Wow, I have thought up almost every writing job one can think of as I actively STILL seek to get hired as a writer, but never an obituary writer. I just applied for the job, & as I wrote my cover letter, I pictured myself already writing obituaries, & I may have discovered a niche, so to speak, that flows perfectly with my own authentic style of wordsmithery. I suppose I could do some practice ones as writing samples, perhaps on one of the dead friends I have lost in the last few years. There’s so many, where would I even start? Or…or…I could write my own obituary; that would be interesting, wouldn’t it? Maybe I’ll just make one up, who knows? As always, I am just going to plug into the proverbial wall socket, turn on the tuner, turn the dial until I find the right frequency, then let these fingers fly, & then reflect on what comes out when I am done. Ready? Okay, here we go…(illusory sounds of plugging in, turning on, tuning in, then type, type, typing)
Fish Frederico Fish, 99, of Playa Dominical, Costa Rica, passed away on September 15, 2077 from natural causes. He is survived by his cat, Milo, & his private nurse, Ms. Fiona Fillmore.
Fish F Fish was born on September 22, 1977, an only child to Francine & Frank Fish at San Juan General Hospital, San Juan, Costa Rica. Fish grew up learning music, & creating art, & as an only child, was encouraged to pursue his talents graciously by his parents. After graduating from Fishington High School with honors, he attended the prestigious Fishworth University, majoring in English Literature, before continuing on to get first his MA, followed by his PhD in Advanced Literary Studies.
His first job was as a teacher, teaching students to discover their respective writing voices at the same university he attended. Fish was always was a writer, & he wrote several books, his main one being Comic Tragedy, which went on to become a best-seller, launching Fish to new levels of status & achievement, as it topped the Fish York best-sellers list for a record 222 straight weeks.
Once his book went global, Fish decided to stop teaching as a career, to pursue a life of travel & adventure, venturing to many countries around the world. He documented his travels via his Truetube channel, which garnered millions of followers, providing more than enough income for Fish to spend the rest of his life traveling the world, & authoring his adventures through video, as well as written & spoken word. Fish was truly known worldwide, finding friends in many places all over the globe, & his legacy will live on in the annals of history.
Fish never really retired, as his life was always one of action, & he kept writing until the day prior to his passing. His last note read, in part, “The journey was long, but in the end, it was all just like a flash of a dream. The ride has been fun, but now it is done, as at last, I slip forever into the twilight of the afterlife. I love you all, & I look forward to seeing you again on the other side.”
Fish was never married, & has no children, & no living family other than distant cousins, but had many romances throughout his extended lifetime. However, at the time of his passing, he passed away quietly in bed, with only his best friend, his cat Milo, by his side, along with his private nurse.
He is being interred via Mount Julius Funeral Home September 22, 2077, on what would have been his 100th birthday. Services will be September 21st, at 6:00 PM. In lieu of flowers, Mr. Fish requested that all donations be sent to his foundation, The Feed the Fish Foundation, which provides free meals to those in need, which was something he devoted himself to for the last 3 decades of his life.
That’s not too shabby, right? We’ll see how my possible future employers like it, I suppose. It was fun to write though, & as a writing exercise, I encourage other writers to write their own obituaries. It’ll really make you think if you do, but that’s only if you do it. “Do hast thou will,” as the saying goes. The time has come, the time to go, & until next time dear readers, keep feeding your talent, keep feeding your fish, because that’s all you really can do, isn’t it? So sayeth FisH™…🎏
Serum-925 was created in a lab by a Chinese scientist named Dr. Shuyi. Dr. Shuyi had a long & accredited reputation for creating various viruses & bacteria, that he himself intended to be beneficial for the human race. His overlords, however, the CCP(Chinese Communist Party), had other intentions, intentions not so benevolent. The CCP had grown weary of United States global dominance, particularly the dominance of the United States dollar. The U.S. dollar had been the global currency for decades, even after the gold standard was removed in 1971, thus the value of the U.S. dollar was now-backed by literally nothing, & to the quickly-advancing Chinese economy, this was unacceptable. It was time, the time of the planetary financial reign of the USA to come to an end. The lone issue stopping the Chinese from taking total dominion over the world’s currency exchange for themselves, was one thing: armed Americans. Open hot nuclear war would be devastating, much too messy, for all involved, as well as for those not involved. They needed a solution, something that would non-violently wipe away their mortal enemy from the West, without affecting the Chinese, & the rest of the world, & so, they looked to Dr. Shuyi, for an answer he could not refuse to give . They took him aside one day, & by “took aside,” they stormed into his office, armed, & took him away from his morning paperwork to meet with a man known as Mr. Wang. “Wang,” in China, is the equivalent of “Smith,” in English, & most likely was not this man’s real name. Anonymity was important, as well as compartmentalization, because the USA had spies everywhere, even inside the CCP, & Mr. Wang needed Dr. Shuyi to do something, for the future of his country, that the Americans must never be made aware of.
Dr. Shuyi was blindfolded, & brought to a room, a room with no view, no windows, only a desk & 2 chairs, & a CCP flag in the corner. Mr. Wang was brief & to the point, & told Dr. Shuyi that he needed to make a new virus, one that would kill whoever it infected, but kill them slowly, however not too slowly. It must be RNA-activated, engineered to ONLY infect those who had taken the messenger-RNA Covid vaccines approved in the USA, which would be the Pfizer, Moderna, & Johnson & Johnson vaccines, in no particular order. Since those vaccines were used less in most places outside of the continental United States, there would be little risk of infecting anyone who resided beyond the boundaries of the borders of the USA. Clearly the plan had begun several years prior to what the CCP was orchestrating now. Additionally, the Big Pharma industry must have involvement, & although astounded by the awareness of other shadowy globalist actors, along with the secrecy kept due to impressive compartmentalization, who was Dr. Shuyi to ponder these notions, to ask questions, or think for himself? He was no one, certainly not an individual, but only a tool, & in China, you do what you’re told without question & think only of total obedience to the State, & so Dr. Shuyi embraced his task, & continued with his instructional orders.
There needed to be a incubation period of one to two weeks, then after incubation ended, the virus needed to exit the host body. It would be made to spread quickly throughout the bloodstream, eventually stopping the heart, then exiting said host body through pores on the skin, to go airborne, & then spread quickly, infecting everyone within a one to two mile radius who had been jabbed, as the terminology goes in the West. This virus must perform precisely as it was designed, so as not to spread in an out-of-control rampant manner, & possibly mutating. Additionally, & this was of highest importance, the virus needed to be fire-resistant, because unknown to Dr. Shuyi, this would be the means utilized for the initial infections. A series of wildfires would be started all across the Canadian wilderness in Northern North America, from west to east. Thousands of fires would be intentionally ignited, so that the virus could be dropped into these wildfires from the air, & as the virulent smoke moved into the jet stream that stretched across the expanse of the USA, from Montana to Maine, it would prove the most effective means of contamination, drawing little to no attention to the Chinese. Of course, there were a few extraneous minor details included in the instructions given from Mr. Wang to Dr. Shuyi, as to the manner of testing, but we will get to that shortly.
At first, like any human being with a conscience, Dr. Shuyi was struck by a sense of sadness that he could not openly express or share, by the directions given to him by Mr. Wang. The doctor, with a blank expression, had dedicated his life to bio-engineering viruses & bacteria that would prove beneficial to humanity, not destructive, but he had no choice. He loved his country, his people, & much more than that, his own family. Mr. Wang wasn’t asking Dr. Shuyi though, he was ordering him to do this, & left some pictures of his wife, & his two sons, telling Dr. Shuyi that if he wanted his family to be safe, he would do as he was told. Dr. Shuyi let Mr. Wang know that he did not need to be reminded of this, & would begin the project immediately, for the love of the CCP, & the future of the Chinese people. He was then blindfolded again, taken back to his office, & the entire event had seemingly ended as abruptly as it began, all taking place within the span of an hour. In one short hour, Dr. Shuyi’s life had taken a complete turn, but not for the worse, or the better, because it was all about perspective. He could not think of anything other than completing the task given. From the view of the Americans, China was the enemy, the unquestionable dominant adversary, but from the view of his own country, the USA was the true enemy, the great antagonist, a nemesis representing the greatest of threats to the Chinese Communist Party & the Chinese way of life. If Dr. Shuyi succeeded, he would be a hero, forever remembered in future history, as a savior of the Chinese homeland. Also, he & his family would not only remain alive, they would be honored, & so, he walked to his lab to begin immediately, quickly having all of his prior work removed by his assistants, leaving the lab entirely new, a proverbial blank slate, so to speak, for him to begin this new assignment. This would be the only assignment, in all likelihood, Dr. Shuyi would ever work on again.
It only took a week, just the span of a week, for testing to begin on various compounds he had created. The CCP notoriously used homeless vagrants as derelict test subjects, which was common practice, as they offered no benefit to the State, & no one would question their sudden disappearance. The recruiters, as it were, handed out pamphlets to the street people, telling them that it was a new “medicine,” designed to help them recover their lost lives from poverty & destitution, as if they had a choice in the matter. Quickly, “volunteers” showed up in droves, providing Dr. Shuyi with more-than-enough subjects to test the the various concoctions on, until the perfect virus was discovered & isolated. Over the next week, countless subjects were infected with the different compounds that Dr. Shuyi had created. The subjects were placed inside a sealed room with a single chair, told to sit down, & to breathe normally, as something akin to Chinese elevator music played from an unseen speaker. The potential viruses were then put into condensers inside of special ovens, which cooked at a temperature similar to the heat of a wildfires. The soft white smoke would then flow through the air ducts that led into the sealed room where the test subjects sat. The subjects would inhale the smoke, then be placed into a quarantine room which connected to the testing room via a single airtight door, so as to allow the virus to incubate.
Around the one-to-two week mark, after the test subjects were initially infected, the effects began, & all sorts of horrifying conditions began to develop. After the incubation ended, as intended, the virus spread rapidly through the bloodstream, searing the arteries as it traveled, which to the test subjects, felt as though they were burning to death from the inside out. They’d convulse & writhe, in unimaginable agonizing pain as this happened, making the seconds feel like eternities. Upon exiting their bodies through the pores on their skins, the viruses would rupture the pores, emitting blackened pus, like little volcanoes, as the thousands of individually necrotic eruptions created a hell that no man would wish upon his worst enemy. It would take 1-2 minutes for the subjects to go through the viral mechanism, which felt like series of tortuous lifetimes in their minds, as each pore burned & corroded, allowing the various test viruses to escape into the open air, & once the subjects were dead, the entire room was incinerated with a special gelatinous gas, insuring that the viruses could not escape the testing room, while also “sanitizing” the room before the next test subject was brought in.
These test trials went on for a few months , & then one day, Mr. Wang showed up in Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory. He asked Dr. Shuyi how the tests were going, & Dr. Shuyi, with a nervousness in his voice, told Mr. Wang that the virus was successful, but he was having difficulty keeping the virus alive upon exiting the bodies of the subjects. At best, the virus would only survive for a few seconds, before it too, would be as dead as the host body it had been birthed from. Mr. Wang then told, or rather, he demanded, that Dr. Shuyi complete the project within the next month, or one of his sons would “disappear,” & then the following month, his other son, would also, “disappear.’ Dr. Shuyi knew that there were no more options, & there was little time left, so he had to finish the project successfully, soon. He had no choice, but to increase the number of test subjects, as well as utilize more rooms to test the potential viruses in. He asked Mr. Wang to accommodate these requests, & with a nod, Mr. Wang left the room. Dr. Shuyi spent the rest of the day writing down various chemical formulas, & thinking of his family, as well as his role in this agenda, so to speak, but he knew that the clock was ticking, so he quickly unthought those thoughts to solely focus on what he had been told to do by the mysterious Mr. Wang. He did not go home that night, passing out with his head on his notebook. He had a dream, an exceptionally vivid dream, & in this dream, an answer came to him, in the form of a formulaic compound, one he had overlooked prior. When he awoke, he was told that there were 2 new rooms for testing, so now three in total, & that there were countless new subjects ready, ready to take their “medicine.” He looked down at his notebook, & recalling the dream, he began to feverishly write. As if by some divine force, as he gazed upon the notes he’d just written, & there it was, a new formula, THE new formula, but was it the right formula? He looked at the time, & the clock read, “9:25,” & so he wrote the time above this new formula he had written down…Serum-925.
Dr. Shuyi immediately began the tests, infecting 6 “patients” with control viruses, & then 3 more of them with Serum-925. The test subjects were then placed in the observation rooms, 3 to a room, as the incubation period began, & all Dr. Shuyi could do was wait. A week went by, & the subjects showed no signs of the infection, as they read books, & watched the State-sponsored programs being broadcast to little TVs in the corners of the rooms between the ceiling & the wall, thinking they’d been given “medicine,” a medicine that would miraculously give them a new life, one where they would be assets to the State, rather than another mouth to feed. Watching this all day & night was causing Dr. Shuyi to become very anxious…so anxious in fact, that he could nary sleep a wink. This first week seemed infinite, & with no symptoms showing themselves, Dr. Shuyi again began to worry about his family, & what would happen to them if Serum-925 didn’t work as directed, but as always, he quickly shrugged those thoughts away, because he knew he needed to focus on a positive result, & nothing else. As mentioned earlier, however, the incubation period ran from one to two weeks, so there was still time, still one week to go. Dr. Shuyi had come so far, & the formulaic equations he had written down came together perfectly, like a completed jigsaw puzzle, yet still, no symptoms, no changes, nothing. He occasionally listened to the random conversations that the test subjects were having amongst themselves. They often talked about the new lives they’d lead once “cured,” & their devotion to the State for “fixing” their failed & wretched lives. “Mice,” the good doctor said to himself, “they are only mice, here to be tested & disposed of as mice are,” trying to convince himself that they were not men, but mice. Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself, along with reflecting on his own inhumanity, as he viewed the final days of these mens’ lives, & thought of his own inhumane disposition at what he was doing…what kind of doctor could go along with such a thing? As always though, he pushed these self-realizations aside, burying them, never to be resurrected, for he was soon to be a deliverer, a great conservator for the State, or dead, along with his family, who he so desperately loved.
The second week began & day one of week two was dreadful for Dr. Shuyi; the “patients” were still the same, content & healthy, no changes. Onto day two, still nothing, day three went by, & STILL, no symptoms. A small television was inside Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory, always broadcasting state-sponsored news media, the same as what the test subjects were watching, mainly about the power of the CCP, the usual stereotypical communist propaganda, along with occasional scripted “news” stories, that more-often-than-not, glorified the State in one way or another. However, something came on that caught Dr. Shuyi’s attention. A series of wildfires had erupted all across Canada, & not just a few, there were THOUSANDS of them, stretching across the entire country, from British Columbia to Quebec. There were so many fires in fact, that the whole of the country appeared to be on fire, & Dr. Shuyi quickly realized, that the plan to spread the virus across North America, had begun. The clock was ticking, & ticking fast, as though time itself was speeding up, & Dr. Shuyi knew that his time was running out.
Day four came, & Dr. Shuyi, eyes wide from insomnia, could barely write anymore, as his hands were shaking from tremors, due to the lack of sleep. His mind was a jumbled mess, a mix of anxiety, anger, depression, but most of all, fear, for he was afraid that if he failed, he would never see his family alive again. Why wasn’t the virus working as intended? He had gone over the formulas he had written down, over & over & over again, & he just couldn’t rationalize what was going wrong. He pounded his fists on the table, & the force of the thud, turned over his stained & near-empty coffee cup on the desk, spilling what was left of the cold coffee, which formed a small puddle at the edge of his desk, & began to drip onto the floor. Dr. Shuyi watched it drip for a moment, staring, as he once again, thought about his family. He then snapped out of his gaze, & walked over to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. Just then, a sound went off from the loudspeaker, & the voice on the other side, notified Dr. Shuyi that the process was beginning, & that the test subjects were starting to convulse. Dr. Shuyi stopped what he was doing, leaving the paper towel he was grabbing half-torn, as well as the spilled coffee, & rushed to the observation room to watch what was happening. He felt a rush of excitement overcome him, utterly disregarding the fact that more human test subjects were about to experience a most-violent death, as he could only feel happy that his family might be saved, should the virus survive.
The exhaustion from all the sleeplessness, along with the symptoms of insomnia, subsided, as Dr. Shuyi hurriedly ran to the observation area, which was a room, with a series of chairs, & a 2-way mirror for the viewers to view the test subjects, as they died in agony from the various compounds they had been exposed to. The fact that these human test subjects were dying a horrible death mattered not, nor did the potential for billions to die in the same manner, as Dr. Shuyi could only think of his family, & that his success ensured their survival, as well as his own. Strange the way the mind works, isn’t it? How could one be “happy,” when billions of lives were at stake? Still, as always, these kinds of thoughts escaped Dr. Shuyi, as he eagerly watched the test subjects writhing on the floor, screaming in terror, as the post-incubated virus began painfully working its way through the blood of these “patients,” seeking to escape from these human test subjects’ convulsing bodies, through each & every pore on their skin. The shock of it all, to any “normal” person, would be unbearable to watch, particularly to a doctor, yet Dr. Shuyi gleefully continued to observe, as the subjects’ pores began to erupt the virus, those tiny little volcanoes, spewing out the blackened pus, as the subjects gasped one final time before their hearts stopped . Fortunately, the room was soundproof, & Dr. Shuyi could not hear their screams, or the last gasping. If he had, perhaps he might’ve had a moment of clarity, a revelation, that what he was doing was not only wrong, it was pure evil, but all he heard was the surreal sound of silent shrieking. It took roughly 90 seconds for the subjects to stop moving, & now was the moment of truth for Dr. Shuyi, for if the virus had died along with the test subjects, he & his family would be dead as well, but if the virus had survived, Dr. Shuyi would become legendary, a permanent hero, for the only God he knew, the CCP.
The time had come, & some men in biohazard suits with various instruments, began entering the room via a decontamination walkway of sorts. First, they needed to flip the bodies of the test subjects over, as they had all perished face down. They needed to get to the vital organs, as well as take blood samples, tissue samples, etc. The subjects had left a mess on the floor, which was now stained with the blackened pus, one of them leaving a haunting handprint, which Dr. Shuyi noticed from the observation room, & for a fleeting moment, some minuscule sense of humanity overcame him, as he thought about his own son, the youngest one, making handprint art for him only a few months prior. The shouts from the testers in the biohazard suits quickly flushed those thoughts away, however, as Dr. Shuyi had finally gotten the news he had been so anxiously awaiting to hear. The virus was alive, virulently alive, aggressively healthy, yearning to survive & thrive within another victim. Dr. Shuyi was instantly ecstatic, consumed with joy, the joy of all that was to come for him, & his family, with zero inclinations as to what this meant for the human race. A few more tests would be needed, for sure, but Dr. Shuyi knew that Mr. Wang would be quite pleased that Dr. Shuyi had been successful in the task he was given. He would be honored, taking his place among the historic halls of distinguished heroes, a savior of the Chinese Communist Party, for the rest of time, & his family would be at his side, glorified eternally as well by the Chinese people, HIS people.
The fires in Canada continued to rage, most of them uncontrollably now, & the smoke was covering cities in the United States from Bismarck to Manhattan, riding the current of the jet stream. Only the Western part of the United States was spared the smoke from these wildfires, thanks to the wind shear courtesy of the Rocky Mountains, sloping the western half of the country from New Mexico to Montana. News reports in the United States had begin to warn residents of the air quality, & blamed the wildfires on “lightning strikes,” but none of them had a clue as to what really created this country-wide inferno engulfing much of Canada, as well as what was really about to come from these intentionally set fires. Setting the fires was easy, but getting Serum-925 virus into these fires, would be another feat in itself. Meanwhile, Dr. Shuyi had been reunited with his family, who he held close for several minutes, so long that his wife showed a glint of concern as to why Dr. Shuyi, a normally expressionless man, suddenly seemed so cheerfully happy to see them all, as if he hadn’t seen them in a very long time. She had no idea of what he had done, or how close she & her children had been to being “disappeared,” via the orders of Mr. Wang. Dr. Shuyi had always been a loving father, but when the tears of joy fell at the sight of seeing them alive, his wife knew that something was different, but as was common with Chinese wives, she asked no questions & showed no concern, simply assuming that Dr. Shuyi had done something great for not only his family, but for the country. Unconditional love & total devotion to the State was primary in China, above all else, & as the adoration from CCP members began to befall Dr. Shuyi & his family, Dr. Shuyi’s wife got caught up in the moment, & quickly forgot about the tears that her husband had shed upon reuniting with his family.
Across the ocean in the United States, breaking news reports began to be broadcast, reports of unidentified balloons flying high above the western parts of North America, first from Alaska, & then from northwest British Columbia, & then down to Montana. The objects were still unidentified, only that they looked to be “balloons” of some kind, & that there were several, slowly moving east, as they drifted into the interior of Canada, & then down into the Continental United States, following the jet stream. What the news reports did not report, however, was that these were the dispensing mechanisms for the Serum-925 virus, & that the balloons were moving into position, to do just that, dispense this deadly virus. A series of canister’s on the underside of the balloons, which had now been successfully guided by GPS via radio frequencies into strategically proper positions, began releasing the Serum-925 virus into the atmosphere above the wildfires. The virus fell into the clouds of smoldering smoke from the raging flames below, which was heavier than the air, & as the smoke lost altitude, it descended with the ash, now contaminated with the very-much-alive Serum-925 virus, & began to cover American & Canadian cities.
Quickly, the pathogen, created in a lab by the great guardian of the CCP, Dr. Shuyi, began to infect the human populations below, unknowingly, as the “vaccinated” people below breathed in what they thought to be smoky air, but only the air of wildfires, as was common at this time of the year when wildfires annually occurred. Surprisingly, few wore masks, which was a stark contrast to the mass psychosis displayed by mask-wearers during the Covid epidemic. This went on for a week, then week two began, as Americans rallied to celebrate the 4th of July, ironically a celebration of freedom & independence. What the North American public did not know, was that the Serum-925 virus had been inhaled now, by millions of them, millions who were so desperate to get the jab during Covid, as well as many of them getting “boosted,” preparing them for the real Chinese-created pandemic, which would undoubtedly, kill them all once the incubation of the virus came to fruition, for lack of a better term. The Serum-925 virus entered their bodies, through the mouth & nose, down into the lungs, to incubate, before it awakened, so to speak, & began to violently erupt, from each & every pore on their skin, like the little volcanos that Dr. Shuyi witnessed from the observation room, expelling the black pus magma, leaving the gruesome handprint on the floor, from the last “patient” he would ever treat. So began the end, the end of us, the end of these United States of America.
“For all of you, & for none of you at all.” by Fish F. Fish🎏
In this centralized modern era, where cancel culture & AI algorithms have combined to censor anyone deemed to be a virtual thought-criminal, it is exceptionally difficult to use social media effectively, as well as find a job, once the Orwellian thought police have you in the their proverbial pocket. Many job-seekers go to Indeed to search for employment, with zero inclination that even job-hunting sites such as Indeed, utilize bias to quietly discriminate against those who do not bend the knee. Yours truly discovered this, mere hours ago, & so, being one who does NOT bend the knee, & is hellbent on exposing TRUTH, decided to write about it, so that all of you know what I know, especially if you are also looking for a new job via Indeed. Would you like to know how Indeed discriminates? Great question, thanks for playing.
Of course you’d like to know, & thus, I’ll tell you. I wish I could’ve screen-grabbed the evidence, but I did not, so you’ll just have to try this out on your own, so you can see with your own eyes, rather than read my illustration of said discrimination. This is the best I can do however, dear readers, & since it’s not very complicated to explain, this shouldn’t take long on my end. As you search for jobs, you may notice that right AFTER you submit your application, a “survey” pops up from Indeed, not the employer. It seems random, yes, & unimportant, but I can assure you, it most certainly IS important, so important in fact, that I am considering contacting an attorney about the matter. If you’ve clicked on a few jobs, you may notice that PRIOR to the final submission of your application, the respective company will ask your race, sex, disability status, & veteran status…the infamous EOE questions, which are usually optional. If you happen to be a white male, as yours truly is, & you answer accordingly, you might think nothing of it, since they specifically state that “your answers will not be seen by the employer.”
True, the hiring company will not see, but the Indeed AI sees, for the AI sees all at this point, & the Indeed AI keeps your answers, & uses them to show which jobs you can, & cannot see. If you answer white male, non-disabled, & not a veteran consistently, you will get fewer jobs, SIGNIFICANTLY fewer jobs, that will pop up on your job search. Now, back to that after-submission Indeed survey. Besides the EOE “optional” questions added by the potential employers, which as I said, they do not see, but the AI sees, if you answer that survey, honestly, you will never see jobs from companies that might hire you, limiting the options you have to gain successful employment in a field that you might be highly-skilled at. For months, & months, & months, I kept seeing the same jobs, over & over, in addition to seeing limited numbers of possible jobs that might pique my interest. Finally, however, earlier today, I decided to click the AFTER-submittal Indeed survey that pops up. When I did, it asked those same EOE questions, as well as my pronouns, sexual orientation, & a few others that revealed my personal information, greater to an extent than those random EOE questions from the employer posts that come up in the searches. What did I do once I clicked the Indeed survey?
Again, another great question, you’re great at this. I clicked the Indeed survey, & answered that I was a non-binary, Native American, pronouns they/them, gender-fluid, homosexual, & I few more that I cannot exactly recall, but you get the point, yes? I went as “woke” as I could go, & clicked “Submit,” & what do you think might’ve happened once I did that? Upon doing a new job search, with the same exact queries I used before, I got not only more jobs, not only hundreds of more jobs, but thousands, yes THOUSANDS more jobs that were previously hidden from me popped up. The Indeed AI had been using the employer-posted EOE questions to determine I was a straight white non-disabled male with he/him pronouns to severely limit my search results, but when I answered their little survey, with the answers I illustrated above, suddenly THOUSANDS more jobs popped up. I am 1000% confident that this is a new method of discrimination, not only against white men, but straight white men, since one of the questions asked me directly about my sexual orientation.
It’s a fuck-up world we live in, isn’t it? As I mentioned earlier, I think I am going to have to contact a civil rights attorney, & mention this, because there could be cause for a lawsuit, a YUGE discrimination lawsuit, against Indeed, for trying to covertly do this to straight white people, particularly men, in order to keep diversity & inclusion strong in the workforce. It starts before you even get a chance to submit your resume, how fucked up is that? I’ll tell you how fucked up it is; I’ve spent months, MONTHS, job-hunting, search after search, submission after submission, to the point of extreme depression at the continuous rejection letters, as well as the same limited results popping up, day after day after day. This will not stand, & yours truly will not abide the mental damage this job searching has done to my life, especially in this horrific economy, as well as every other white person who this happened to. Nonetheless, I have now detailed what happened to me, & how I discovered this, so in the not-so-distant future, expect an update as to what the lawyer I contact will say in regards to this most-distressing issue. There has to be a point where enough is enough is enough, & that time has come. So sayeth FisH™…🎏
As the title implies, this Foozer is gonna have to be a placeholder of sorts, as in I’m not going to go off on one of my usual diatribes about whatever my wordsmithing happens to tangent off into. No no, this one will be short, because I’m wiring a short story for all of you that’s turned into a longer project. I’m so into it, I’m almost living the story, but that’s the only hint you all get. Regardless, I’m enjoying writing it, so I hope you all will enjoy reading it when I’m done. I don’t like deadlining my own stories, so let’s just say it’ll be done when it’s done, hopefully by tomorrow evening. I might need to chop out some new GIF animations for the story too, drats, so yes, don’t hold me to tomorrow evening, & we will just stick to, “done when it’s done,” sound good? Yes? Agreed? Great, thanks for playing.
In order to ensure I never miss a day of writing, despite my calendar over there on the right somewhere which reminds me, I have to make sure there’s at least a placeholder post, like this, so I don’t get a white day. If you look at the aforementioned “calendar,” over there on the right, you’ll see what I mean. YOU HAVE TO BE ON A DESKTOP OR LAPTOP THOUGH. You CAN see my site as it appears on desktop via your phone too, but YOU have to switch it to “view full site” with thine own hand, I can’t do anything more on my end than this, telling you how to view my site. Anyway, when I post something, the white days turn from white to blue, & then you can click on them on my calendar to view whatever I posted on the respective blue days. The ideal goal this year is to hit all 365 days. Yep, 365 Fooze articles, as well as my random posts, nope, not going to miss a single day, that’s the achievement trophy I’m going to get for myself on January 1st, 2024, if we all get there, but I digress. Anyway, again, you can only see this white day/blue day calendar of mine via laptop or desktop, maybe a tablet, I don’t know much abut tablets, or in “view full site” mode on your phone. If you are NOT seeing entire website as it appears on desktop/laptop, you’re missing out on a lot of my FisH™ magic, I promise you, so take the extra second to view the whole site, please & thanks, dear readers.
ARE YOU READING THIS POTENTIAL FUTURE EMPLOYERS? YOU NEED TO VIEW MY SITE ON SOMETHING OTHER THAN A PHONE TO SEE THE ENTIRE SITE AS I HAVE CREATED IT. ALSO, NOTE THAT I CENTER-TEXT ALIGN INTENTIONALLY ON HERE, BECAUSE THAT’S HOW I ROLL ON MY OWN SITE. THANKS FOR ASKING. CHEERS, PLEASE CONTINUE…🐟
There’s even a “DONATION” button over there, if any of you would like to donate to my PayPal. That would be amazing, since I’m running on fumes & have no money left. Like literally, no money, NOTHING, when I tell you all that all I have is this, my writing, it’s no exaggeration, I assure you, & I mean it when I say that all I have left is THIS, whatever this is, THIS is ALL I HAVE LEFT. My words, my words, & if you enjoy the way these words roll off my digital tongue as I lick your face with them, maybe help me out, if you can. ANYTHING helps, anything & everything money-wise. I’m too much of an artist to understand “money,” always have been. Not to mention the fact, that “money,” is just representative of the overall hijacking of the notion of currency, the planetary current of energy that keeps the world moving. It’s something I’ve mentioned many times before, & I’m sure I’ll mention again, but not right now, as I told you this one would just be a placeholder. Until next time dear reader, be sure to check out my site via laptop and/or desktop, so you can see all the fun stuff I have in the sidebar on the right. If you type any word, & I mean ANY word you want into my “search the archives” widget, you’ll never know what might come up. There’s OVER 4000 pages of work on this site, & even I don’t know what might come up, so feel free to dive in, swim around, & if you’re so inclined, feed the fish by donating to my PayPal. So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all.🐡
“Feed the fish, donate button on the right.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 