For eons, many of us have suffered too long. For ten slong years, this is what TPTB, Pete and pals have said to moi:
“Believe what I tell you; not what you see!”
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So far, I’ve not seen a single penny of my darn, hard-earned work. Even the Feds are useless bottom feeders. God must really hate me. Then again, I retract that statement about the Almighty. Over and over again, I kept telling “God”: “You must hate all of us to suffer.”
Earlier this evening, I lost my simulated diamond ring, which is too large for my left ring finger and either too large or tight on other fingers. Over and over again, I ranted at “God” saying: “You must hate me that much to let me loose my hard work!” My mind is hate filled. And my heart is numb.
I kept praying to “St. Joseph” to please help find my precious fake bling. After the company meeting, I went to the back parking lot of the temp job from hell and kicked around some dried leaves in the hope of finding my jewelry. Just when I lost hope, I decided to inquire at Securitas if they had a “lost and found”.
Roger, the cute Chicano guy handed me my shiny bling. (God, I love looking at that kid.) I didn’t even finish my sentence and he knew I was there for my lost ring. Someone by the name of “Randy V.” was kind enough to turn in that piece of crap. He shall be rewarded (or blessed if he refuses his reward). These two people truly represents integrity at its finest, much shinier than stimulated jewelry.
So to Pete: you keep saying crap. I’m not seeing results. That’s another values of this company – results. Now, WTF is my hard work, you asshole?
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