To my former eye candy,
Can you guess who got your “empty seat”? That tall “basketball player” with the goatee. The buxom temp woman now has his seat. The move was completed after lunchtime today.
Anyway, I caught a couple of glances from the goatee guy. One was during lunchtime last Wednesday. The buxom smoker was eating her lunch, too.
I was facing the kitchen area and kept my eyeballs on the rare rovings of the goatee guy. After he dispensed his water and walked away, he glanced leftward. Caught! He even pretended to look through the loose newspaper on my table area. But I was too exhausted to notice/care. That place is killing me!
The second time was when I passed by quickly in front of his desk after one in my breaks last Thursday. I glanced into his cubicle and he quickly cast his gaze downward towards his paperwork. Caught!
Last Friday, the buxom temp woman wore a subdued bluish t-shirt, which had an upside down pentagram! Like I said, she’s spooky. She did mention she was single. Satanic!
Today, the boss wore a tight/deep neckline, white tank top. That smarty kid needs to be whacked for violation of dress code! Oops! There isn’t any! That hillbilly wanker doesn’t seem to care as long as she’s comfortable. Her desk is filthy and cluttered, too. Yuck! Freaks!
I saw her beige pickup truck already parked underneath a tree/near the side employee entrance as I wheeled toward the building. Upon my arrival a few minutes earlier, that guy had gotten outta his black HONDA sedan and entered the lunchroom normally. Oddly, both sat at their desks after 0800. Hmm.
So, yeah, I’m kinda not really missing your absence but do think of you daily. None of these reptilians at this temp job from hell interest unto moi. They’re just boring normal in an offbeat way. Only you seem more boisterous in a thuggish way. I’m just picky. I prefer older guys. Bahaha!
And, yes, I’m still stuck here! This morning while waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, I spoke with Kathy from customer service. She said the employers are looking for someone who’s proactive enough to show interest. But I told her I don’t beg. Usually, the job is offered as in my past temp job in 2003, which converted me after 90 days because they were big enough to afford a high hourly rate, unlike this small business. Some temp for one year. I told her I don’t care either way. Huh.
She talked about her nephew graduating high school, him shedding tears during the speech, and their barbeque on the weekend as s celebration. Are you Mexithugs always into weekend meat burning rituals? Sheesh!
Once again, none seems to have the “normal” energy for formal greetings or farewells, except last Friday when the native and the boss bade me to have a nice weekend, which I did from long naps and beautiful weather. I guess it’s safer, with the Patriot Act and NSA Surveillance going on. Plus, the less one says, the less one misconstrues! God!
That’s it for now. I hope you found a good job where people will actually appreciate your advanced ALIEN knowledge and broad-based logistics and strategy, and enjoy how Uncle Phil is fun as long as he doesn’t “shape-shift”. Eh?
With lots of catnip stretches,
Evil Kitty
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