To my former eye candy,
Well, I’m not happy at this temp job from hell. The new guy creeps me out! His cologne is too freaking strong!
Before I sent an IM to the boss, requesting a mini-electric fan to blow his shit away from my workstation, I couldn’t find the one I recycled from the office supply cabinet.
His hair and moustache is dyed dark black! WTF? I hate guys with moustaches. Either they’re pervs or cops! Plus, he keeps pulling up his pants like you!
Anyway, last Friday around 1417, I received a phone call from my headhunter who said my contract was extended another 30 days, which is through the end of July 2015.
He wondered if the old temp woman and I could join him for lunch, which the temp wondered if he’ll pay. I’m guessing he wants to find out what we look like and such.
So, yeah, Madame COO’s desk is cleared out. As for moi, I don’t wanna to stay. The headhunter said there’s only one position available for hire. And there’s a boring AP position, too.
With lots of farts,
Evil Kitty
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