The place I work at has too many Asians. The `manager` who signs off on our time sheets for our temporary agency may be intelligent but says the stupidest things to his fellow male co-workers. The type of Asians I’m referring to are the Vietnamese and Chinese. The Japanese co-workers and more Americanized, younger generations are more professional and modern.
For example, during the luncheon last week, the fool with a typical strong Asian accent said something to an Asian Indian about how one of the business planners might kill him. The one he is referring to is a very good looking Asian Indian, too. Compared to us older broads, she is a kid really. In another meeting, the damn Vietnamese guy again joked to the same Asian Indian about letting her have a larger office. The poor guy could only laugh at these type of jokes.
Again, these Asians think they are joking but for the rest of us they are fools. Okay, do you know where I really work? It’s one of the other building near the eBay headquarters in San Jose, CA.
I swear, there are MAJOR cultural differences. And yesterday, he was joking again with another one of his Vietnamese co-workers, who has been in this company for over 26 years as per Hoan N. – the temp guy from the same head hunting agency as mine. The seasoned one is always smiling and knows more than the manager about operations. Plus, he looks more like, I don’t know, an Asian Indian or Hindi with a mustache.
Anyway, the fool came within ear shot of my desk and said: “That’s crazy!” You know what? I really don’t care!
Yesterday, Theresa D. gave me two slices of her spicy-looking cake, which she made at home. It was spiked with sherry and I didn’t feel much except maybe happier that someone remembered me. It was the day I forgot my large banana as snack and my damn tummy was growling in anger. She was being louder as she headed out the backdoor at around 5:30pm. She’s a better behaved Vietnamese compared the the damn fool I have to work with.
In spite of my observations, I don’t like people who are callus and hard-working. I’ll admit I love the job and people. But I hate working and the boring tasks. Besides being able to take my usual breaks (unlike my previous job of hard-work and dedication), there is actually nice trees to shade me while walking around in circles.
I’ve yet to try the eBay campus but lo and behold the security truck was nearby earlier this week. It was parked on the corner of the campus. I gave it a piece of my mind by showing the bottom of my shoes as I crossed over Orchard Parkway and in front the shiny, mirrored-like logo to the workplace.
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