Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: employment

  • Never say: “Ladies, first”!

    20220928-1249. Life’s review per incoming thoughts.

    Long ago, there was a bunch of us temporary workers doing data entry. At the end of the day, only one temp worker was need to return back to work the following day.

    I blurted out: “Ladies, first”! To my left I saw the whitish guy took offense and blurted out: “You heard what she said! Ladies, first!”

    I recall that both had tears in their eyeballs. This was Galaxy Lxxxxxing near De Anza. The whitish client lady didn’t say anything. The both of us temp workers or whoever else remained didn’t say anything.

    I was embarrassed. Like I said, I’ve been getting my “life’s files” in bits and pieces for the past few day. Y’all know: like a history of one’s life flashing before the eyes of a dying person!

    Like I said, this and countless negative file are being presented for my review. I must be headed into death’s door obviously because I probably can’t take it anymore!

    All I could add constantly is our Catholic Sunday mass prayer of: Please forgive us our sins. Save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls into heaven, especially those who are in the most need of thy mercy.”

    So I’ve learned that in America, there is the Constitutional – Bill of Rights to never discriminate against differences and to avoid mentioning the usual stuff related to gender and such.

    That’s why I refuse to volunteer or work in this sort of capacity with other humanz who really, really need some sort of income to put food on the table. At least my presence and stupidity won’t offend THEM, if I just simply stay-at-home!

    That’s all. FlynnsPaws.

  • Background check/screening consent…

    I’ve been meaning to put this out and may have done so already in one of my old blog entry.

    I’m looking at the head hunter’s paperwork (revised on May 22, 2009 and September 2010). Those email were sent to me on June 25, 2010 and on December 9, 2010, respectively.

    Here are the major headers within a .pdf and word documents, respectively.

    The head hunter claimed that they needed the authorization signed or something updated every six months. Is this correct? I thought employers (especially this pro-Obama head hunter) should NOT snoop around us AMERCANIZED, tax-paying citizens?

    If this is normal/standard procedure, who are they protecting? Crooks? Illegal ALIENS? Insane? Is that why they haven’t called/emailed me back for any job opportunity? Are they trying to figure out if I need a temporary or full-time job by snooping around someone’s CREDIT and/or financial situation?

  • Coughing Snakes

    Yesterday, I remembered to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor Punch, which no longer has a blinking blue light to indicate if the unit is working. So this morning I have it on my desk at the temp job from hell. If it’s supposed to work, I noticed less people using the back door. Either that or I’m used to the noise of the slamming door.

    However, Kim T. coughed by my desk at around 12:22pm after she faked printing out from the copy machine next to our desk area. I saw her force a fake cough a little bit. Her tongue was rolled like a taco and purple in color. That indicated she’s of a snake variety. She then forced a bigger cough. But I was already standing up and coughed loudly in response to her noise. The third one was also faked.

    Too bad John, her V.P. boss is too weak to send her to Obama’s quarantine unit. As far as I’m concerned, I’m much taller than that Filipino breed and I shouldn’t be afraid of such annoyances.

    Obviously, she’s a nutter from the way she’s behaving. If only this damn SP works harder, then she can go far away and take a long vacation for all I care. Maybe she’s allergic to her dirty work area, which is next to a wall of exposed metallic beams (painted in white) or even the food and drinks of tea. Tea is grass and people can be allergic to that stuff.

    All I could conjure up were images of her swallowing a big rat into her big mouth, just like the reptoid `Diana` from the sci-fi, action, adventure televised show: “V” – you know, for Victory against these ALIEN invaders.

  • Backdoor Wallflower

    After saying goodbye to a couple of people I know and waving goodbye to a couple of strangers who cared to look my way, I discovered my purpose here that the temp job from hell. I’m a wallflower to the backdoor!

    9. Wallflower

    Someone who chooses to observe, instead of experience life.

    They know a lot about people, what they are truthfully like, how they actually act when they think no one is paying attention.

    Since people have little interest in wallflowers, they usually know a lot about people. The good and the bad.

    Wallflowers are not mean, or impolite. They are usually pleasant, and respectful- just shy and/or introverted.

    Nontheless, people tend to use the word “wallflower” negatively. What a shame.

    Office lady

    An office lady, often abbreviated OL (Japanese: オーエル Ōeru), is a female office worker in Japan who performs generally pink collar tasks such as serving tea and secretarial or clerical work. Like many unmarried Japanese, OLs often live with their parents well into early adulthood. Office ladies are usually full-time permanent staff, although the jobs they do usually have little opportunity for promotion, and there is usually the tacit expectation that they leave their jobs once they get married.

    Often nicknamed shokuba no hana or “office flower”, these women suffered discrimination due to the M-Curve.

    So does that mean I’m pretty? Not in the least but rather plain looking. Must I wear make-up? Sure! Why not? I must learn to put on a happy face, too! Maybe I’ll put a flower or plant to liven up the place and start bringing in the donuts and bagels, too!

    Konichiwa! Ohaiyogozaimasu! Bai! Bai! Sayonara!

  • Nice Lunch

    So Mike, Charissa, Hoan and I went out to eat lunch at the `Sourdough Eatery`. It was behind a credit union where I withdrew money for some gasoline money and the $6.99 lunch:

    Item # 6. PASTRAMI, LEAN, MILD & TASTY

    97% FAT FREE, NO MSG, NATURALLY SMOKED WITH HICKORY CHIPS AND WTH SWISS CHEESE. (INCLUDES COMPLIMENTARY SLICE OF PICKLE).

    The place is nice and lucscious, full of life and of tall old trees and hanging plants. After finishing our sandwiches, telling about ourselves and cracking jokes at around 1:20pm, I touched the plants in greetings. They are so cool, comfortable and happy, too.

    There is even an old Jalopy, a rusty old Ford T-model-like automobile sitting out in the back area. Inside the sandwhich shops are paintings waiting to be sold and other antiques.

    The old VERY blond lady at the cash register looked out-dated, almost a throw back in hair, make-up and clothing of the traditional era of 1950’s housewives or the OK Corral. She’s been there for around 30 years.

  • Clean Teeth

    I just got back from the dentist. So from 12:30pm to 12:45pm, I was driving fast on the road. But since I haven’t seen the dentist in over two years, I had fifteen minutes to fill out the paperwork again before the 1:00pm appointment.

    For one hour (almost exactly), the dental hygienic took a full digital imaging (not the conventional X-rays but less that 90% of radiation) of my teeth. To reduce potential radiation exposure, I wore Shrimpsei’s brass-less, nano-pendant inside my left bra cup, which is over the heart area.

    Then the cute, Vietnamese guy (who I thought was Filipino because of his dark skin) inspected the gums ranging from 1 for perfect to 5 for badly inflamed. I had mostly 2’s and 3’s with a few 4’s and one 5.

    Next, he used the water-powered jet spray to deep-clean my gums and followed up with regular scraping of the plaque build-up with those sharp dental tools.

    After addressing the removal of mercury fillings with the dentist, I decided to keep my silver amalgam. Why?

    “If it is not broken, don’t fix it”

    ~Paw

    Basically, there is no pain. Plus, I didn’t like the idea of my teeth being drilled out LARGER for new composite fillings. Since fillings won’t be fully covered by the temporary agency’s insurance until after six months of employment, I’ll wait until there is pain.

    Then I hurried back to work and badged into the building around 14:30pm. As long as our boss knows where we are (via email, which is preferable), it’s better to be honest and professional.

  • Boring Job

    I hate working, period. I especially hate this temp job. It’s too boring but VERY easy. From 11:22am to 11:54am, I was able to schedule around 99 products. That’s about one-half hours of work. If I took over the workloads away from the other two temps, I’d be done in half a day! The other half of work will be easy because the backlog has been pretty much completed and the list is getting shorter.

  • Bugs Visiting

    Right now, a beige-colored critter flew and landed inside my cubicle. It’s to my right line of sight. Yesterday, I had pick up a dead bee. It was squashed against my dirty blue chair at work. It was upside down and it stuck a little bit to the cushion. I assume that it hitched a ride on my slacks and then I sat down on it. R.I.P.

  • Doing Time

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    Just sitting here and ticking off the days on my wall.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Sounds of a time passing by.
    Life flashing before my eyes.

    The backdoor slams constantly.
    Fracturing my soul.
    Numbing my mind.

    Reminding me
    to keep the faith,
    to work harder,
    to accept reality.

    I’m doing time for my misdeeds.
    The hypercube of my space is so quiet.
    I could hear my heart beating.
    “Tick! Tick! Tick!”
    Can robots have feelings?

  • Bouncing Bored

    OMG! I’m so bored at work that I’m literally bouncing up and down to imaginary trance (or house) music. `Boing! Boing! Boing!` I’m so lazy that the coffee is not strong enough to hit my system just yet as I slowly try to wake up. Maybe this morning’s banana had too much sugar.

  • Dumb Job

    No wonder this job pays low! It’s for stupid people who don’t think! It’s very slow-paced and stress-free, though Yet, I’m so friggin’ bored! I’m a restless person and more creative than doing repetitive tasks like data entry.

    It’s okay, God. If you hate me this much, I’ll continue to walk around the areas and remember how the lands used to be flat and grassy – full of rabbits and critters.

    There appears to be construction work beyond the dead-end, cul-de-sac of this workplace. The yellow construction ribbons are staked at one corner. One fat white guy was walking around the dried fields this Monday. Yesterday, a survey team was there. This morning, there are two trucks – one for watering and the other for scaping, I guess.

    I noticed last week how some wooden stakes have yellow ribbons in the empty lots surrounding area across from the buzzing, electrical grid. I noticed too how a singular disc-shaped antenna device was pointed northbound, somewhere towards the tall antennaes atop the nearby hills.

    I’ll have to research the phase of development. Hopefully, the dust won’t go into my airspace while walking outdoors during lunchtime.

  • Eating Snacks

    I know I’m going to get fat at this workplace. Today I’ve gotten my `paws` on a raisin bagel and eaten that one in an hour. The temptation was to the smear the insides with cheese. But I resisted.

    Yesterday, I ate a chocolate-glazed donuts. Charissa was so kind to pass the pink box around. John, the V.P., bought that for us. Wow! So we are be fattened up for working hard for quarter end, which is fine.

    I like the non-skilled, stress-free workload and the location is near my home and within the same zip-code. So that makes for more exercise around the block full of shady trees and a few minutes of drive from my house.

    If they hire us full-time, I’ll be happy. But only if payback comes first. At least I’m earning just about right, which is TWICE as less than what I used to make years ago.