After I left college– I had a bit of a slow start. I went with Boeing and they really did not want me to work too hard. I am still not sure why. I saw a couple of my college classmates at your wedding and wish I had kept in touch. For whatever reason– we did not. I saw JoAnn sometimes but have not talked to her in a long time.
I went by your site today. I am worried. Why? Because whenever I ask why– there are a bunch of people over my shoulder also asking why. I wish we were all here together.
After I left Boeing– I think they decided I wanted to work. I went with GE for a short period– [think a bunch of tests] and then on to Rockwell. I met what now appears to be an x of one of my white aunts. I am kind of surprised– however I still think it is my manager/employee relationship with this man [John Winston] that should be studied when trying to assess whether I am going to cater to others.
Why am I writing to you? Because I did visit your site today– and did ask why. Others do the same and I wanted to tell you.
I also wanted to tell you about all the interesting things I learned to do while at Rockwell. I wish that the world and my country were more the blissful place I imagined and not this petty place I find my self reeling from.
I could be doing so many neat things with my skills– yet I find myself, when not trying to avoid some idiot that has a problem with “no” [not talking about my mother here]– concerned that all of my hard work will be somehow hijacked.
I know you are smart. I wish I dealt in a smart world of can do people– all working on the same side. It is not clear to me what is happening and I am sorry I had to learn all of this– later in life rather than earlier. I so liked my decent world. If no one tells you there is indecency– then one could go on believing it only exists in news stories– in far off places. I lived a sheltered life so everyone could slap me into reality later on? Why? And maybe that slapping was too loud given I did not even know my aunt [not even really my aunt] may have had a child with Dennis one of our college chums. Did you know?
I am tired of saying– I did not know– but what does this have to do with me anyway? Am I embarrassed that my college friends were told my relatives were up at thanksgiving and there for a good time? No. I am sad everyone knew but me. But why would anyone think they could slap me around in the loud manner that I have been slapped around? Do you know? I am baffled by what I am seeing. I am also tired of hardheaded pompous people.
I want to move forward– with can do people that want to move ahead. Unfortunately a lot of people think this is with their monitoring or guidance. Rockwell gets– I do not need this. So why don’t others get it? I am not sure– all I can think to tell these idiots– “Asia and India” said thank you.
By the way– did I forget to tell you– I own a business– QiSoftware?
My Best,
Regina
This is not a secret message. This is a message to an old college chum. I have no secrets…. Since my visit earlier– I keep asking who do you think I am paying and why?










