LOOKING FOR PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Prospective Applicant,


Hello looking for PERSONAL ASSISTANT, to keep up with all of my activities .

I am Glenn Sanchez, a Successful Entrepreneur, investor and an Independent Consultant.I travel a lot, within and outside the US
working on various projects, this is why I need a PERSONAL ASSISTANT, to keep up with all of my activities especially when i am out of town.

Please note that you are being hired only on a personal level. All
correspondences would be made and promptly reported to me personally. The position is part time and home-based for now meaning you can work most times from your home as long as you have a regular internet access. You are also hired on a trial basis for now until we are able to see how well we fit in, this however does not affect your weekly wage. Most of your activities will be carried out locally and most official packages will be delivered via posts. You will be actively involved in my personal, business and financial life. In summary, your activities as my assistant amongst other things will include;

* A personal reminder for Schedules, programs, flights and keeping me up to
date with them as they come up;
* Carrying out specific projects and research;
* Making regular contacts and drop-offs on my behalf.
* Handling and monitoring financial activities.
* Processing and taking charge of weekly payments and purchases.
* General
clerical activities.

Basic wage is $450 a week. Any extra personal expenses (transport, gas, etc) incurred by you while on an errand or otherwise will also be reimbursed by me at the end of each working month. This position is very flexible and it is difficult judging the exact number of hours you will be doing,just bear it in mind that there will be busier weeks than others with a steady pay. Working with me is basically about instructions and following them. There is also a very sensitive issue on trust, dedication and accountability which I believe will resolve itself as time goes on. This is only an introductory e-mail, as time goes on we should be able to arrange a proper meeting to get things started officially. I am currently in Canada, for business. However, I do have a number of work you can get done prior to my arrival next month. I have provided a short questionnaire below for you to fill and return ( I understand you sent the resume
but this is important for my records and personal review);

Your Full Name:
Full Address with Apt Number(IF ANY):
City, State and Zip:
Cell/mobile phone number:
Home phone number:
Sex:
Age:
Current Employer:
Email:

I know it would have really been proper to meet and talk about this job in person but I am away in Canada as I said earlier, but my account officer is in the states, so if you fit the criteria and TRUSTWORTHY, I will like you to start working on my behalf and we will proceed with other modalities upon my arrival next month.

Once your employment is confirmed with me, your first paycheck will be sent and made payable to you immediately to start work. The paycheck will include first week salary, transportation and welfare, funds for artworks supplies and shipping. Further information will be given to you on how to handle the funds and artwork collections and storage and what they will be meant for
too.

I hope you can be available for me immediately before I arrive, it certainly can act as a stable foundation to our impending working relationship. I hope am clear and I await your immediate detailed reply?

Warmest Regards,
Jeremy Mason

Customer Insights Survey!!!

Dear Prospective Shopper,

We are currently accepting limited number of applications from competent shoppers to evaluate Western Union's services and programs, both in-store and on their Website.

Job Description & Responsibilities;

(1) As our shopper posing as normal customers, you will be required to visit the nearest outlet near you to perform specific tasks such as purchasing a product or using a service.
(2) Funds will be provided in form of a Certified Check to cover the expenses of evaluating the outlet.
(3) While there, you will secretly evaluate things like customer service, store cleanliness and quality of service rendered.
(4) Upon completion of the survey you're to simply send us an E-mail with your rating of the store.

Payment Terms;

You will receive a flat sum of $200.00 per assignment. It's fun and rewarding. There is no charge to become a volunteer and You do not require any special skills for this opening.

Application Procedure;

We would like you to participate because it's Fun & Rewarding, please fill out the Application below as we hope to Welcome You to PineCone Research ;

Full Names:
Address Line 1:
Address Line 2:
City:
State:
Zip Code:
Home Phone Number:
Cell / Mobile Phone Number:

We're dedicated to providing our customers the best services possible, and you can help!

Thank you.

PineCone Research™
50 West Rivercenter Blvd. Ste 600
Convington, KY 41011-5813
Copyright (c) 2013 PineCone Research™
UNITED STATES

Customer Insights Survey!!!

Dear Prospective Shopper,

We are currently accepting limited number of applications from competent shoppers to evaluate Western Union's services and programs, both in-store and on their Website.

Job Description & Responsibilities;

(1) As our shopper posing as normal customers, you will be required to visit the nearest outlet near you to perform specific tasks such as purchasing a product or using a service.
(2) Funds will be provided in form of a Certified Check to cover the expenses of evaluating the outlet.
(3) While there, you will secretly evaluate things like customer service, store cleanliness and quality of service rendered.
(4) Upon completion of the survey you're to simply send us an E-mail with your rating of the store.

Payment Terms;

You will receive a flat sum of $200.00 per assignment. It's fun and rewarding. There is no charge to become a volunteer and You do not require any special skills for this opening.

Application Procedure;

We would like you to participate because it's Fun & Rewarding, please fill out the Application below as we hope to Welcome You to PineCone Research ;

Full Names:
Address Line 1:
Address Line 2:
City:
State:
Zip Code:
Home Phone Number:
Cell / Mobile Phone Number:

We're dedicated to providing our customers the best services possible, and you can help!

Thank you.

PineCone Research™
50 West Rivercenter Blvd. Ste 600
Convington, KY 41011-5813
Copyright (c) 2013 PineCone Research™
UNITED STATES

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Last Days for the Matriarch Butterfly

clings to the trunk with a zillion other flubbers
not ready to go on, not ready to ease up the flex-
ing motion that had always served so well,
still thinking ahead to moisture, to sun, to the tilt of the planet,
not thinking deeply, as that distracts from the flubflub
flub of the groove of airspace allowed by neighbors
not missing the sweetness of past field flowers
or the joy of contrast in the wood, or by the sand,
just steady on the bark, under the branch pointing South
giving lift to the next tigered patch of citizens,
giving all that can be spared,
with just a little marmalade pot for tomorrow

Why care

When there is nothing to care about?
No trees to sit under
no paths to walk.

Why care at all?
With no happy faces
or friendly eyes
and threats and stares along every corner.

Why pick up trash around the neighborhood or dress in bright colors,
when the world around you just shivers at the sight?

I ask myself these questions. The whys and hows of the neighborhood.

Living in a place where few care,
and we all watch it rot little by little

Traveling On

We need to travel on
I say it.
You say it.

The world moves
Animals roam on and away.

I am stuck in place.

I lift my feet and they feel like
concrete.
You try to walk around and your ankles
are in quicksand.

The wind moves.
Plants spray their seeds and histories around.

We need to move on.
Travel on.

We need superheroes

Everyday I read another sad story.
A woman with acid burning her flesh
A pleading call to end a gang rape.

Lives ended because of assaults
On duty or just walking home from work.

I wish for the superheroes I read about.
Those that watched from a far and protected people.

Those superwomen and supermen
were there and swooped in, spoke the truth, and tried to find justice.

Those super people in my comics
cartoons and movies were fiction.

I wish for today and tomorrow they were real.

Luck

No way. I know you, rabid foot.
You clobber for no relief, you do.

Hearse shoe, maybe.
Loitering ticket.
Leprecan't.

Look. I broke my body basically
when I pushed you, lady.
Frankly, I was down on you

but no gold pot shimmered
below the rainbow
after all the rain was through.

So I left (excerpt)

So I left
I told you I would leave
there was no reason for me to stay
the agreement was broken and when you break an agreement
well, it's broke, everything that held it together...broke
not just damaged but broke...
broke to the point where it can't be put back together again...broke
you know like Humpty Dumpty falling off the wall...remember him...
So yea, I left
and I told you I would leave
and now you want me to come back
because you're now beyond that mid-life crisis...
you've given up porn/x-box/x-girlfriend/recent marraige and pork
you are now older/wiser and awwww...lonely...
your words not mine...ok...hmmmmm...I say to that...
there's something very valuable in forgiveness...
I have forgiven you for letting me go and...
I have forgiven myself for dishonoring our agreement of sticking in there "no matter what"
but I would be remissed not to honor myself and quietly, zen-like, with a faint smile...
simply walk away from this one...
I told you...told you good and often that I would leave if...
well, we don't really need to revisit what happened when...do we? No...ohmmmmm....
shhhhhh...soooo...I left...

Shonnese C.L. Coleman
www.everflowingpoetics.info

The Missing Days (Which I Spent in Utah)

An illness, or an injury, is, or can be, the body's way of expressing doubt:
my jammed fingers, your infection and grumbling gut.  At the Walmart
(again), when you need the cranberry supplements, and when
I make a suggestion about what might be a better place to park the
car and sleep, you get your pills, but I get shut down.

I am hoarse, psychosomatically, and tired all the time,
and get psychosomatic headaches that reveal to me
disappointing similarities between myself and my father.

And in the Virgin River, where we're playing with the current,
crawling upstream against it, then capitulating and letting
ourselves be borne back down, my left middle and ring fingers
hit a rock and are bent almost backward.  (A sharp, distinct feeling,
not past week's dead irritation.)  Two days later, the bruise is still growing.

The missing days

Everyday there is another hidden below the layers of the present.

It is the missing days of paths undiscovered.

Choices unmade and unnoticed.

Everyone has these days, the ones we wish we could change-

go back to and alter.

If we opened these days,
Like chopping through a thick skinned fruit.

We would see all the layers of days that never happened,
loves never loved
friends never met
events that were on the side of the periphery.

Those missing days, by the millions stack up

until they are seen and wondered about.

JULY 9

there’s an army outside my house.

an invisible collection of bulldozers

steamrollers, jackhammers,

god-knows-what-else equipment

for ripping up the old road

and laying down a fresh one.

invisible because I haven’t looked

I’ve only listened --

it sounds like

men are yelling and crushing

cement with hand tools.

trucks are beeping rhythmically

as they roll backwards

or pour their guts into gaping

holes in the street.

it’s loud but I love

to wake up early and feel

everything inside and around

me rearranging

improving.

The waning days

Each day stretches slowly across a canvas.

You blink and only a second goes by.

It is waning days

Where hours are like dripping oil
That makes you wish for warp speed
Or the semblance of quick moments

sand monster

ground away glass, a little
danger, a little bit, noted and hidden
safely tucked. I bought the wrong
kind of bag, a weak kind of bag.

Some one punched me, and I with a weak bag in my hands
held up like a shield, cowed by a breeze

shards of rocks past, secret fungal city
a little bit, a little danger, noted, hidden
away I went, and back, unaccomplished as ever

My nose hurts because I think someone punched me
ground away, a little, glass just a little
I think someone threw a glass of juice at me
not even liquor not even anything
but just juice, it hit me, i think, the glass

ground up away, a little glass
my nose, the wrong kind of bag
I want a window, to welcome, to see

BIRDS

I never knew what faith was
I began to look for it at a very young age
I looked for it in the strangest places
It became my secret
I mostly looked in cities
And then in foreign cities and languages
And in run down houses
and smelly fish markets
and markets in summer where whole animals hung out
and the flies gathered
and cheese ripened to perfection
and then it got too ripe and spoiled
I looked for it in romance and in sex
The more complicated and passionate the better
I thought it must be there
I looked for it in train compartments
and sometimes in stations
believing it must be in transit
en route
and somewhere along the way
I got swept away
but I never found anything truely
resembling faith

Until people began to die
and loss hollowed me out
to practically nothing
I grew thin
and started to think about those flies
and then I saw the birds
who came as if to say
look dear
look at this,
look at me!

Medusa Lived Nine Hundred Years

(for Stephanie, who sings  Porgy and Bess the way she hears it)

Things that you're liable, hmm hmm hmm, Bible,
It ain't necessarily so, I tell her.
She nods up and down,
disagreeing from the neck down.

She sings the next verse, barely able to keep laughter from breaking the rhythm.
The oldest man in the Western tradition is swapped for a snakehead.
She laughs and repeats in a loop
her revision of miracle for monster
patriarchy near-incarnate stoned by vipers in the brain.

deep lez

a choice: forego all ritual
or pursue it
in your cut off shorts.
the tapping of the pot top
on the pot and the clicks
of the fan pull
caught in the fan
pull my mind away from
my body      i admire
the holiness
of your knowledge,
the way it lets you be naked.
we are "ships in the night"
and we are going for a spin.

Visceral That

Sense that I’m on the other side of the globe, the part you spin 
 to, back of the world, thump thump, not as hollow as it used to be -

A string of the known through your spine, wound through the viscera, roping,

 ineffectually, the yellow clouds of fat (so pulpy! so busy organizing deathdates!) -

An Earth balled on the top of paired feet, as tipped toes lift, lift,
 lower... point and pull the ever ignored front of the ankle, a vie for attention –

A philosophy of spinning ears, of plates of sound, an upshower of lights and bedrock dirt
 smells and rocksparks and histories too slow to know, too small and fast to be our data…

Much ballyhoo over birthdays, when the everydays earn those blown candles.