Definitely, Phil is a crazy. A few minutes before I left for work, he made grunting, stretching sounds.
I was busy working, keeping my eyeballs glued to the computer monitor screen. Out of the corner of my left eye, I barely saw the crazy-crazy doing exercises.
He touched his toes, crossing over his hands to the opposite foot and back! The next door neighbor does the same exaggerated stretches and toe-touches! Loca Lolita is also cray-cray.
Long ago, Evelyn S (a DOJ case) did the same stretches and toe-touches inside our home WITH a tight, low-cut blouse AND short-shorts while her young adult daughter looked on and in reprimand. The single mother was flirting with Dad. The daughter was the girlfriend of Das Squirrel.
Then Loco Phil walked away. I think he’s on “happy pills.” No one laughs THAT much DAILY and LOUDLY, not unless he’s cray-cray stressed. His actions are crazy.
Unfortunately, he’s tremendously intelligent and catches my data entry errors and walk-through the corrections for each batch. This is going to be fucking DAILY where he sits close to me until Jackie comes back, if ever!
His hygiene improved. Yesterday, he got a haircut. His hair is gray, curly, meaning he’s an old fart with reptilian liver spots. He’s uptight and i was being difficult and annoying. Bahaha! I told y’all, I’m only a clueless clerk who don’t give a damn.
So to Jonathan C, the head hunter, extract me upon the completion of my temp job from hell. I already told David V, a Vietnamese from IT support that Phil’s annoying.
Y’all can audit my hairy asshole for all I care. David knew I was from RH. Hmm. I wonder how he knew?
If anything triggers these cray-cray, i ain’t gonna be a target again! Fuck!
Evil Kitty
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