Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Month: October 2010

  • 20101012-More Spooks

    The place is crawling with the creepies, besides the “language limitation” and slamming back door, even Scott the white guy coughed near my area. (For fun, I mumble under my breath and pronounce the word “chocolate” or roll the letter “R” in the word “correct” to mimic another accent.

    Anway, there’s a sick hoarder sitting near Scott. The hoarder has lots of plastic containers sitting inside his cubicle – “Big Gulp” containers and several plastic liters of leftover sodas, for examples. If I were the fire marshall, I’d ding that guy for piling “hazardous” waste material in a working environment. The guy is so bony, too! Yuch!

    As for Tess, she looks like Bozo the clown with her VERY bright red lipstick. I can’t figure out if she’s Asian or Filipino. But she’s “bastos” and didn’t seem interested to offer a greeting or smile at the mini-lunch room. I had to say: “Hi!” to the bitch. She’s nuts, smart, talkative, BRASSY loud. AND the snake no longer spews her coughs so loudly: Thanks to John, Obama and pals.

  • 20101012-New Words

    Everday I’m learning new words. Recently a “friendly” commentator to my weblog has used the word(s): “fug“, “fugly“, and “fuglies“.

    Now the first word “fug” means “fucking ugly girl”; while the second set of words “fugly” and “fuglies” is short of “fucking ugly”. I didn’t know those words existed.

    And these words were to describe how she didn’t like bald guys because she thought they were “fugly“. Depending on the guy, some look hot without hair!

  • 20101012-System Shock

    Last night I read a disturbing WordPress.com poem. He’s on my RSS feed. His poems are very deep. And like Mew, he could “read between the lines”.

    I got pissed after reading this poem. The tags of the blog entry defined the meaning behind the poem. For example, one imagery he used is the “pilot’s mask” as “the secret gift”, which reminds me of a mural inside the Denver Airport and something about chemtrails ruining the immunity of people.

    So with my thoughts racing in anger at the world and everyone else, I felt the usual buzz inside my head after logging off the computer. This “annoying discomfort” continued while trying to drift off to sleep.

    As I continued to rant mentally, I felt two series of boosts to the heart charka area – about a one minute or so apart. That “blessing in disguise” helped to “discharge” the radionic devices targeted on my system. After acknowledging the initial energy wave, I sent my “thanks” to the “source(s)”. Of course, the response was the “second blessing”.

    Thank you kindly, friend(s).

  • Cisco’s shortfall an omen for rest of tech world

    In recent news,

    Cisco’s shortfall an omen for rest of tech world
    By JORDAN ROBERTSON, AP Technology Writer Jordan Robertson, Ap Technology Writer –     34 mins ago

    SAN FRANCISCO – A gloomy outlook from Cisco Systems Inc. is shaking some investors’ faith in the strength of the technology industry’s recovery. “The economic environment is still very difficult,” he said.

    “Unemployment remains high. That hasn’t been solved.”He added that “one quarter is too early to call a trend, but it definitely raises a red flag.”

    Well, there goes my temp job from hell. After all, I work in Silicon Valley.

  • Surfing Origin

    To the boys of my heart: Whenever you go out there, remember the history behind surfing:

    Surfing was a central part of ancient Polynesian culture. Surfing was first observed by Europeans at Hawaii in 1767, by the crew members of the Dolphin. Later, Lieutenant James King wrote about the art[1] when completing the journals of Captain James Cook upon Cook’s death in 1779. When Mark Twain visited Hawaii in 1866 he wrote,

    “In one place we came upon a large company of naked natives, of both sexes and all ages, amusing themselves with the national pastime of surf-bathing.”[2]

    References to surf riding on planks and single canoe hulls are also verified for pre-contact Samoa, where surfing was called fa’ase’e or se’egalu (see Kramer, Samoa Islands) and Tonga.

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    They are the ones (of many) who ruined my life. Enjoy yours. See ya.

  • 20101011-Tweaking Again

    By golly! I think I’m actually happy (temporarily) with the multiple-colored appearance of my WordPress.com weblog, thanks in part to the Custom CSS Upgrade. This time the background colors are pastel for the CSS elements:

    • Light blue for the “post title”;
    • Light yellow for the “comment meta”;
    • Light orange for the “blockquote”‘;
    • Light pink for the “post feedback”; and
    • Light green for the “sidebar h2”.

    The overall gray color minimizes the brightness of the white backgrounds of the “header”, “wrapper”, “content” and “sidebar”.

  • Youngest American Billionaires

    So while lurking on recent Yahoo! news, I came across the youngest billionaires in America. I could just cry! And they are young, too! Some are cute. And some are around my age bracket! And here I am slaving away at a temp job that pays minimum wage! So where do I fit in?

    http://www.forbes.com/2010/09/21/forbes-400-youngest-zuckerberg-facebook-google-rich-list-10-young_slide.html?partner=yahoo

  • Youngest American Billionaires | Forbes.com

    Youngest American Billionaires

    So while lurking on recent Yahoo! news, I came across the youngest billionaires in America. I could just cry! And they are young, too! Some are cute. And some are around my age bracket! And here I am slaving away at a temp job that pays minimum wage! So where do I fit in?

     

  • Cutting Nails

    For the first time in my life, I cut my nails outdoors! The skies are crispy and blue! Tick! Tick! Tick! I let the pieces fall 3/4 of the block around work during my afternoon walk for 15 minutes or so. I got so fed up at work, that I had to let out stress by cutting my nails. Of course, that mean I couldn’t use my sunshield of an umbrella and got some sunlight to burn my arms in an uneven tan. I hate that but it was the only way to trim the nails to ten of my fingers. At least the sun warmed me up a bit as I sit here at work while the air conditioner continues to freeze us to death.

  • 20101011-More Spooks

    Again, the white, unmarked vans took off from their corner stake out. The twosome had left earlier than me because I took a shower late, had to pack my lunch and do other things, like hose down this morning’s condensation left over on my car (and a small gnat on the right passenger door).

    When I was putting away the garden hose at around 7:40am, one unmarked van took off. The other van stayed put until I left the scene.

    Then at around 10:50am during this morning’s late break, an SJPD squad car took off upon my arrival and made a right. It had its yellow running lights going left. Then another squad car (which was “out of service”) made a left instead.

    Nothing else was usual except one older guy looked my way from his truck and a big white guy in a big white SUV asking two white guys walking around the eBay area for direction.

  • 20101011-Bored Again

    I’m bored again. In just one hour, I’ve finished scheduling new orders. If I took over two more families, then the scheduling would be done in two hours. I don’t know how the other two temps could fake working hard. Then again there’s more work to be done but those backlogs are down to nothing and the full-time workers (with their benefit package) could pick-up where we low-paid temp workers left off.

    No wonder this temp job assignment is only good for six months! It’s not worth being here full-time! It’s so friggin’ boring and mindless! My mind is already rotting from lack of challenges and minimum pay rate. Instead of working, I’d rather invest in giving people job – those damn bums! I’m an entrepreneur but without MY CAPITAL returned to moi, I cannot move forward. Get it?

  • 20101009-More Spooks

    So late Saturday evening, Maw and Paw were talking long distance over the phone. I was trying take a nap upstairs and could hear the boisterous conversation from mostly Maw. Then at around midnight and after over one hour of talk time, a copter made several passes directly over our home. I guess the Homeland Insecurity team and pals couldn’t figure out what was going on with an elderly couple having a good time. And so after a few minutes of fly-bys, the noise stopped and so did the talkative ones.