Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: relationships

  • 20121219-Dream Journal

    This morning and again later on this afternoon Maw reported her dream to me. She claimed that she might have had a past life experience in which she was left all alone or abandoned. In one scene she had missed her train ride. Dr. St. G. and her sister Nita were there. The doctor stayed behind to watch the baggage. She asked if there is space in the first train but there was no room. The train came back for her the second time but she had to get out because she forgot her blood pressure monitor.

    At around 1:30pm, we were trying to check out five, Christmas items from Sears (Eastridge Malls). There was a very skinny black lady with a very small head and very round eyes. She was wearing a blue top. She had brought over a crying little Mexican boy with wavy hair and his brother too was lost.

    Maw wondered why they didn’t just announce the name over the intercom. I was thinking predators would have wanted to claim the boy even though it wasn’t his mother. He had smooth round cheeks and red eyes from crying. I told Maw he was left all alone and abandoned because his mother couldn’t afford to take care of the brat.

    Notice the similarity between Maw’s dream and the lost boy.

  • Cherish Charity

    King James Version : 1 Corinthians 13

    13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

    —

    Today, Maw and Paw sent Christmas presents to my maternal side of the family. Tonight, one maternal relative wanted greet his Lola, who didn’t want to speak. Paw ended up talking to the guy, who begged for help. Maw got pissed that this relative would dare to ask for a hand out, outright, by calling long distance.

    I got pissed at Maw that she would even think that: It’s not nice to not “help” when someone is in need. She didn’t “earn” that wealth by refusing to send the beggar the taxpayer’s money.

    “Your (late) Lola Valing may have been poor but she never begged for anything. She didn’t introduce us to her rich relatives in Lumbang.”

    ~Maw during tonight’s dinner.

  • Karaoke Kringles

    Like an opera singer, I sang the “Twelve Days of Christmas” of which I got an applause! Bahaha! The microphones reverberation did a good job on my quick singing. But I didn’t score well. My voice is not good for modern, “urban-type” music, which Tess K. excelled that night. One Asian guy sang a nice tune by Peebo Bryson. His voice almost sounds like Peebo.

    Paw kept asking questions and got to talk with the full-time staff. Again, I do not see myself working full-time with this company – the “Plan B”. I’m still counting on “Plan A”. “Plan C” would have been like Wikileaks. Then again no one would believe “aliens” (good, bad and fuglies) run the show of this planet. “Plan D” is still uncertain.

    I got a chance to talk very briefly to most (but not all) of the team members. Everyone is supposed to vacate the property at around 3:00am. I didn’t see anyone willing to get severely drunk at the vice presidents home.

  • Regular House

    At around 5:00pm, I arrived home from work where I found the twosome. Both just came home from two or three doctor’s appointment. For one hour, Maw and I prepared the “pancit noodles” for everyone to enjoy. None of the noodles was left when Paw and I left the party at around 10:50pm tonight.

    The Christmas party was held up in Pleasanton, CA off the Livermore 84 (21B) exit from HWY 680. I actually “veered away” from the exit initially and had to travel an extra two miles one way, just to get back to the mysteriously missed exit. That took about ten minutes of travel after one hour and fifteen minutes of traffic in the rain STORM earlier.

    The Livermore exit was long and winding and very dark. There were no streetlights to mark the ways and the first intersection with a four-corner streetlight marked the area of a gated community. There were not high electrical towers either. Only the bright and blinding headlights coming from the opposite direction made driving less safe.

    After making a left into the gated community, the security guard took down my last name and looked into her computer, smiled back at me through the window and raised the arm blocking our way in front. We took another left and saw the well lighted front house of blue reindeers and such.

    Roy, his wife and child seemed to be waiting in the darkened front porch. The door bell works off and on. Paw and I waited in line to be let in and of course the guest host was John. He was a great host, offered cream for my coffee, which he helped dispense too. The wife didn’t know us and didn’t bother talking or entertaining us shorter minorities.

    Paw and I sat at the quieter dining area with Erica and her white husband. Bobby and JenJen later joined us with Gary munching happily away at one miniature cupcake. I found out he went through two divorces and one girlfriend four months ago. I’m good at triggering people’s vulnerabilities.

    I swear JenJen needs the job to support her family. I don’t think Hoan could get along with JenJen. For whatever reason, the guy didn’t make the party but seemed to only make a decision after I provided him my thoughts after emailing back and forth. In one email, he wanted a carpool, which Paw wouldn’t appreciate. There is something terribly wrong with Hoan – a persistent little pest.

    Tomorrow the three of us, including Nam, will be working to work on a backlog of work. I take that as a cue to leave early from the party so that we could rest for the next day.

  • 20101217-More Spooks

    No hello but more ‘bastos’. I guess that what Tess K. does best. While waiting in line for her to finish getting a cup of coffee, she continues to talk to five, tall dark “purple-colored”, good-looking South Asian Indian guys. She had her back turned to me and I gave her my back and the bottom of the right shoe while the guys looked on from the hallway. There is terribly something wrong with her or maybe she’s being traditional in the Asian sense by ignoring me. Maybe being ignored is a good standard. I may need to sign up for a cross-cultural crash course to better understand the differences so I won’t be too easily offended. My bad in advance!

  • Early Morning Mass – Day Two

    This time I did not feel wide awake. I kept my eyes closed as much as possible during the “Simbang Gabi Mass” at 6:00am and tried to sing along the choir with three pages of songs. Refreshments were cold mini-pandisal rolls with butter (or half chicken sandwiches), warm rice porridge with chicken and tofu and cookies. Hot coffee and hot tea washed down the food. Again, I helped to collect the folding chairs and talked with some parishoners. Then I went to work early and found the stupid email to the direction of the VP’s place for the X-Farts’ Party. I wonder if I could bail out of the party because it is raining! I really don’t care about hanging around with these creeps.

  • Early Morning Mass – Day 1

    Today the three of us attended “Simbang Gabi”. Traditionally, Filipino families from the old towns would wake up their children to attend mass as early as four o’clock in the morning.

    Maw was already dressed, walked through the small hallway, announced to moi that she will drive herself to mass, went downstairs to wake up Paw and had to wake up around 5:00am as a result.

    Thank you for allowing me to have a restful sleep that night. Otherwise, I would be quite tired and irritated during today. That gave me enough energy to sit through the mass, to greet people with some effort in smiling and to fold some metal chairs later on.

    So we sang Filipino music in the language and all sorts of people attended. The mass was held for about thirty minutes and then refreshments of coffee, tea, mini-pandisal with either butter or cream cheese, corned beef, soup of chicken, corn, and beans was served.

    The tall Filipino guy with missing front teeth announced three set of names for their generosity: Fred, Emmer and his wife and of course Maw and Paw! Last night, I too have been generous to a fault without thinking and being clueless.

    Andd as a result, “my family” will get to eat and I will get a nice surprise in the mail! (Jumping up and down).

    Since I’m wide awake, I decided to go to work early, emailed the boss and hopefully will get to leave early in time for Christmas shopping or a facial hair removal job in the mall!

  • Emailing Pieces

    Well, today has been mostly emailing JenJen and Hoan. A lot of the email is about “crank” and clarification. Of course, I play the devil’s advocate and talk “crank” behind their backs. What can I say? My bad! I have nothing to loose but did express that hopefully both will get a full-time job. Frankly, I don’t want the job. But I need a job.

    As I tried to make peace with my inner demons, the sunshine came out! It was amazing work to see fluffy, puffy clouds of white and crispy clear blue skies after a few days of storms. I picked up later on in the afternoon to remember “gifting” some more. It’s all I know how to do at best. If I could come up with some other creative way, then that will have been made possible, someway, somehow.

  • 20101214-Being Bored

    Besides being bored and hating certain people at work, I really do NOT want the job. But I need a job. JenJen wants and needs the job. I should be thankful for the “prosperity” of being able to provide support to the team.

    But six months is enough. If only Phan lets me go away, I could collect unemployment (again) and be with my parents. You see, the twosome are able to get around. However, Paw continues to drive with near-misses – almost causing accidents and giving Maw high-blood pressure.

    I have nowhere to go and really do NOT like the location of my desk. To hell with your blessings! I should be grateful for having the opportunity to learn what’s it like to work in a manufacturing environment. But the girl needs it more than me. Give it to her, even though she doesn’t know Excel spreadsheet. Who cares?

    For crying out loud, Hoan is an annoying puss, just like the boss and and the rest of the predominantly “male-oriented” team. Steven seems to have caught a cold and has let out several sneezes. Bobby, Phan and Nam too have sneezed well. They must miss the beautiful JenJen. Hehehe!

    Seriously, for what it is worth, I’m not interested. Extract me from the temp job from hell and I’ll be a happy puss-head, nonetheless. God I have scheduling and pegging. It’s easy but mindless and I still mess up! Sheesh

  • 20101213-Nothing New

    Just the same: Work, eat, sleep, poop and whine. The weather was gray and cloudy but amazingly not cold or freezing because the windows to the vehicles parked outdoors were clear as if no dew touched the surfaces. Good thing, because I forgot my black hat/scarf and black vest to keep warm.

    No dandelion roars appeared for the past week or so, except the crow making sounds from the tree branch of a tree located across from the company where I work a temp job from hell. That was during my lunch walk halfway to and from the eBay campus. No soccer players played.

    Only a tiramisu ice cream cake for the beautiful Indian girl’s birthday allowed for temporary refreshment as I worked an extra three friggin’ hours or so, just trying to schedule new orders from the third quarter allocation. The cup of Sunny Delight helped to keep my blood sugar level from dropping or to keep my irritation from working late into the evening at bay.

    So there you have it: The twosome were kind enough to set a dinner for me and joined me while I ate for a good one hour until 10:00pm. Dishes were washed and dried and my lunch and water were packed for tomorrow. I cannot wait to be let go from this temp job from hell.

  • 20101212-Weathery Ways

    The sunshine is barely coming out of gray sheen of clouds with some blue skies in the background. The three of us had just returned from eating at Goldilocks restaurant and after having done grocery shopping at DeCA commissary store in Moffett Field, CA and then Michael’s Arts and Crafts store in Milpitas, CA, where we bought two 16 x 20 frames at half-off for $15.00 each. This is for the photos of us during my anniversary day a few days ago – one of the five posing during that evening and one of the twosome in front of the parish that morning.

    The weekend weather was surprisingly warm because of the lack of cold breeze. I was able to wear a light sweater for the Saturday’s evening mass and a light sweat shirt this morning without feeling cold. I believe the recent ingestion of Vitamin B-12 has increased my body’s ability to transport oxygen to my cells. I noticed too that this morning, my wee little are pink and no longer bluish in color. It’s inherited from Paw, who has spider veins, too. Hahahaha!

  • Not Her

    Speaking of deletion, if I were Phan, I’d be careful hiring that JenJen. She’s capable of lying and denying any ACCOUNTABILITY, a value of this company. She will use the usual phrases of “I didn’t know”, “I don’t know”, “I didn’t think of that”. For the price of that position, I expect someone smarter than that, someone who doesn’t wear acrylic nails to slow down the work process. But if the company requires a “duh” to fulfill their “diversity quota”, good luck.

    She actually reported my activities to Lucas, who had to be inconvenienced. The exclude tab wouldn’t work right for my purpose but for Lucas, he doesn’t care. Right there, she’s trying to take charge and going over my head, someone with auditing experience. She doesn’t know how to stop being, well, a twit.

    So Hoan and I were giggling behind the new guy and Phan hopefully within earshot. I said rather loudly but with my hands cupped over my mouth that: “Shhh! Don’t let anyone know that the both of us have ACCOUNTING backgrounds!” We laughed off our fate as temporary workers to a stupid data entry job of scheduling new orders.

    Yesterday, the head hunter wanted me to submit an authorization to snoop at my credit files. The Feds should be aware of their activities, by the way. Just for a stupid, low-paying job! My god! You guys are morons! Get with the program! You idiots think I’m Hispanic/Latino/whatever because of my last name! Idiots! I’m Asian!