Bank Contact Chase + Moral Lectures: Tuesday Got Jagged

மார்ச் 10, 2020

I spent the day chasing bank contacts, trying to forgive old money fights, talking myself through religion and racism, and watching how quickly business stress could turn into ugly moral lectures.

Tue 10 Mar

10:15 a.m.

I just woke up. Cyril Perera aiya spoke with me via WhatsApp. He's not reached Harsha Wannigatunga yet. He's spoken to his banking contacts, but hasn't gotten feedback yet. Cyril is actually supposed to be an uncle. He's Saroj uncle's wife Kanchana's brother.

I was upset Saroj uncle was friendly to Lal uncle who , but I realised money doesn't matter to me, and ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Saroj uncle is cool.

10:30 a.m.

Even Martin uncle was quite nice to Lal uncle. I think that it's best to forgive. People make mistakes. He probably wanted to keep Edna within his family and not let an outsider like my mum or us take over Edna Engineering.

He's everything. He's LKR in debt to HNB. Raja uncle and Aloka aunty are sympathetic too. I don't know. I'm on the fence. I think I should just forgive and let go. Harry Jayawardena is deal with Lal uncle via HNB.

2:30 p.m.

I was eating my pork sausages I'm so glad to be Christian. Jesus died on the cross for me! He's my living G-d and he does everything for me. ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

Hehe you know, ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████, but I like Yahweh, ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████,

2:45 p.m.

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3:00 p.m.

I'm so bored now. I was watching Jeff Dunham's new ventriloquist comedy skits with the grumpy grandpa and Ahmed the Dead Terrorist. It wasn't that funny. ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Jesus friggin' Christ, now that is funny.

I opened my mum's Nescafe Gold Instant Coffee. She'll be sad, but then she'll accept. She's a Buddhist, so, I'll tell professionally, as Chris Voss advises: "listen Ammi, I have some bad news to tell you. How am I supposed to tell you this, so you understand? As Buddha said, 'life is suffering; nothing lasts forever'. I (stole and) opened your Nescafe Gold 200g".

3:15 p.m.

I think Jesus paid my debts with his blood, so, I have no sins. I'm a Christian. So, I didn't really steal my mum's coffee.

6:15 p.m.

Kasuni ██████████████████ wants to see me at 7 p.m. to discuss business. I was listening to some music. My art teacher Rhuani Rambukwelle and also Cyril Perera aiya are trying to contact Harsha Wannigatunga at Seylan Bank for me.

I'm going to take a shower before seeing Kasuni, she can sign our Employment Agreement. It's bloody boiling in Sri Lanka. I'm sweating like a pig. Actually, not really. I need some more pork sausages.

The Elephant House Pork Sausages are really good fried in oil. I can't understand how a pig like me is so skinny, all the fat girls must be cursing G-d for this atrocious injustice. I'm just 45 kg. It's crazy. I eat so much. I only eat the fatty stuff as well. It's ridiculous. Fat people who are depressed must really hate me.

6:30 p.m.

I also wish I was a healthy weight. I guess, after I get money, then buy beef brisket and BBQ it like Aaron Franklin, even paying people to spy on him and steal his secrets, then I'll put on weight. I love this Freddie Mercury song I was born to love you, I love the first part where he screams: "An Amazing, Feeling, Coming through!"

Ooh it's 6:30 p.m.! I have to quickly rehearse or at least read out loud my lines for my Freemason 3rd Degree Rituals on for the 19th March. I'm an Inner Guard. I love it. I'm just like Sir Stamford Raffles or Winston Churchill (who I'm unsure did any rituals) or Benjamin Franklin. I'm so cool.

6:45 p.m.

I just read through it once. I read it out aloud. It's just a few couple of lines. I'll probably eff up the part where I introduce the candidate. But I think with a few more days of practice I'll get it right. I'll take a quick shower.

11:15 p.m.

I'm really impressed with Kasuni ██████████████████. She's really gifted. She's got 6,000 or 7,000 connections on LinkedIn. I think she should be like CMO, CSO or VP Sales, or even COO. I promised her we'd pay her Rs 6mn per month. She currently gets Rs 150,000 LKR. She's starting as Account Manager, but I think she should be given COO.

11:30 p.m.

11:45 p.m.

My laptop being under repair has made it easier. The struggle is real. I think I have a problem. F***.

I think Shenuki can be COO or something, she's got the qualifications to take over as CEO. Jesus. Frickin'. Christ. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't control myself. I think I'm "sick". I need help! I told Dr Friedman, he didn't fudgin' treat me properly. I'm all his fault! He fudged up!

Whatever. Whatever. I'll be cool. I shouldn't ever just "be myself". That's bad advice for me. I need to pretend to be a decent human being. I need to pretend. I need to pretend to be a good person. It's not my fault LinkedIn showed me attractive people "people also viewed". It's not my fault. --

I think the contest should be awrestling match for the COO and CEO position at Cyberspace Command. Yes, I see now. G-d has sent me vision. I'm just like Prophet Jerome Fernando or Kirby. I see now.. 👙👙

I don't judge people. He seemed like a very cool guy who did a lot of good things and also did a few bad things. Who hasn't messed up, who among us is all perfect?

I think you're misguided to say having ██████████████, earning some money, nepotism and gaining power were bad ideas -- as opposed to what, losing your grip on power as the Pope himself and fading into oblivion and falling out of relevance?

I think girls, money, power and helping friends and family (nepotism) is something I try to do every day; it's my job.

I don't think his crimes are that bad at all because back in those days you probably had to do those bad things to survive and maintain his respect, especially as the Pope.

I think the mistakes an evil Pope could do, which are far worse are these:

1. Ban contraceptives which causes unwanted pregnancies and diseases

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3. Hate homosexuals and help attack them

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6. Forgive criminals for serious sins

7. Again, "Indulgences"

But anyway, what we should be asking is: "what if the Pope was one of us?"

https://youtu.be/dRsjHjZyask

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