For whatever reason, Hoan is very troubled about JenJen taking an assumed role as leader of the three of us. He keeps emailing me of his complaint and in one of my response to him was to let the “boss” know.
During lunch time together downstairs, the VERY inquisitive (or nosy) yet VERY informative turd just started to complain too much. And all I could tell him is to let the twit do whatever she wants because there is no “right or wrong”.
He mentioned that she didn’t have working experience in a “large company” but I liked her style because she knows how to “butter up” people, like moi, and to get along with the guys with her sports and other normal social conversation.
I went off loudly again about my background experience with auditing, how I was WELL vetted in a VERY large (federally contracted) company and my other thoughts about what I’m seeing. My working career did NOT involve being controversial but FAILING to speak up. Do you know why?
It’s status quo. Workers are paid to do the job with little or no complaint what so ever. Employers like stupid people, like JenJen, but friendly and pretty enough to keep the mostly BOYS happy. Fundamentally, employers want to minimize the pay rate; so that’s where the both of us come in.
Just sit there and process and look the part. I suggested to Hoan that I could tell Phan that I’m not interested in the position and recommend that Hoan work with his nemesis, JenJen. That would be a great punishment for the both of them for playing me with their method, a word they each used once in my air space.
As for Hoan the temp agency told him his last day is in the middle of next month. So far my head hunter didn’t notify me of my demise, which means I may get to be converted to a full-time, back door wall flower earning MINIMUM wage (after deductions and taxes, of course). Whoo! Hoo!
So you see folks. I’m playing deaf, dumb, blind and mute. Why? I’m here to observe and report back how I like Steve’s clear explanation of the processes to the auditors (two of whom I saw eating behind me during lunch from the reflection of the glass windows to the assembly area in front of me) and how I like to make mumbling and burping noises at my desk out of sheer friggin’ boredom.
Even Tess cracked a feigned smile at me en route back to her desk from the printer nearby. Then a nice, tall, bald, older white chap conversed with me as my purse got caught in the door handle and how it could have meant to work harder but that I’m only temp and don’t think so! Neat!
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