To Philip,
OMG! Y’all need to tell me if Ty is a cracker nutter because I noticed that he exhibits some cracker doodle behaviour. If y’all can’t protect me, I’m really gonna have to buy a gun, err, talk with the freak.
For example, an incoming thought occurred in which I could casually ask him what his real name means and then subtly inform him of the meaning of my name and that he must addresses his superior properly and in my first real name. Stupid blackish idiot!
I noticed that he has been subtly acting up. He was at Rosemary’s desk and nodding his head up and down weirdly. I could “sense” a disruption in the force (a la ‘Star Wars’).
He’d wipe his face as if something is bothering him. I noticed that while he converses.
I noticed yesterday that he sneezed several times in a row and Philip blessed him afterwards. I had Shrimpsei’s buzzer Joe inside my blue rolling cart underneath my desk. Freaking old fart won’t relax!
On Tuesday morning, I had arrived early. I had initially dumped my half of the checks from Monday afternoon onto Laurie’s inbox.
Philip came to my desk and fumbled through my inbox and wondered WTF was going on. I was calm and relaxed and didn’t care because I was fucking refunding the ‘returns’ to the credit cards of customers.
That was after he grabbed my stack of incoming check payments from Laurie’s desk. Sheer he finished pretending to look at the stack, I saw that he bent over to her and I “sensed” the plot to FYI me about why I dumped something so easy on her desk.
Later, Laurie sent me a work related Instant Message about my half and I replied, I guess. After mid-morning break that day, I came back and said loudly to her, do you need help with this stack. She said, yah, if you want. Bitch.
I should be kind to the slug fest of old timers. I mumbled under my breath if she wanted to do credit card refunds for the customers’ ‘returns’. That’s not a problem. She was helping Rosemary process Order Line Complaints, whatever the fuck that is I don’t care. Bah!
Back to Ty, when I was hovering bear Laurie’s inbox. Later, I was fumbling through those incoming mail when he asked me, what’s up girl? See? He doesn’t address me in my first name properly. Paulann was seated at her desk and I was intentionally being loud so she could hear also.
Also, prior to the weekly staff meeting on Tuesday afternoon, Ty and I were the last stragglers and he got up from his desk and said, let’s go lady. I replied, okay dude. I wasn’t thinking properly. I need to inform him to address his superior properly by get first name.
That Tuesday morning, I noticed that he was drinking a dark pinkish drink from his blue plastic bottle. I then opened up the topic if he was working out. He said he works out after work. I told him I don’t work out because there’s no one to impress. I told him I’m wearing a girdle to keep it all in and proceeded unsuccessfully to show my shell. It’s really for my bad back – two herniated disks lower lumbar and one fused disk behind my solar plexus.
Oh, and Philip, your dear Native Rosemary hasn’t forwarded one EFT batch (thanks for her help, though) to you for approval. She hasn’t done so with credit cards payments, ever, huh? I wonder if y’all can write her up for being insubordination. Damn Bitch only worked there four to five years.
Anyway, she stapled this batch of papers on the upper right hand corner. Now, I’m NOT a fucking prick like you and don’t care if these old fucking fools mess up the work. I’m not concerned by how they handle stupid pieces of papers. Rosemary even stapled her credit card papers for WCAL on both corners. Fucking weird ass processes from people making up shit.
So, Philip. I don’t blame you if you don’t get a straight answer or don’t get cooperation from these sort of people. I understand the frustration of Madame Cherie COO. The workers don’t care as long as they get paid. They don’t care for added work, too. They can’t handle it or the stress.
That’s why I like how the processes don’t cross other people. It’s a good mechanism to avoid getting at each other’s throats.
That’s why y’all need to implement that damn lockbox and automate the electronic payments for CC, WIRE, EFT ASAP, because it takes Rosemary four hours (versus my two hours) to upload and key in the credit card payments.
She’s still using the word “recon”. Stupid, it’s not reconciliation! When Jackie comes back, let Jackie inform Rosemary that’s NOT recon. Fucking idiots put that on their resume and it’s not real reconciliation! There’s a time lag in AMEX hitting the bank over several days whereas VISA and MC are pretty good. Paulann does recon, duh!
Anyway, if y’all gonna hire me, that’s a death sentence. Are y’all afraid of these minorities? Oh my God! AT 20150402-0012, I had an incoming thought: Y’all are gonna use my Asian looks to diffuse the idiots working at this temp job from hell! Asian versus black shit and Native poop.
OMG! KILL ME NOW! WTF?! I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT!
With lots of coffee-coloured fur balls,
Evil Kitty
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