Here are my boring notes:
To TPTB and pals, the temp job from hell is violating health and safety rules. The air is recirculated with that stupid fan and there is NO fresh air. F-ck you all. The job is bogus and was conveniently “given” to me prior to election. Stupid.
1602. Saw Laura walk fast past the lunch room where I made my usual 1600 phone call to Maw for her medication. F-ck you, bitch. Keep tracking me down. The more I will complain. F-ck. You people have full-time workers with health insurance and you dare stick me into a job that violates air quality? Huh? F-cking should file a real report. F-ck! Even the State has better regulations than these private businesses.
1547. Scribbled on a yellow sticky note: BRING DUST MASK IN CASE THE FAN BLOWS TOO STRONG!
1544. Laura told me that a fan is back there as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. I didn’t tell her about my call. It’s up to these two Democratic chumps for f-ck off. F-cking sticking me in a job that was intentionally set for filing in a dirty place with my new clean clothes. F-ck you, bastards!
1528. Heard a gonging noise and looked to see a Mexicano from facilities carrying a tall, black fan for the damn ARCHIVE AREA. I refused to go inside that hell hole.
1500. I called Ruben the head hunter and complained to him about the ARCHIVE AREA and the loud music over head. He will talk to his client and get back to me until tomorrow. Yeah, right! Bastards. You are waiting for me make a move without telling me NOT to go inside. Bastards. I told you HEALTH and SAFETY is an OSHA issue. I made my report now it’s up TPTB and pals to extract me from this bogus job. WTF? Losers!
He said inquired if the loud music affected my performance as long as I unhooked my hearing aide. He cannot guarantee anything about the loud music. “Oh,” he said. “I bet you didn’t know,” I said. F-ckers.
1405. Went to Laura’s office about how I can NOT breath in the ARCHIVE AREA. Expressed concern over my Health and Safety. She said we could find someone else to do it if that is what I want. I didn’t reply. She just shrugged her shoulder. F-ckers. Of course, later on a few minutes, she told me that she requested facilities to get a big, tall fan and to turn it off at night. I still refused to go inside that damn place.
1350. Learned of codes per “schedule” on the back of the EER: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Cocktail, Personal Entertainment and Other. While working here for the past eight days, I can’t help but wonder if prostitution is part of the seller’s deal.
1300. Took ONE HOUR to photocopy a stack of “Employee Expense Report” intentionally to avoid filing in the ARCHIVE AREA. I refuse to go in there. F-ckers die in hell! I took more time until 1346 to verify the photocopies against the EER.
1220. Returned from my lunch down the hall and saw a darkly shaded, short pasty white man coming from the receptionist area. He cleared his throat loudly upon my location and I called him “snake” under my breathe after clearing my throat. I told you I don’t f-cking care about working in this place of druken lizards. Stupid, bogus job from hell. WTF? Polluting my sectors with their unholy presence!
1156. Met Emmy the Filipina again. She was looking for the back up paperworks and showed me some that I did NOT recognize.
1123. Had a De Ja Vu when I saw “AR55211” as if something to do was going to happen. Forgot to mention the first day or so of meeting a Mexicano named David. Shook his right hand, which felt reptilian/harsh/rough. The whole place is crawling with freaks.
1115. Saw Laura walked by fast. Can tell she is using her peripheral vision/looking out of left corner of eye at me. I was pretending to work because the f-ckers are pretending to be tied up with work. Slowed down my work tremendously, too.
1057. Learned of generic sequence of paperwork: Invoice, followed by Purchase Order | Original, Purchasing, Accounting, and File.
1044. Learned of generic sequence of paperwork: Invoice and Delivery Order (similar to Work Order and Purchase Order).
1003. Came out of building to walk around parking lot during my mid-morning break. Saw seven chumps patrolling the parking lot while holding lime green and orange flags. Could hear the high heels as rhythmic horse hooves.
Called Maw and reported how Laura and pals wanted me to file their stupid “Employee Expense Reports”. I mentioned that filing is for stupid/younger people who need experience. Instead they give OVER-QUALIFIED/older farts like me to finish the task of the same age bracket.
0940. Was “forced” to file, which is supposed to be the lowest of low priority. Noticed how the data entry slowed down after one week and three days of my service. This place is intentionally holding “meaningful” work instead of giving this stupid job to a high school student who needed the job/money more than me.
0936. Learned how to enter vendor number for Freight/Customer via the “Inventory Services” tab of the workflow image.
0925. Stapled copies of checks to check request forms and caught one naughty error in which a check had the wrong address. Labled the cover sheet: “Pull Check!”
0815. Arrived early to work. Usually caught in traffic until 0830. Noticed Laura pretending to ask Claudia about a file. Instead she was snooping on my time of arrival.
To TPTB and pals, get me out of this temp job from hell. It’s BOGUS.
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