So that’s how it goes with this damn company. People are finding out information about each other more than necessary. That’s what happened last month. I revealed a lot of personal stuff, which is good because it means they can’t force me to spend what I don’t have! I notice how certain “spooks” are assigned to assess the other person or the temporary workers. That’s what happened with my former micro-manager, Corinne. She’d take us out to lunch at company expense and ask lots of personal questions.
No wonder Mike can speak a few Filipino words to moi — to gain my confidence. No wonder Steve keeps getting up and following JenJen to either the restroom or mini-lunch room. WTF? No wonder the thugs wearing mostly black clothing wave at JenJen. No wonder gays and lesbians look at me funny. No wonder at least two obviously bald guys walk up and down my aisle. It’s no wonder that this company has outsourced the bulk of its production to HONG KONG! It’s a mostly Asian-based company!
Do you want to know something? Go screw yourselves, losers! Get a life and stop labeling me! Don’t you get it? I’m an American and don’t have anything do with Asians! That’s right! I hate being Asian! I hate being an Oreo, too – marshmallow goodness on the inside and chocolate sinful on the outside. That’s right! Just because I have dark hair and small, slanted eyes doesn’t mean I’m Asian! Okay, fine! I’m Asian. If it’s easier for you freaks to figure me out – I’m Asian! Get it? Sheesh!
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