaning toilets for a living can go as I am able to meet all my needs, pay rent on time, have time for myself and not have to deal with people like the two previous lying pieces of shit Mr. Diz used to work for.

The next step in saga is well known as the owner and founder and CEO and CTO and COO and Chief Marketing Officer and cleaner, reached out to Mr. Diz again to have him, in case he is interested, helping in doing things other than taking care of toilets and cleaning. Something like scheduling, or selling, or business development, or training, or hiring, or who the fuck knows pretty much anything and everything.

Sure! --was the reply from Mr. DIz with the caveat that as long as this shit does not turn into some stupid fucking “to do” list like the previous time then things can work. Even the suggestion of meeting up, working side by side, and just seeing what is it that this guy is doing day in and day out in order to learn and pick up tasks here and there with the aim of having some type of bonus or recurrent/passive revenue and eventually a piece of the pie.

Hence a meeting was arranged on a snowy day and I met a person who will be starting a franchise down in the Orange State and he goes by the name of Zak, who has a wife and a kid and used to be a corporate drone like we all were at some point in the past but now he sees that this stuff can take off and is in the process of getting started. Mr. DIz spoke on the phone with him in a sort of conference call and told him a lot of really good shit and stuff and Zak was flabbergasted and Mr. DIz was not impressed and he’s now seeing that perhaps this fine gentleman doesn’t have what it take to succeed.

But WTF does Mr. DIz really knows about it all, uh?

So the opportunity is there to work and grow and built something and why not, even have Mr. DIz get started with his very own company and grow it and specialize on apartments and door hangers and first make it profitable for him and then for others and at some point work remotely while still cleaning toilets once in a while and finally sell the company and retire in South America.

Amen. 

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NOT A DAY LATE, JUST A COUPLE OF HOURS LATE

AND THE SAGA CONTINUES AS THE DEADLINE JUST CLOSED

Just a couple of days ago I was in the process of traveling to South America for two weeks of vacations and joy. The online passport renewal was open and running, just click some buttons, send some shit on the mail, pay the fee of course because one thing the government wants is their money, always and before anything, but was open and available.

Until today at 1pm Eastern Time. Just a couple of hours ago for those of us living on Mountain TIme.

It’s closed and no one can use this shit again until March: More than three weeks from today.

So the sliding door continues and just hit me in the head?

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MY VERY OWN VERSION OF “SLIDING DOORS”?

UNEXPECTED CHANGE HAPPENS AND LIFE SPLITS

The movie was back from the late 90s and it portraits one of those Hollywood degenerate actresses missing a train by a second and at the same time catching the train and the door closing a second behind her. From that point onwards, her life changes in part due to some missing and new connections but above all, due to her own actions.

I was in China back in those days, perhaps it was Hong Kong with my friend G, living the good life yet knowing deep inside me that things were maybe not as they were supposed to be. Had I known back then what I know today, perhaps I would’ve been able to get back and be a life traveling diplomat. Perhaps I will end up being the same good looking yet fucket up individual I am today. Regardless of what sliding door it opens or closes... there you are. 

Or are you?

Following on the amazing opportunity given to me by an expired passport, or the horrible debacle served to me by an expired passport, the reality is that life continues and goes on and it is only through our actions, thoughts and plans that life is exciting or stale and humid as a public restroom with no ventilation.

Right at time on another time zone, I am in South America sitting on my parents living room, chatting, drinking coffee and having my family around together with the dogs. The gifts are disbursed and updates shared. Mr. Diz has really no updates because he lives a life in pause, mopping floors for a living and have been doing for a full year and really, no one gives a shit and apparently not even himself.

On another time zone, he’s sitting in front of a computer writing some lines, concern by the pain on his shoulder and elbow and pondering in one hand going mountain biking and on the other hand going out and just driving around. The third hand holds a common idea to stay inside the house, don’t leave and just be there doing jack shit that will end up in YouTube and Instagram at some point not before cleaning his bedroom because the laundry had already been completed.

And on the third hand, he’s planning getting his resume ready, connecting with the biodance crew in the U.S., participating in the TM contest coming up soon, and getting connected with other people because now he has the time to do it as the trip is not happening for the next two months at least until such a document is renewed for another decade. 

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THE DICE ROLLED OFF THE TABLE

AND ONTO THE GROUND. PICK IT UP AND ROLL AGAIN

Out of everything that can happen and that can go wrong, regardless of how serious or trivial the situation is, we know the chain breakS right at the weakest link.

And the weakest link, my friends, has give up and the chain of events that lead to my international travel tonight has broken and shattered into pieces.

My passport have expired six months and now I am the holder of an expired passport. This makes me ineligible to travel internationally, much less having to stop in another foreign country before reaching the destination.

The product was ready, the team in place, the getaway vehicle tuned up, and the ammunition delivered for the job. Yet the passport had expired.

For a moment I thought just playing it dumb and getting to the airport to see if someone will not notice it. You know, these people at the end of the day are bureaucrats and dumb as rocks, interested only in confiscating tooth paste and bottles of water --and checking dates on passports and IDs.

Finally I came to my senses and realized that this is not going to happen. Risking going to the airport and playing dumb through the security check, the airline counter, the second country security check, and the final destination in South America for sure will spell some idiot putting me on a flight back to the US. 

Oh fuck... now to undo the entire plan and schedule it for later in the year because renewing the passport takes at 

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THE DICE HAVE BEEN CAST

AND Mr. DIZ IS HEADING BEYOND THE U.S. BORDERS

Even though the burner phone had been powered up and all location, notifications, bluetooth, wifi and cellular disabled, the message came through at the day and time agreed. It read:

“Sunny and Warm” --the exact code words to denote all the system are a GO.

A PDF document attached listed the latest updates and to do’s crossed and completed. A photo with a hand written note, taken with a phone at least a decade old due to its resolution, brought not just the information but the confirmation that it was definitely coming from the guys down in the Western Andes of the country. 

Had the photo been in the high definition of an iPhone it would’ve been a massive red flag enough to cancel the enterprise: the sources had been compromised and the product tainted.

This in turn would’ve led to the activation of the Silence List previously agreed on. Once an operation has been penetrated, everybody around was to be executed together with their families; the local contact in the local yellow newspaper notified for the traditional picture taken so that everybody --especially the national police drug division, knew that it was us and that we are like nothing they have ever seen before with a level of recklessness and quiet violence unmatched even by our partners in Sinaloa.

The first getaway vehicle had been secured and was currently going through a rigorous maintenance to endure the mud and unpaved roads high up in the mountains. As for the second getaway vehicle... well, that will be the back of a Police pick-up truck, the survivors all beaten up and handcuffed, on their way to the local hellhole of a jail because there was only one getaway possible.

Uninformed normal people going through their soul sucking 9-5 jobs always ask how much money was involved, what the payoff will be, enough to retire and live the rest of the life on a beach in the Caribbean? These fuckers all have the same slave mentality only thinking about retirement but not understanding that these kind of jobs stand head and shoulders about the money itself and goes into the sense of coordination and accomplishment once everything is said and done.

The celebrations never involved champaign but the urge to plan the next hit.

The dice had been cast and the light is a steady “GO” green. And we are GO.

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ON THE DEPOPULATION JUICE AND EGGS

DISMISSAL OF THE SIDE EFFECTS PRIMARY EFFECTS

It was during dinner last weekend, while the roomies and the neighbors were getting stuffed with all kinds of foods including tacos, tortillas, fake cheese, pork, salad, desert and beer.

Everybody was sitting at the table and the conversation was going back and forth about this and the other, nothing too serious and nothing too shallow, just people chatting about the food and the weather and the daily activities and nothing really memorable at all.

It was then when the comments hit the table: people on Tik Tok who got injected with the poison and were showing the reactions to it mainly shaking uncontrollably in front of the camera. The neighbors’ ears perked and she asked about it to learn more. And then was when the dismissal came.

Just a bunch of conservatives in some other states.

It has happened time and time again before, people who have no business watching the Tell-Lie-Vision end up repeating what it is said in there. People who have gotten injected with the depopulation poison, brushing off those who come forward and share the fact that this is nothing less than a depopulation operation.

So it happened, another random comment and another random dismissal of the dangers of getting poked with the depopulation juice.

Another topic that was brought up was the price of eggs. And as you can imagine, another dismissal: oh yeah, it’s the chicken flu but no worries this is not going to affect you or me or anyone else.

Can people be more delusional in their thinking and acting?