Well, the place is still crawling with spooks. This morning there was a pear-shaped, white guy waiting at the corner of a financial place. Upon my arrival at the particular corner intersection, he fumbled in his right pocket and pulled out a cellphone, obviously to phone in my presence. He was wearing very small shades and was balding.
As for Tess K., she seemed frustrated that I couldn’t sing the background refrain “Turn around” during Saturday’s karaoke party at the VP’s “regular house” up in Pleasanton, CA by rubbing her forhead (or third eye chakra). Corrinne A. and Leoni R. were also two other former co-workers, who would rub their foreheads around my presence. I guess I’m “rubbing off” on them too much. Hahaha!
The other two spooks continue to email their sentiments with each other. I’m intentionally leaving my sentiments via emails as an audit trail that TPTB stuck me in this “temp job from hell”. Again I should be grateful for inheriting “fishy scales” to a lesser degree but I wouldn’t know and really don’t care. So back off, you morons!
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