From 3:30pm to 5:30pm, there was a mandatory company meeting, even for us temporary workers. Our badge ID was to the left of our full name and followed by a box, of which we check marked our attendance. There are 5,250 employees in Q310 compared to 7,900 in 2006. Gross margin and operating margin are up and the company is number one in their market base.
I must say, there were lots of older and taller people – serious-looking, scary reptoids. How do I know? After the closing speech by the CEO of the company, he made his way off the stage to “his left” and let a a couple of brief flicks of his tongue, just sort of in front of my intersection on aisle letter “E” at seat number “112”. I faked a tongue flick while still seated and clapping my hands.
As others stood up, ready to leave the slower traffic to my right, I took the faster traffic to my right where Theresa and her reptilian, white boss where walking. I didn’t like the face of that boss. When I turned my head to the left to look at the reptoid prior to the start of the event, I just sensed she didn’t seem happy that I stared at her. That woman had facial bumps just like the CEO.
I took pictures of the banners, mannequins wearing T-shirts and even the DJ. I was the only one dancing stupidly, or rather shuffling in my hot, red blazer which cooked me initially during the meeting that I sustained a post nasal drip, which made me cough with my eyes closed!
The food was cheese and regular pizza, croissant stuffed with spinach, pot-stickers with pork, buffalo wings (red), bbq wings (charcoal), mini-hamburgers with onion, and three more South Asian Indian food of chicken on stick and triangular-shaped crunchy stuff. Drink was the Santa Clara Convention water and carbonated soda, which I rarely touch nowadays.
The temp girl actually sat to my right during the presentation. I briefly saw the temp guy walk with his Viet people. The tall guy was talking with other people. I talked with the tall guy, Allen, who was kind enough to inquire about Maw and Paw and I of his new wife, Yesenia. I saw cute guys. One pause in front of me so I could barely see his name tags.
I really want to see this “Randy V.” He is a honest Joe, who must be rewarded lunch, Starbuck and/or the ring itself for his significant other for all I care. He turned in my missing, simulated diamond ring at the Securitas area where Roger, the cute, tall Chicano lad, handed me my fake bling of real 14K gold. I swear love his squinty eyes. His hair is grown in – much better. Maybe he’s a tongue flicker too but that’s saved for his girlfriend/wife, if any. Hehehe!
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