Yeah, so I’ll never get along with these slugs at this temp job from hell because they’re mostly married with children!
Since I’m never gonna get married with children, I have nothing to do with them. Mom emphasized that I’m there to work and earn money.
Anyway, we hardly greet each other in the morning or bid reach other farewell in the evening.
I tried mumbling goodnight to her but the dip shits were busy talking about their families.
This morning I tried greeting my eye candy with a nod but he too remained silent.
I must truly be walking dead, a ghost, a zombie. That’s a sign that I’m not welcomed here anymore.
But I don’t know what’s the hold up/why they’re holding me hostage this long. They can just be honest and say there’s no work for me because I’m fugly or something.
The work really slowed down. It’s getting creepy and quiet here. Maybe, I’ll come into work wearing pale makeup foundation. I won’t put lipstick either.
Anyway, that’s why I can resonate with single folks, like “that guy” because he’s problematic. He keeps rubbing his face and mouth with his hands, which is typical of reptilians when stressed out. He also can’t seem to stop flicking off his tongue.
He glanced at my crotch after I approached him sitting in the lunchroom with others to reply to his inquiry of my running during today’s mid-afternoon break.
I also think constantly about my eye candy and wonder if he’s thinking about me because that reptilian is disturbed, too. He made a weird Jar-Jar Bink sound before leaving yesterday afternoon. He also left early during my mid-afternoon.
The three of us are single, by the way. But because they’re old farts, I’m too hyperactive and faster than those polite slugs, too. I guess my age group are dead or married with children because there seems to be none OPEN and AVAILABLE here or anywhere either!
Anyway, to TPTB and pals. Am I gonna be stuck here, wondering if I’ll be converted to a full-time slave to these reptilians or not?
The length of my temp assignment is supposed last from two to six months, which is at the end of May. I think I’m finished with that place, period.
According to the reptilian Director who has squinty friendly eyes, the VP was supposed to call back this morning but did not, and rightfully so, because no one wants me!
Anyway, yesterday, there was lots of strange busyness going on near the desk of the returning boss. Yesterday and today, she was relaxed, took a few phone calls, and played with her smartphone.
Yesterday, she got a vase of green, white, and yellow flowers, which my eye candy noticed.
Before I went to lunch, we got up at the same time. In order to avoid my pissed off glance, he pretended to notice three plastic bags of goodies on the desk of a reptilian with no upper lips.
I think he headed out to lunch because I saw him wheel away in his motorcycle a few minutes later on.
I think he’s an emotional guy but none seems to like him much because of his harsh yet VERY useful methods of communicating educational matters, except maybe moi because I recognize his shape shifting ways.
Anyway, the VERY tall owner of this place was at the desk of the returning boss, and so was an officer, who gesticulated profoundly and probably uncomfortably in front of her VERY tall reptilian boss. There was also another person present, probably the IT guy but I can’t remember.
Yesterday, when I returned from lunch and got busy working, I walked from the desk of the temp woman to my workstation. En route to the aisle leading to my workstation on the left corner, I stared straight and hard at the eyeballs of that TALL owner. He kept his gaze on my eyeballs as he passed by me, each of us to the other’s right side.
Folks, seriously, I won’t bite back. There’s nothing to fear. I just get LOUD when frustrated and clueless! That’s all. So when I glared back at the owner, I was pissed-off through my smiling teeth. Mom said/joked they’re probably worried that I might/may leave that place.
It doesn’t matter where I work because all reptilians seem to own and operate these businesses as usual.
Y’all will never understand that working just kills time and feeds these reptilians. For without these monetary/whatever valued compensations or other scams to keep us preoccupied, we’d be bored for all of eternity!
And, so, work had been keeping me busy the whole week. Maybe, when and if I must, I’ll let the temp agency know that maybe I’m not a perfect fit for the job, NOT because I can do my job but because my personality fit is too quiet, timid, and shy to get along in the simplest conversation! Plus, I don’t laugh or smile sincerely. I’m still pissed-off.
Posted from WordPress for Android
Leave a Reply