Gents I was in a chatroom doing an online session on "How to Suckseed in Corporate America." It was for my buddy over at Cloverhill Junior High. Anyway. I was telling the kids things NOT to do. Although I've been a genius at moving on up... I've made my share of mistakes. I'm not too proud to tell it either.
I'll share one of the stories of my mistakes that I made.
Long ago, I worked for a boss named Kareem. He's like "Hey man, how was your weekend?"
I thought... I dont know... I forgot where I was... You see I was at a job fair the weekend prior... so I says to him, "Yo! It was AWESOME. I went to a job fair! I think I scored!"
It didn't dawn on me, that I just said that to the boss. Kareem just stared at me... His jaw slightly hanging open, hands on his hips.
I stared in his eyes... and then I realized... that was stupid. I shouldn't have told him I scored!
Yo! That was my mistake. Talking about scoring at the job fair. Some have told me, "Your a nut! Why'd you tell your boss you were at a job fair?"... hell, you want to suckseed? Tell your boss... you're looking - let them know you're going to job fairs every weekend. Similarrly, you want to keep a marriage together, tell you're old lady you're going to the "gentleman's club" every night.... MAKE IT KNOWN son. That's how you keep a job.
Although I didn't keep that job.
Learn from my mistake... but more then that... learn from my sucksess.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
CIA & FBI
Serpentor2000 asks, "JIMMY! Love the blog. Sorry you were in the Hospital, are you feeling better now? Hey can you talk about your time working with the FBI? You mentioned it on the msg board."
Thanks Serpentor2000. I appreciate your kind words. I know a lot of people were really worried for me. But I pulled through. Hell, I beat Ecoli, died on a operating table (3 times!!) and survived Vietnam. I'm a winner.
About your request... I believe if you go back to the Message board I said CIA. However I have worked for both agencies. That's A FACT jack. Personally I like the CIA better. They have much more funding, and can afford my hourly rate (That's $250/hr for those of you wondering.)
It all started in the Winter of 1995. I was in Chicago at the time, and was ran my own private contracting business for the US Government. I specialized in highly technigul opperations. Things that take a computer expert to know. I worked with A.I., Kernel Structures, Data Streams, Algorythms, and Encryptian. Yeah, I was good. I had another guy on my team. He worked for me. But he was useless. We'll call him "Jabba." Jabba ended up running away with my blueprints, designs and other high sensitive information. I'll tell you more about that if you like, later. It's an interesting story, as it tells how far the arms of Uncle Sam can go to reach someone like Jabba.
When I first started my own business I was able to secure a defense contract. I dont know if you ever worked for the defense department Serpentor2000 but it's different then a regular company.
First of all you get a code name. Mine was KING J.
Second, you are paid primo. I wouldn't even consider a defense job these days unless they were talking $300/hr.
Third, you have to be willing to forgo your comforts. You may be contacted at all times of the day or NIGHT.
Fourth, you travel a LOT. You'll go all over the world, if need be.
I'll give you a real world example Serpentor2000. There was one defense gig I took... I can't disclose much. But I can say this. I had to meet regularly with two government opperatives. One was FBI, and the other was CIA. We would meet in the most unusual of locations. Sometimes a shoe store, other times a Walmart. We called these locations, "Checkpoints." When I had to deliver code, I had to go through two checkpoints - one FBI and one CIA... just to get the code reviewed!! Imagine that man. Crazy, huh?
So like here's a real world example:
I go to Maple St. and Melbourne Ave. in downtown Chicago. It's cold as HELL. I'm told to go to a Circle K on the corner there. All I'm told is "go there now." So I get my code on a 3.5" floppy set and put it in my air sealed briefcase and get over there. The agent will come up to you. In my case he looked like a bum. This smell guy walks up to me and starts talking. I say "where do I go now?" he says, "You pass man, go to 'The General' auto Repair downtown." He gives me a bottle of wine. That is my "Token" as they call it. You may have heard of "tokens" that's what it means. I will give this "Token" at the next checkpoint.
So I go to "The General" Auto Repair in downtown Chicago. Once there I am approached by a young lady in the office. She takes the bottle from me and says "Get in the green car." In the auto repair shop is a green car. I get in. Keys are inside. A note says, "KING J: Drive to " and has directions to a office building. It also says, "Take elevator to 14th floor. Get out. Walk down steps to floor below."
I drive there man, and do that. On the 13th floor is a Optical reader. It checks my eye and opens a locked door. I enter. It's dark as hell. Red, twirling lights are spinning on the ceiling like every 100 feet.
I can't say what happens after that - as it's sealed by a congressional hearing. But I can say that's what it's like working for the Government.
Also - when you fly on airplanes, you oftentimes will fly in with the pilot. I was told to do so on several occasions. The reason is, you're carrying Top SECRET stuff. If your plane goes down, they want to know where to send the divers... The Cockpit is ALWAYS the place of choice. Why else do you think they put the BLACK BOX there???
The work I did for my contracting term, helped our government become the mighty nation it is today. I am a HERO. I know that now. I have helped save so many lives with my many inventions: Auto Pilot Pilot, Land Rover Technologies, Nanopachines, Improved Linux Kernels for the Medical Industry. I've done a lot... Maybe I'll talk more about the government work later... Like the time I was flown by government unmarked, Black Helicopters and landed in Harvard!!!
Thanks Serpentor2000. I appreciate your kind words. I know a lot of people were really worried for me. But I pulled through. Hell, I beat Ecoli, died on a operating table (3 times!!) and survived Vietnam. I'm a winner.
About your request... I believe if you go back to the Message board I said CIA. However I have worked for both agencies. That's A FACT jack. Personally I like the CIA better. They have much more funding, and can afford my hourly rate (That's $250/hr for those of you wondering.)
It all started in the Winter of 1995. I was in Chicago at the time, and was ran my own private contracting business for the US Government. I specialized in highly technigul opperations. Things that take a computer expert to know. I worked with A.I., Kernel Structures, Data Streams, Algorythms, and Encryptian. Yeah, I was good. I had another guy on my team. He worked for me. But he was useless. We'll call him "Jabba." Jabba ended up running away with my blueprints, designs and other high sensitive information. I'll tell you more about that if you like, later. It's an interesting story, as it tells how far the arms of Uncle Sam can go to reach someone like Jabba.
When I first started my own business I was able to secure a defense contract. I dont know if you ever worked for the defense department Serpentor2000 but it's different then a regular company.
First of all you get a code name. Mine was KING J.
Second, you are paid primo. I wouldn't even consider a defense job these days unless they were talking $300/hr.
Third, you have to be willing to forgo your comforts. You may be contacted at all times of the day or NIGHT.
Fourth, you travel a LOT. You'll go all over the world, if need be.
I'll give you a real world example Serpentor2000. There was one defense gig I took... I can't disclose much. But I can say this. I had to meet regularly with two government opperatives. One was FBI, and the other was CIA. We would meet in the most unusual of locations. Sometimes a shoe store, other times a Walmart. We called these locations, "Checkpoints." When I had to deliver code, I had to go through two checkpoints - one FBI and one CIA... just to get the code reviewed!! Imagine that man. Crazy, huh?
So like here's a real world example:
I go to Maple St. and Melbourne Ave. in downtown Chicago. It's cold as HELL. I'm told to go to a Circle K on the corner there. All I'm told is "go there now." So I get my code on a 3.5" floppy set and put it in my air sealed briefcase and get over there. The agent will come up to you. In my case he looked like a bum. This smell guy walks up to me and starts talking. I say "where do I go now?" he says, "You pass man, go to 'The General' auto Repair downtown." He gives me a bottle of wine. That is my "Token" as they call it. You may have heard of "tokens" that's what it means. I will give this "Token" at the next checkpoint.
So I go to "The General" Auto Repair in downtown Chicago. Once there I am approached by a young lady in the office. She takes the bottle from me and says "Get in the green car." In the auto repair shop is a green car. I get in. Keys are inside. A note says, "KING J: Drive to " and has directions to a office building. It also says, "Take elevator to 14th floor. Get out. Walk down steps to floor below."
I drive there man, and do that. On the 13th floor is a Optical reader. It checks my eye and opens a locked door. I enter. It's dark as hell. Red, twirling lights are spinning on the ceiling like every 100 feet.
I can't say what happens after that - as it's sealed by a congressional hearing. But I can say that's what it's like working for the Government.
Also - when you fly on airplanes, you oftentimes will fly in with the pilot. I was told to do so on several occasions. The reason is, you're carrying Top SECRET stuff. If your plane goes down, they want to know where to send the divers... The Cockpit is ALWAYS the place of choice. Why else do you think they put the BLACK BOX there???
The work I did for my contracting term, helped our government become the mighty nation it is today. I am a HERO. I know that now. I have helped save so many lives with my many inventions: Auto Pilot Pilot, Land Rover Technologies, Nanopachines, Improved Linux Kernels for the Medical Industry. I've done a lot... Maybe I'll talk more about the government work later... Like the time I was flown by government unmarked, Black Helicopters and landed in Harvard!!!
Been Awhile
I just got back from the hospital.
I first want to thank God, for saving my life (again.)
I also want to thank each of you for your kind support. A few shots out to Mike and Larry. You guys really stood by me in the operating room... well you couldn't stand there, but you looked on from the window.
To Deb I just want to say, thanks. I know it's hard for you to get out of your house, now that you're 90 years old. But I appreciated the prayers.
To the rest of you who cared, thanks so much. I'm crying, right now. Your warm letters and gifts in the hospital did me so much good.
To the rest of you... FUCK you. You jackballs write me saying I'm a liar. I'm a psycho. I'm NOT a Vietnam Viet. I'm NOT Black. My name isn't Jimmy King. F U! Your all lucky I'm hooked up to a breathalizer... or I'd be clock'n each you in turn.
So to set the story straight, let me tell you all what happened.
As some of you know, I've been having flash backs... or back flashes. Whatever the hell it's called. where you step into a time before. Like reliving. Last thing I remember was writing this blog... I heard voices. Little voices in the Kitchen.
In the kitchen there ... I can't talk about it. It might bring on another Backflash. So let me change the subject.
Let's talk about something a lot more positive... like my amazing adventure in Folsom. I worked as a security guard there... I practiced a mind control technique called Black Dianetics. I learned it from a guy who left some church. He called it "Black Dianetics" and it enables you to control out of control people. I was trying it out as a security guard there. One day while on beat, we had a "code 9 Blue Stat" that's a term meaning we have a major incident.
Turns out some rowdy new guy was trying to cause a riot. He got fifteen different prisoners to start going nuts. They were using the bedsheets as a shield, while they threw shit at the guards. So we moved in. I tried out Black Dianetics for the first time....
One prisoner was snarling at me... and I shouted, "Tell me a time when you lived!"
Like Black Magic, it worked. He stood their frozen, lost in thought. His eyes glazed over. It worked!!!! So I took my black baton and slammed it into his lower jaw.
Next two more left the guards they were fighting and turned on me... they obviously saw I was the Alpha.
"Tell me when you were a father's son!" I shouted at one, and he looked at me perplexed. Before attacking him, I turned to the other prisoner and screamed, "Show me something you couldn't have if you could have it!" He too looked stunned.
Black Dianetics was working. It caused me to confound them. Then I began inflicting the pain of the Folsom Security Guards. While I beat on them, I screamed "You can't breathe." "you are blind" "you are scared of your mama"
According to Black Dianetics, the pain they recieved will be like hypnotic suggestions. They couldn't do shit. Now they are scared of their mama's, and think they're blind! HAHAHAHAHA
Although I heard thye never went blind... I still relish that day. It was my last week on that job. That was a job I had working my way through Harvard. It taught me a lot.. in fact more then Harvard did!
I first want to thank God, for saving my life (again.)
I also want to thank each of you for your kind support. A few shots out to Mike and Larry. You guys really stood by me in the operating room... well you couldn't stand there, but you looked on from the window.
To Deb I just want to say, thanks. I know it's hard for you to get out of your house, now that you're 90 years old. But I appreciated the prayers.
To the rest of you who cared, thanks so much. I'm crying, right now. Your warm letters and gifts in the hospital did me so much good.
To the rest of you... FUCK you. You jackballs write me saying I'm a liar. I'm a psycho. I'm NOT a Vietnam Viet. I'm NOT Black. My name isn't Jimmy King. F U! Your all lucky I'm hooked up to a breathalizer... or I'd be clock'n each you in turn.
So to set the story straight, let me tell you all what happened.
As some of you know, I've been having flash backs... or back flashes. Whatever the hell it's called. where you step into a time before. Like reliving. Last thing I remember was writing this blog... I heard voices. Little voices in the Kitchen.
In the kitchen there ... I can't talk about it. It might bring on another Backflash. So let me change the subject.
Let's talk about something a lot more positive... like my amazing adventure in Folsom. I worked as a security guard there... I practiced a mind control technique called Black Dianetics. I learned it from a guy who left some church. He called it "Black Dianetics" and it enables you to control out of control people. I was trying it out as a security guard there. One day while on beat, we had a "code 9 Blue Stat" that's a term meaning we have a major incident.
Turns out some rowdy new guy was trying to cause a riot. He got fifteen different prisoners to start going nuts. They were using the bedsheets as a shield, while they threw shit at the guards. So we moved in. I tried out Black Dianetics for the first time....
One prisoner was snarling at me... and I shouted, "Tell me a time when you lived!"
Like Black Magic, it worked. He stood their frozen, lost in thought. His eyes glazed over. It worked!!!! So I took my black baton and slammed it into his lower jaw.
Next two more left the guards they were fighting and turned on me... they obviously saw I was the Alpha.
"Tell me when you were a father's son!" I shouted at one, and he looked at me perplexed. Before attacking him, I turned to the other prisoner and screamed, "Show me something you couldn't have if you could have it!" He too looked stunned.
Black Dianetics was working. It caused me to confound them. Then I began inflicting the pain of the Folsom Security Guards. While I beat on them, I screamed "You can't breathe." "you are blind" "you are scared of your mama"
According to Black Dianetics, the pain they recieved will be like hypnotic suggestions. They couldn't do shit. Now they are scared of their mama's, and think they're blind! HAHAHAHAHA
Although I heard thye never went blind... I still relish that day. It was my last week on that job. That was a job I had working my way through Harvard. It taught me a lot.. in fact more then Harvard did!
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