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This evening, 12-11-2012. Reuben the head hunter called me about not presenting myself tomorrow. He inquired if the fools told me anything. I told him that the old woman came back to work, instead of on 11-28-2012 from a medical leave.
I know it is because the reptoids didn’t like my presence. Last Friday, I could heard Josie talking in Tagalog at her desk. She found out from the balding IT guy that I could speak her language. She expressed to the short one that “[I’m] different”.
Other times I could hear her say that she “couldn’t stand it”, that people “got afraid” because she gave them a “piece of her mind”.
So last Friday, I dicked with Josie and Laura and made lots of “duplicate errors” after Laura made a stink via Josie about reference numbers that were the same due to auto-fill and for the fact that system didn’t recognize difference in all fields.
From long-haired witch A. Truillo saying stupid things like “crazy” to dressing up like a long piece of turd, Nancy S. slamming the Bay Printing invoices into Cindy’s incoming/black/metal tray bin to acting like a nasty white cowboy Chink, Marc W. clearing his voice too loud that one night I started until five in the evening, Peter L. who would slam the paper bin drawers of the printer and Claudia’s candy drawer loudly, Melanie the tattoo-wearing, carnie grabbing paper roughly out of the printer to coughing near me, to other stupid Filipinos foreigners with thick accents and black folks struggling to keep their jobs.
The type of work is meant for prisoners with little to no skills. It is a virtual jail house where like-minded losers take their time pretending to keep busy, smile nicely to keep theory jobs and humor themselves at the expense of those without full-time work.
So I’m jobless again and still stuck in a rut and still sick since 9-28-2012. No more nom-noms this season. Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry X-mass! Happy End Times!
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