Yeah, so, for any fellow member needing a full-time job, a financial “controller” position is open and available.
The co-worker that’s leaving will cross train you until the end of June this year. My former eye candy didn’t want the shit and left last week 5/11 at 0922 am, both double digit numbers!
In the meantime, the returning accounting manager knows enough to handle the transition but she can’t do it all by herself. She kept her gaze locked on the Native American woman the whole time during yesterday’s quick staff meeting.
She then looked into my direction when she mentioned that my former eye candy is never, ever gonna return to the place. But I already knew that months ago.
I am really sad. Yesterday, I cried again. It’s the same profound sadness when I saw the old photo dated 2007-of a surfer and his then youngest, cutest son.
Until y’all extract me from this sector, I’m gonna cry daily. It’s the energy grid of the place and for the fact that lots of reptilians are crawling in my vector. They must be triggering my “emotional body”. Huh.
For example, there’s a new customer service representative. He is a darker version of that guy and is as tall as that guy and has tattoos everywhere, noticeably his right inner forearm.
I noticed a long haired, beautiful blond spook, err, “hostess” prepping/walking him around the place towards the department earlier this week. There’s another beautiful “hostess” crawling around here, too. She’s a very tall Mexican, by the way.
I noticed when he was cross training/sitting with Ariana one day and with Kathy the other day, he would turn his reptilian head to the left, pause too long, and look directly into my direction!
That’s because my head was already turned into the customer service department. I guess my “spider senses” are improving, though slowly. Plus I was trying to access his cooties. I sensed he wasn’t interested in the job.
Yeah so come and get the financial controller position or my temp job from hell. Mine is getting slow. I don’t know how to clean up the untouched emails and hope the former pregger will cleanup the mess.
Sheesh.
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