So I’m wondering why Philip is using positive reinforcement, such as telling me that it was good that I alerted them about some checks after mentioning something about last Friday’s rush with the checks.
I couldn’t really understand what he said because I was at my desk and we were both standing up where others were working and of course my hearing was bad! I was relaxed because I had taken whiskey the previous night.
And so as I stood up and listened carefully, I focused my gaze upon his eyes. I saw they were also slightly downturned at the corners. I also saw lots of wrinkling around his darkened bags of eyes. That’s a sign of instability. I was dismayed at my observation. Now, I know why he’s easily worked up.
Also yesterday, I saw the boss hovering behind Ty and later Madam COO was sitting at his desk! I came back from my break when I caught sight of her. Earlier, I saw her walking with the manager of HR.
Then today I saw Daniel B the owner inside the building. He held a door open for me. That’s nice. He usually wears a golf-like hat. I guess the word got around the place. That’s the power of networking.
Y’all see folks, what was supposed to have been a friendly, harmless gesture of camaraderie can turn out to be evil! Evil I tell y’all! I told Philip not to make a big deal after he asked me what he could do. In which he followed twice that it was too premature.
Idiots. Y’all are professional by the books. Accepted. However, y’all are practicing the psychological art of “The Humanitarian Approach” – what would you do?
Guns. That’s my answer to all of life’s ills. Bullets and biting more of those would diffuse uncomfortable situations. I was instructed to report any persistent advances and unwanted behavior.
Y’all can be appreciative but I’m tired. Y’all can pay me more but I’m disgusted. Y’all can rank me higher but I’m not interested. Y’all can label me mean and nasty but I’m Evil Kitty. Hiss!
I already told Philip I would rather not work and live in paradise. But in reality, I’ll have to lie and force myself to admit I need to work for survival even though my house is already paid off. Yawn!
So I leave my fate up to the temp agency, Madam COO, Philip, and Jackie. My answer is not honest because my parents will get mad at me. I really want to live in an apartment and do my own things without those old farts dragging me down!
Back to work, there’s took much to do. I’m still not liking the process. I hate those papers! More of it could be automated. But it’s not. So far so good, except a few unanswered emails and over a hundred of unreturned voicemail messages.
Bahaha!
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