Well, I hated my first gig from 1400 to 1730. The place is “free-willie”, meaning people are supposed to figure things out of their own. And so I sat there for one hour fiddling around with a stupid spreadsheet and a “test” application, which won’t go “live” until around noontime when I’m supposed to report to work. I sent two emails – one addressing my “concern” and another following-up to “acclimate” – to my “headhunter”.
This kid’s breath smelled really bad while he was cross-training me and i hope I won’t get sick. As a matter of fact, I blew out a green/red booger from my deviated septum/left nostril. I was messing with him because he looked like he needed a break to take care of his “personal” issue, which is why he had to take time off tomorrow and the following day. I don’t know if he’ll be back next week.
I played dumb and wasn’t understanding his raspy voice/bad English/soft voice. So he got frustrated/mad and wrote down the first three notes for me and I ended up scribbling the next stuff for my reference. He said that the Excel spreadsheet and/or test application are meant for me to see how the old version looked and the difficulty of how he cleaned up the crap. Thanks.
While pretending to work, I was trying to move music files between two accounts via my old/small smartphone unsuccessfully. I was able to create a new folder for Thanksgiving Day and Saturday evening (after receiving the line of songs from the leads this afternoon). After dinner at home, I managed to copy/paste duplicate music from my BIG/online/paid account to a faster/smaller/unpaid shared account. I had to move/rename the Respond and Acclaim folder.
So he interrupted me and I learned that the boss doesn’t like to be “bothers”. So I understand the frustration of the kid. Bahaha! Anyway, the boss is an old/profoundly malodorous/tall British with a big smile and individual teeth that are slightly separated. He almost looks like David Letterman to the baldness! OMG! I’m NOT staying here either.
But the wise cracker kept reminding me to mind my own business, do as I’m told without controversy, not to fix their little red wagons, to take my time to do my best, that everything is NOT cozy, except at home, that God made us to suffer so we could learn, to remember that I’m there to help and EARN MONEY! It’s a good thing that this damn gig is good for two days. Thursday is a holiday. I don’t know about Friday or next week.
The wise cracker mentioned that I needed to expose myself to more cooties and different personalities. No matter. The place definitely needs a boost of prayers and blasts of organic buzzers. Why? Because the “spirits” were trying their best to divert me! I parked in the handicapped lot with the twosome waiting for about one hour and a five minutes or so for $6.25, which could only be paid with a plastic card!
For twenty minutes, I got lost in downtown San Jose, CA! I had my GPS turned on but the damn directions were misguiding me to the a building ADJACENT to the parking area! I called the damn clueless receptionist and told her that I was lost and the idiot didn’t know the three major buildings that I rattled off! Fuck!
So I made it and signed into the 11/22/2013 page at 11:02 am. I crossed off “22” and penned in “25”, which the black lady placed after removing the incorrect/outdated pages. I messed the fat one, who probably answered my lost phone call”, because I misspoke the first name of my headhunter, who later decided that there won’t be an interview, except for me to fill out the re-registration forms.
Bahaha! So to TPTB and pals, thanks! I realized that I’m better at home, where it’s safe and comfortable. One fat/sick/white women kept coughing as she passed my desk. One white sedan turned on its headlights upon my exit out the back door because the main/front doors were locked! I probably set off the alarm! This was around 1740 pm or so.
Then, a highway patrol paddy wagon cut in front of me while I was making a U-turn towards the light rail intersection up ahead. It had its flashing/top lights on. The white man weaved slightly to the right behind a car on our right lane after the streetlight turned green. And then it weaved to the left while on the middle of the intersection to the left land and tagged behind a beige car, which pulled to the right sidewalk and had its hazard lights turned on.
Whatever it is worth, I really need a nice job that is NOT full of creepy toids! I really need to earn some money, too.
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