So that temporary job up in Union City, CA didn’t sit too well with me. The cubicle is friggin’ filthy! The last name of the person who is supposed to be off for two or three weeks vacation looks Vietnamese. It figures.
There are boxes and bag opened on the floor everywhere! There are rubber bands, pens and pencils everywhere! There are paper plates, paper knives and paper forks everywhere! The photo copies of live checks are not locked!
There is dust everywhere! The air vent turns on TOO cold and is located in front of me but one cubicle over. I had to wear my hat and sneezed from post nasal drip! The supervisor kept sneezing in my airspace! WTF?
There are three to four women who have hair loss! I think that place is contaminated with radiation! It happens to be a manufacturing place and the workers are out in the back wing of the building. Does this mean there is something in the friggin’ air? WTF?
I will NOT work at that place! After my two weeks assignment is finished, I’m out of there! My car won’t make it either! The HR who gave me an one hour orientation had those color-contact lenses that make Asians look like they have staring, rounded snake eyes.
If I were the auditor, I’d mark them up for good: You assholes! I hate you, Pete!
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