Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: spook

  • 20110312-More Spooks

    The three of us arrived five minutes late to a five-year old birthday party held at a chicken coop near the SJC airport because I took the route where Mexicans usually converge to shop at our local flea market on the weekends. Maw got pissed because I didn’t take the nicer route.

    There were lots of overweight White and Filipino people eating already by the time we got there at 12:40pm. We had fun talking with the local parishioners at the “reserved” table, near the table with three cakes. The “mother” of the boy wore tight clothing of baby blue that her flab was hanging out and an array of plastic bejeweled pieces – crown, earrings, necklace, bracelet and rings. She’s overweight too.

    Manong Ben joked about how a Mexciano stole a whole tray of burritos for $0.65 each, how another guy was stealing from one of his neighbor, who is an FBI agent, and how a police asked for his identification while he dressed like a dirty gardener working on his son’s front yard up in Manteca, CA.

    Manong Carlos was one fed up old man about the Vietnamese at our local church and Gloria can’t seem to stop him from being VERY humorous at the table tonight. “I don’t care what people have to say or what they about me. They should be worried what I say about them.” He said so boldly to the other three Filipino couples and me.

    Manong Erik is very humorous. He is a member of the Knights of Columbus, an offshoot of Masons (much like Jehovahs are offshoots of Christians). But Paw wouldn’t want to participate in their affairs and declined being an usher, too. This was the second time he was offered a chance to “serve the Lord”. Yeah, right.

    He seemed so excited to speak with us and practically took over the conversation at the table. He knows about the Filipino culture and talked about the tendancy for people of the Malay language to repeat the words or phrases twice in a row as an emphasis, such as “araw-araw” for “daily”.

    I mentioned to him we have relatives in Batangas, Antipolo, Rizal, Lumbang and Bicol, which I pronouced with my thick Western accent as BYE-KOHL. It really should be pronounced BEE-COAL. “You’re okay!” he told me as he stepped back to laugh out loud.

    Manang “Minh” handed me a yellow container of chocolate with a red ballon tied to it. And like a kid, I took it! Later on that night, I should have given it to the little White boy who had asked for it. Boy! Talk about greedy! But I took a picture of it and it’s now sitting atop my computer workstation upstairs at home!

  • 20110312-More Spooks

    While scanning my mostly online orders either in color or black and white or as one-sided or double-sided, I decided (not to rhyme here intentionally) to troll my feeds to some blogs.

    Lo and behold, there is the high weirdness and thicker post which contains more personal information than I care to know. So as normal business practice, I expect an email response in confirmation to the receipt of my darn, hard work. I didn’t know there were much older family units. I wonder if he meant younger ones instead.

    If that’s the case, I don’t know if the world could be fixed if many more people go homeless or die of starvation. Whatever is REALLY going on, I expect many stories and lots of answers PERSONALLY. I will NOT assume anymore and I will NOT take being deceived much longer. Of course, if Group A was capable of testing me many eons ago, then there shouldn’t be any problem with Group B and/or Group C. Whoever or whatever they are, it’s not worth a confrontation.

    And tonight, we watched “Total Recall” again staring Arnie. Of course, he saved the world with his female side kick through violence and bad words. The hybrids DO know the future. They may be buck ugly and serve as prostitutes and whinos but they sure didn’t ask to breath toxic atmosphere, which has been replaced with oxygen from the melted glacier ice.

    So I’m imagining that TPTB are hinting to me again as to alternate stories of realities, which could possibly manifest for those who didn’t deserve their sorry lots. In the meantime and as I mentioned to the threesome who carpooled in my car last Friday after lunch at a South Asian Indian restaurant of mostly friggin’ COLD, buffet food: “I believe this hell on earth. It’s up to us to make it a heaven.” So mote it be.

  • 20100310-More Spooks

    The way I see things: popularity involves more aggressive traits. This would explain why there is more violence in the world. Call it nature. Call it survival of the fittest.

    Take for example unions. All they do is make noise just like overweight children who want more desserts. The taxpayers, who ACTUALLY have jobs and pay back into the system, are the parents of the unions. When the taxpayers can no longer afford to “maintain” spoiling these brats, there is no choice but to “get real” and stop fattening up the kids. As for collective bargaining, that’s like children throwing tantrums by rolling on the floor and messing up the floor with their vomit. All the parents could do is avoid slipping on their vomit, clean up the mess; firmly refuse to feed their unnecessary ways and mean it.

    Take another example: chemtrails. There are those who claim that the government and military are behind respiratory problems and other health-related illnesses created by chemtrails. When certain “sock puppets” offer “solutions”, I can see how the “bandwagon” effect operates behind the scenes. I see them as opportunists and could be con artists themselves, who will creates external forces that are out to destroy their business operation. In order to maintain the integrity of their business, they have to come up with anything that correlates the positive effects with these “solutions”. There is nothing in the current scientific methodolgy that would prove their “shark oil” works. I do NOT see long term studies done to show how humanity could benefit.

    The list could go on: global warming, abortion, gay marriages, and anything else less popular. Certain progressives are on the right track. But when infil-traitors twist the truth about all possible outcomes and “gang up” to make matters worse, I’d like to see how these fools could sleep at night, knowing they’d let their potentially ungrateful descendants worry about the future, by footing the bill. It’s not enough to rely on current standards of gaining knowledge through the media. If only people would take out the “bananas from their ears” and the “wooden beam from their eyes”, I’m sure the world would be as it once was — normal.

  • 20110314-More Spooks

    Although both JR and “Coach John” look similar, one is not “Asian”. Both know how to deal with people and are humorous. Both are smart, too. So if you had to choose between the good, bad and ugly, who would be friendlier? Bahahaha!

  • 20110314-More Spooks

    At 1:42pm, “Coach John” has handed us one 20 gram of freeze-dried Alicafe – Premium Gold with Colubia Arabica by POWER ROOT MARKETING SDN BHD.

    To bounce off the wall with this Malaysian product, follow the three-step process as shown on the icons of this coffee-colored package:

    • Step 1. Pour freeze-dried beans into your container.
    • Step 2. Pour hot water (86 Celcisu – 90 Celcius) into your container.
    • Step 3. Stir both liquid and solid forms; and enjoy!

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    Again, when my time is up here at this “temp job from hell”, I’ll remember the treats from some “nice people”. Bah!

  • 20110307-More Spooks

    So I’m reading the feed to a recent post entry by a “warrior”. And “Chris” used the word “nutbar” to describe those who would impose various interpretations of the word “gift” in that grassroots movement.

    I see some NUTTERS don’t get it! I am done, finished, sick and tired of being fooled by fools or “nutbars” alike. So as a person of free will to believe in any scam by con artists, I will now switch sides to the those who are skeptical to unproven theories and unsubstantiated evidence. The scientific approach and deductive reasoning do work. I remember that in high school during an experiment with some seedlings.

    Of course, I know those “gifting” device created by “nutbars” work to some extent. But without further proof — photos and videos — I am left sitting on a fence with pointy spikes on how these devices really work. It hurts to see TROLLS and NEWBIES pretend to asks questions about the efforts, when all they have to do is go online and do a general re/search.

    Somehow, the momentum of these efforts seem to be taking a slide. No one seems to care anymore. And yesterday evening, Maw had inquired if the boy felt something would happen in the upcoming months. Based on what his “friends” felt, he said something pessimistic.

    Well, if the NWO is part of the plan. So be it.

  • 20110307-More Spooks

    I noticed a full time staff keeps coughing constantly. He would blow his nose loudly with a honk, too. These daily occurrances happened after the guy used profanity (such as FU) over the work phone to little Ashley. According to the temp guy, she is on a six-weeks vacation. She has been working here for over six to seven years. I wonder how she is coming back if the cubicle where she used to be located has a different name tag.

    That’s how nasty people around this place can get just to keep their jobs. At the expense of the subordinates, the dirty work of getting rid of “dead weights” has to be done by middle management, which in my opinion only could be trimmed very easily by their boss, if they too wish to keep their sorry jobs. It truly sad to know some businesses operate in an uncaring way. If they cared, they would have filled my non-IT requests within one week and the boss would have replied to my emails.

  • 20110304-More Spooks

    At 12:55am, heard a loud copter sound directly over our house.

    The following Saturday mid-morning and while I was giving Maw a pedicure, I heard two light, planes buzz around our neighborhood. This was after giving the parakeets their bath because the air was warmer and the sunshine came out. I find the timing of these planes to be uncanny. I suspect our outdoor activities prompted the curiosity of spooks who have nothing better to do than wonder why simple folks do normal things in life.

  • 20110302-More Spooks

    So earlier today, I checked my personal email online. And all throughout my career this is the only division that continues to claim not to receive my faxed time sheet by Friday or that there is something wrong with the transmission. It could be that the fax machine of the client doesn’t work well. I don’t know.

    But what I do know is that this “head hunter” is internationally known. But for whatever reason, they continue to delay my weekly paycheck by one week.

    It’s true that working as a temporary employee has it’s freedom of not being committed like slaves compared to the full-time staffs of the employer/client. But the “head hunters” are ripping us off with cheap health care insurance, low pay, and underemployment.

    And yesterday another temporary worker through reliable source(s) emailed the two of us that this particular client lays off people in our area. It’s no wonder I haven’t seen little Ashley for a few weeks after a bunch of new guys converged in that cubicle area.

    “Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.” (a classic sung by Doris Day). Yeah, so whatever happens to us temporary workers, we really don’t think much about what will happen. And if it does, then that’s it.

  • 20110302-More Spooks

    So for the past two days, two full-time staff came by my desk. Those happen to be rare opportunites to share my knowledge with these smarty pants. Of course, I too expect them to be more discreet and professional in their approach with us more “seniors” who have medical conditions and enough crap over the course of our careers.

    On Monday, one reminded me of being more accurate. I emailed him my thoughts regarding key words of efficiency, effectiveness and consistency and how I would hate to see/hear the full time staff give the auditors different responses. He knows what he’s talking about in the body of his emails and is very simple in his responses, sometimes.

    On Tuesday, the other inquired of me of why one particular sales order was not scheduled. I emailed him four spreadsheets for him to compare — both the morning and afternoon data. Of course, the samples he scribbled on his white piece of paper are really “auditing” activities, which another “boss” has logged into her system. So in the body of my email, I try to be precise in the duration of each activity and why it takes so friggin’ long to complete.

    Bahaha! Again, I may rant about this gig being a “temp job from hell” but it’s to give a heads up of how UNDEREMPLOYED I really am! Morons!

  • 20110225-More Spooks

    [“It’s great to work among Vietnamese.”] said “Coach John” to a bunch of FOREIGNERS. He knows these people just don’t get it: Speak English and stop colluding among yourselves. Just because you come from wealthy backgrounds doesn’t mean you can run over the heads of us dummies! When working together, we are Americans first! And stop practicing your damn traditions! To the buck tooth “Anh Boss:” you’re friggin’ creepy! You don’t care about us! Because if you did, you’d hire the three of us temporary workers. Instead, you’d rather keep your job and blame us for your “backlog” rather than improving the process for more efficiency. You didn’t answer my email about an OSHA-related issue. Shall I complain to HR? Maybe they can kick your ass instead.

  • 20100227-More Spooks

    It was around 5:33pm when I awoke up from my afternoon nap of a couple of hours. The long nap must have been the effects of TruMoo Chocolate Milk with No High Fructose Corn Syrup. This is my first, smoothest chocolate milk of this brand.

    I also realized that I was late for the chat at 5:00pm. After installing the lastest Flash application, I tried logging on to the chatting session but only the female moderator was on. It was a creepy moment and quickly closed out the window.

    Later on this night, I learned that Maw was on the phone with my paternal Auntie Malformed, who had returned our call because Auntie Death had informed her oldest sister of our request. No wonder I awoke: Maw was making lots of loud noises over the phone downstairs and for good reason.

    The story is sad but karmic indeed. For whatever reason, the old bag refused to care of her ailing, elderly mother. And in return her nephew, my paternal cousin Joh, swindled the old bag out of her money. For whatever reason, Joh took a LONG time to repay the $30,000 that he swindled from her. Thank goodness she got her money back and deposited back into her bank.

    Unfortunately, she lost everything and now has to get her clothes done at a public laundry and has to walk a long distance just to retrieve her mail. Out of pity for her, we offered to get her a LIFE ALERT – 15,000+ Grateful Testimonials – BBB rating A+. I called the 1-800-360-0329 number and gave a “black lady” my full name and mailing address.

    The old bag fell down already and couldn’t reach the phone to call for help. BongGing, a brother of my paternal uncle’s wife, was the nearest and lives within the same apartment complex. She had to get a guy somewhere to help.

    Where is her family? Her two brothers — Macster and Dead — are helping to pay the bills but Dead got tired of driving and doing errands for the old fart. Her two sisters — Louse and Death — don’t seem to care because they are rendered nutters because of their parties, high ego and naughty children who had to pay the price of their parents misdeeds — drugs, alcohol and deaths in their family.

    But one thing is for sure: She sounded pleasant enough over the phone. But I won’t forget the false accusations made to my paternal units as expressed in my previous blog entries during Lola’s funeral party at her lost house.