Day: November 28, 2007

  • 20071128-Helping Hands

    My skin ruptures:
    Cracked dry like the desert from lack of moisture
    That no bottled water could rehydrate
    From handling old files dated since the 1930’s

    My skin bleeds:
    Sliced opened by papers made of chopped down trees
    That no bottled lotion could soften or sooth
    From washing with harsh soap to form ragged cuticles

    My skin bruises:
    Colored purple from kneeling down in submission
    That no bottled tears could contain
    From working hard to repair my life of bad credit

    My helping hands do more than suffer.
    They heal those near and far.
    Or punch the lights out of adversaries.
    Or flick off anyone with humorous delight.

    In return, won’t you lend me your helping hand — pretty please, with sugar on it? I guess not.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20071128-Job Sucks

    I say, ‘Yuck!’ to temporary jobs. The place reeks of old-timers and moo-cows. I was in the basement (or dungeon) for two hours (12:30PM to 02:30PM ) before the moo-cow of a supervisor said I could stop after complaining to her about almost passing out from lack of proper ventilation by the stale, musky smell of dusty papers dating back since the 1920’s.

    It’s a good thing that I brought ‘Kali-Maw’s make-shift dust mask (made for ‘Shiva-Paw’s gardening outdoors) and had that over my nose and mouth the whole time. I’m sure moo-cow saw me when she inquired as to how I was doing. Idiots should have known. No wonder those stacks of paper was not filed by another old-timer. They know noone could breathe in those fumes!

    Her fat cr*p of a reason was that those are retention record. I say bull-cr*p! What if I were mugged or haunted all alone down there in that horrible place? If I were the health and safety officer for this state of ‘The Terminator’, I’d can the place fast. There is no reason to file all these papers for auditing trails. This place should scan those documents instead.

    When I returned to the main building where the accounting department is located, I couldn’t breathe. Is this place so cheap that they’d cut down on the ventilation here, too? It smells like stale food and sometimes burnt popcorn from the lunchroom area, which is used for the ping-pong table and for conferencing because there is no other room. It gets loud here sometimes.

    I know you ‘watchers’ are reading my blogs. I hate George and that temporary agency. I wonder why he was being too fast in describing what the heck I signed up for — which is more work for less pay, of course. I didn’t care knowing that I needed money right away and that I would get the heck out after six months anyway. I don’t want to work there full-time!

    The cross-training in that area is way over my head. I still don’t have my picture I.D. but my computer network I.D. works, except the email program. This level of government is typically slow. I could die here. It’s only good for those ready to retire. The faces of these people look old, too, from working as long as ten (10) years here! Some are nice but they are only there for one main reason — money. Die, losers! Yuck!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20071128-Beautiful Future

    ‘The future is beautiful.’
    Thy will be done.
    I am my brother’s keeper.
    There’s only One.

    ‘The future is beautiful.’
    No doom and gloom
    Don’t look back at the grim reaper.
    Begone hell’s tomb!

    Two stanzas based on two articles from two different forums.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.