Dear Lawd Gawd,
If I knew what I was doing, I wouldn’t be stuck like a pickle in a broken jar. Anyway, what other freaking surprises do y’all have in store for the likes unto moi, besides Loca Lolita the next door neighbor acting up?
For example, the garage door was wide open upon my arrival at home later this evening. I clocked in ‘later’ from 0800 to 1630 and I was wondering why the rest of the slaves are still working. I only take half an hour lunch, by the way.
This morning the crazy bitch was pretending to water her garden. Upon my arrival, she would pretend to water the avocado tree nearest our shared chain link fence. I looked at her straight into her grinning demonic clown-like face and no words or sounds were exchanged. I sat down slowly into my car without taking my eyes off her face. She then went in front of her garage and did jumping jacks and alternating hand to toe exercises in opposite direction, just like what Philip A once and only once did at work (refer my old blog entry earlier this year).
YESTERDAY, she was ‘stalking’ me again by having her garage door open and talking loudly over the smarphone to an imaginery listener. When I activated my Mustang’s panic button, the loud honking alarm system didn’t stop her from talking louder over the phone. I said aloud that she’s talking to a poltergeist over the phone.
Last week, I also activated the honking alarm system. But the same thing happen where she would talk on the cellphone and get louder and curses. She’s possessed. So I don’t know what Bashir, Saui. John, and Jesus can do to make that piece of shit die off from the face of existence. If it’s all good, then they are demons themselves for allowing such unfortunate things to occur.
So, what can y’all do for me? Do y’all thing a supervisory position with NOT even a tad bit higher wage pay would make me, the Evil Kitty happy? Would it make you happy, if I just took a salaried job instead or just not join up altogether? I told Jonathan C, the mixed Chinese/Guatemalean, that I don’t mind working long-term contracted as a temp girl from hell.
Seriously, I don’t owe any company my raw deal other than this temporary agency. They must be Democrats, I think, to be able to afford me the opportunity to join these freaks. I wonder what will happen when I grow old? Imagine an old maid in a paid off house! I might as well have nuns and priest live here, but they must pay.
So, I could continue with my pipe dreams of Plan A to forego millions on pieces of paper for loyalty and trust as an associate; with Plan B of returning to school and stuffing my slow-ass brainc cells with theories and practical nonsense; with Plan C to ride the beast system by claiming disability; with Plan D to stay put with Mommy and Daddy and attend daily mass or deal with their slowness and other freaking house rules; or with Plan E to work non-stop, get a stroke or something to that effect, and die naturally or accidentally, which ever comes first.
Again, I leave that up to you because you are the Lawd Gawd. Just don’t make me come up there and whoop your damn ass for being such a senseless prick! Of all the nerve! Making me a monkey slave to humor these god-damned reptilians and their fork-tongue o’plenty! Seriously! Really? Sheesh! Is that it?
April is coming anon. What is your call, eh?
With lots of hisses,
Evil Kitty
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