Well, I really hate working here. There are too many weird personalities. Humanity is full of creepy people.
One tall, white guy walked past my desk towards the back door with a ripe banana in his mouth. You guys are morons. My sugar level spikes from that fruit so I won’t be eating that for snack. I don’t want to pass out during work.
The Chinese guy, whom I told to shut up under my breath two weeks ago now sports a tinted shade, almost like red. He is possessed. Anyone who wears that colored shade has a devil inside.
Another guy wandered around as if he is looking beyond the cubicles and straight ahead for some invisible person. He was wearing dark-colored clothing and I couldn’t see his badge attached to his left pants pocket.
There is this double-chinned, Mexicano with a bald, tanned head and big nose like a Mayan. He is almost exactly my height. He works for Securitas downstairs. For whatever reason, he hardly smiles at anyone except JenJen, who is a mixed breed. He must have had a “hard knock life” or is acting like another “kalaboso” (or wanna-be thug with his pants hanging loose). These people are so obvious.
At around 1:00pm today, I sort of rushed right behind him as he swiped his badge. He hardly held the door opened for me. And I mumbled under my breath twice: “Bastos! Bastos!” As he rubbed his nose in the reflective mirror in front of us, I gave him a two finger up my nose. I had my black gloves on.
He went to the Mexicana, who too has a poker face, like JenJen and Steve. She usually reads a book.
So there you have it folks. This place is crawling with weirdos who pretend to be working hard, when they are just hanging on to their stupid jobs.
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