More Secrets Revealed

For the record to all you people at USPTO, the person who spurred me to write that bulletin about the Antisocial Class (July 7, 2008) was Ms. Elizabeth So, formerly of the University of Southern California. Elizabeth and I both took Dash Bus AT-8 to USPTO, and I was nothing but nice to her. I saw her on the bus one day, and I waited for her after I got off the bus at King Street Metro. However, she said something about wanting to speedwalk to work. For whatever reason, she offended me because I like to talk to people. She couldn't give enough courtesy to wait for me and have a nice conversation.

Furthermore, there a scientist out there named Dr. Shi Li, who received his Ph.D. from Purdue. Dr. Li was my supervising postdoc at UC San Diego Department of Physics, but he was nothing but an arrogant, conceited, self-congratulating idiot. He always told me to get some exercise, even though I was doing the exercises the doctor told me to do. He just assumed that since I'm overweight that I don't exercise at all. Walking is exercise when you do it outside your everyday walking.

I told Dr. Shi Li about my mental illness, and he said, "You remember it, so you were in control!" Therefore, he implied I was responsible for my schizoaffective disorder and chose to have it. Dr. Li also chose to stand 5 feet short.

There were 4 people who annoyed me every day at Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility when I worked for Remedy Intelligent Staffing in San Diego, California. Their names were Manny, Joel, Andrea, and a Michelle Franco. Andrea and Michelle talked to me like they knew everything. Manny and Joel, two teenagers at the time, led me to a freight scale and tricked me into standing on it. They wanted to see how much I weigh, in order to make fun of my weight. Let the record show that Manny and Joel did this. Even the inmates were nicer to me than them.

There was a blonde named Shelley Porter who worked in the same office as me at Silver Bullet Solutions, Inc. in San Diego, CA. She also made me mad. Shelley said, "I keep a spare key in my glove compartment in case I get locked out of my car." When I told her my friend took the bar exam, Shelley said, "Is he going to be a bartender?"