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| I'm up after a long afternoon rest. I had my dinner - egg drop soup and some ham from Swiss Colony. I'm not ravenous as an eater so it's ok. I blogged on Twitter. I also blogged on another site about my remembrances of being a pharmacy tech. That was a wish I wanted when I had been unemployed during the years after I left the Purdue lab for microbiology (Animal Disease Diagnostic Lab). The work was ok but it felt rather like a letdown because the first wish to fervently pray to get into the hospital went south after I saw what the life of a pharmacy tech was like. I couldn't speak too much of the life there as a pharmacy tech - not frankly enough - because I felt as though some people were listening to me there. I spoke out about the disparity between those who 'had' and those who 'did not have' what it took to earn a great amount of money to work there. The thing about it that got a bit of a letdown was the physical labor it took for me to do to keep working there, yet it seemed as though I was unable to use my mind in a constructive way, not as a way to 'get into people's minds' as some do for a living, but the abilities that God gave me weren't all there to be utilized. But I was a quiet enough worker, and merely observed how people acted, what they said and how they treated each other. For this, I suppose I had my work to do. I was therefore, a 'witness for Jesus' which I"m feeling as though this was the biggest objection to being a friend or acquaintance of a Catholic person. I was fine as a witness for Jesus. I might say I was a witness for Christ, a witness for God, a witness for the Clouds of Witnesses. I know the Bible has this phrase and those who are thinking of it should look to the Bible to see where this is located. When I felt as though Jesus was insulted when I left the ADDL in Purdue, I went out of that place and told some people that i worked for God. That thing I said to some people made one of them ask me to go with her and her boyfriend to some northern city in Indiana to look for or help unwed mothers to recover. At least that is how I interpreted her invitation. I said NO because I didn't quite like her. Something about this woman, Yvonne Van Der Aa made me rather doubtful of what she was and who she was. I wasn't quite sure what working for God was all about. But I didn't think of it consciously after that. I merely thought it was better to work for God than for some beastly person who used people to get where they wanted, and for their own selfish reasons. I went to go on and apply (during the time I worked at the pharmacy) to Purdue again (even though I swore never to return there). I went for an interview with a PhD researcher in cancer, the wife of a professor in the field of Veterinary medicine, who worked on dogs (female ones) to see how breast cancer might behave. She worked in the cancer research department at the Cancer center. She gave me a tour of her labs. The one place I felt sad about was their dog lab. There on the table was a beautiful dog, quite well toned, and it was dead. I was sorry this dog was dead. I saw no visible signs on the animal that he was in ill health. I left the interview and went home to tell my mom. She wasn't happy at the description of the dog and that it was one of many this woman researcher would use to do her research. Then the remark my mom said was "You are a Secular Franciscan and Francis was a happy animal person and he might not be happy to know you will be working on taking dog parts for research." or words to that effect. I never heard from that woman researcher but I did run into her at the grocery and she looked at me with surprise. I was happy then to tell her that I had a job somewhere else. I hope that with this New Year that there will be more people who would think about their jobs, how they could think of why they are working there, and whether they are being asked to work for a bad set of goals or if the place they work in is doing good for everyone. I'm still unable to do any writing. I have posted somewhere else my newest work, Hacked, as a book-in-writing. I don't know how far this writing will go but it might be the safest way to put out my work so that if anyone wanted to hack into it that would be witnessed by the "Clouds of Witness". I hear the word "Armaggedon" being said in the minds of my thoughts. I don't know why - unless the Bastard wants to annihilate the Clouds of Witness? I have to go now. Margot Huxley |
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