This temp guy won’t friggin’ stay in his cubicle! He came over, inquired if I was browsing Google and started asking about how to do screen shots. I had to show him the friggin’ `Print Screen` button on the keyboard. I told him he could try the intranet and help desk features, which he should have found out on his own. Apparently we girls are smarter than that.
I gave him sort of a dirty look – like go away freak and browse the internet over there. Cooties!
Anyway, he is too nosy, too. Today we had lunch again for the second time. He inquired of the exact state back east where I came from, what language I spoke at home, just like the other smelly guy yesterday when a temp girl called in sick yesterday and other personal stuff like what university I graduated and such.
The temp girl is more professional. She doesn’t hang out with anyone but goes home to her mother’s for lunch. Next time I won’t join him for lunch. But if I do, I’ll let him talk. Next thing he’ll want to know is my bank account number, Social Security number, weight, height, age, race, culture, habits, whatever.
He seems to know more about two personnels here – one working for 26 years, the other for 16 years — and about how the production plant from here has been moved abroad. I went on to say it was okay for open borders so people could visit their hometown folks.
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