Tag: spook

In that morning, Maw and I had tried to call Malformed twice but the generic answering machine of a deep-voiced male turned on. For two hours, Maw managed to speak with the BitterOne. She talked about getting disability from her aneurysm and planned to retire because she is 62 years old already. Then she disclosed how my paternal Uncle Gigalo was in a drunken state that he threatened her: “You won’t live to see tomorrow”. Of course, he was brandishing a knife, which is typical of some thugs from the Batangas province of the Philippines. She called the cops on him. I wonder if the cops hauled his ass to jail. That was long ago when they were first dating, by the way.

The boy and girl were told during that night’s dinner of this latest story. The boy, like two other paternal cousins — Giant and Shill — remember many things from their childhood. I don’t fortunately. The boy recalled how Uncle Gigalo screamed at the wife and how he fired a couple of gunshots into the air. This was during New Year’s and he was in a drunken state, of course. The Shill had ran out into the night; grabbed hold of her dad’s right arm and jumped up and down, pleading with him to stop his nonsense. I sensed that the drunken guy was having fun and didn’t think he was endangering anyone. The boy and I made a duck and cover action to avoid the smelly fumes from the gunshots. The wife screamed: “Dong! Dong! Stop it now!” We all just looked at each other. Huh. And y’all think I make up stories.

To “Coach John”: Grow up! Oh, that’s right! You are TOO short for us taller women. And you’ve got a LONG way to go, honey.

Why don’t you wear nicer clothes? You are too handsome to hide your flat butt in baggy jeans! Try shaving that beard. You might look younger, too. Bahaha! Young fool!

Quit messing around with the dummy next to me and this snotty bitch — moi. Our hood has been here longer than your kinds. Go back where you and your “dad” came from, which must be in America. My bad!

Everyone knows you are an arrogant fool. I’ve heard it first hand from another skin head. So you know accounting and GL, eh? That’s my area but I got stuck here with your attitudes. Eww! It’s no wonder I talk to myself!

Yeah, so stick the bottom of your right shoe back up your flat butt. I saw what you did and I know you saw the bottom of my right black shoe. I should have thrown my shoe into your face.
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Author’s note: Time of incident occurred at 9:53am near the printer.

At around 5:00pm yesterday, I heard at least three people talking near the slamming back door.

I saw the back of skin head barely above the cubicle wall and the buck-toothed dweeb, who coughed obviously and loudly at my air space and as the skin head shook his hand of well wishes to WTF he is going.

I couldn’t hear or care WTF he was talking about — the work that needed to be done by today and his travel to WTF he is gong.

Because of my bad hearing and because he was at the dummy’s desk at that time, he can crash and burn for all I care.

I notice his rosy cheeks too. It could be allergies or that he is demonically possessed.

The timing was just right. And as per the pusshead, he probably will get axed by the same head hunter by the end this month or the quarter. Tonight, I recieved a black and white PHOTOCOPY of employment application with a pre-paid business stamp on the envelop for returning it back! How many times must I fill out an employment application with these morons? Is that their policy and your laws? And how many more times will they request background check? To Obama and pals, are you people trying to snoop on my personal life? You won’t get any answers because it only shows POVERTY! And now the dweeb has been instructed to play to TPTB’s instruction and let me go — slowly by being rude.

He will be the first stupid manager to be verbally annoying. I wonder why he even bothered coming back. Could it be because his mommy is around to keep an eye on her little boy? I swear some people are too smart for their own good but by covering his ass and stressing me out is not nice. I didn’t sign up to be made stupid! He knows it and so does Steve. I work fast and he throws the word “efficient” back in my face. If he only knew that the dummy doesn’t explain the process well and the fact the smarter ones keep playing dumb with the both the pusshead and me, I’m not participating.

But that’s how the dweeb keeps the peace with the dummy sitting next to me. It’s truly sad because slaves like her are usually dumb and don’t complain. So by default and since she was there first and got interviewed by three to four smarter people, she gets to keep her job longer, make a few more bucks and then get put out later on to collect unemployment benefits just like everyone else.

On 2/21, the letter was mailed from 95113. On 2/22, the head hunter left a message twice on my cellphone (one in the morning and one in the afternoon) and has the nerve to call the “emergency number” at home. That’s because I always turn off my cellphone. I left second good message on her voicemail. On 2/23, the head hunter called me again regarding the employment application in the afternoon because I left a third voicemail message earlier that morning.

Coincidentally and around the timing of those three dates, the dweeb started making noise since Tuesday. So depending on who makes the first move, I’m hoping to collect unemployment benefits either way. Brouhaha! Why would I agressively seek employment when the pay is so good? The timing is just right because I usually hate to stay contracted for no more than a year and if the client CAN really afford to hire a temp to full-time, the normal 90-days must be completed before consideration.

Apparently companies suffer because their customers (and it is typical when conducting business in a capitalistic society) are on credit. But I truly believe the company suffers more because of morons, pussheads, dweebs and dummies. How can people improve if dummies don’t know how to explain what the smarter people are sharing in the hopes of gaining employment through deceptive practices of playing dumb? I see that the dweeb likes the dummy very well and dares not hurt her feelings because she appears to be one of the “homeys” — all dressed in black, all the time. And that’s why America is going to collapse within and upon itself because there are dummies sabatoging the work place from within and without fighting back but just sitting nice and pretty just like her.

Thou hast done injustice unto moi. Now Lord shalt cast ye down into the firey bottom of your stupid ways. Why doesn’t the buck-tooth dweeb just let the head hunter know that there is nothing to do and just let the company tell me it’s time to go instead of making a big deal — loud enough for the other full time staff to hear? To Obama and pals, perhaps you should consider outsourcing the main head quarters to China. That way the company can save on money without riding on the nerves of hard-working slaves. Or is it that we three dummies are just filling Obama’s quota as window dressing the employment figures? Again, the pusshead and I are trying to tell the stupid dweeb not to hire anyone full time, especially dummies because they are dishonest SLACKERS!

After work, I had a few minutes to talk with Maw who reported to me that the “banana nut bread” lady (Mercedes) and her very white-haired husband, who is eleven years her senior. Both were sitting a few pews behind Maw and Paw. Both sat through part of the rosary session following each morning mass just for today in the hopes that the banana nutter who go away. Maw looked back several times but older farts continued to sit through the prayers.

When the coast was clear, the husband knew Maw and Pa were trying to escape the conversation. Of course the target was Father Paul, the Vietnamese who came from a wealthy family. He is noted for waking up late — sometimes five to ten minutes later than the normal 8:00am schedule. The priest would stare at the nutter, who doens’t know how to shut up. The nutter followed him as he tried to walked away to shake hands and talk with other parishioners. That woman is nuts.

Prior to Valentine’s Day, the couple had visited our home. But I was at work when the nutter was asking for MONEY to get into a pagent called “Mrs. Valentines”. Maw scolded her really good: “You are wasting your money! Why not spend for your children and your grandchildren or help Cealdanio’s poor relatives back home and the needy? No one has the money in this dire econmoic times or will give you anything because you are too old. Most seniors are on fixed income. And those promoters will decide who gets the crown. They’d pocket your “large contribution” and you’d loose anyway.”

“Oh! You are so mean.” smiled the nutter. “Did you know I give a weekly contribution in the amount of $200 to our local parish? I also helped Fred in his times of need by cooking and giving him food even though I didn’t contribute anything to help out with the funeral and burial of his deceased wife, Rose. I also teach accounting in the Phillippines.”

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So, you see folks. When I blog about spooks, they actually do exist. As much as possible, Maw tries to avoid these people, especially that nutter who gives Maw the shivering “willies” throughout her body. But like me, we get the weirdos from overseas to this “temp job from hell” — mostly FOREIGNERS, who give mean looking faces at me. It’s truly shameful what this nutter does — asking money from family and friends when they have grown children who are working. The way Mercedes converses is truly evil. No wonder her sister beat her up long ago. She must have said or done something horribly wrong!

“I see no improvement based on the report(s) that I’ve been pulling-up. The numbers have not changed.” said the “Anh Boss”. Of course, I couldn’t keep a serious face and actually smiled. I had played along with the dweeb as the dummy was told to come to my desk and find out where I left off.

After she left my workstation, the “head hunter” called at around 2:54pm! Wow! Talk about perfect timing! Brouhaha! So I couldn’t tell the spook the truth that I didn’t like the slamming back door after she inquired about my environment. Right there, the dweeb had already told them about my “complaint” that I sent to him via an email earlier this month.

I told her that the workload is decreasing and that there was hardly anything to do. I also told her that the dweeb was making noise about my performance. And considering the mysterious timing of her call and his noise since yesterday, it was about time! I wanted to get out ASAP and drive my parental units wherever they needed to go — mostly to the doctor’s appointments and groceries.

To keep it professional, I told her that I was “underemployed” as a mere data entry worker; that I needed to be paid more for my working knowledge; and that it is fair to the company that I needed something to utilize my skills. She said that she would talk to the dweeb to find out if there is a better fit for my accounting background. But that my expertise would be handled by the accounting division.

Overall, I hate you all. But thanks for being discreet so as NOT to alert the fools of my silent and untimely departure far away from this “temp job from hell”. I really won’t miss that place and will donate my mug and black T-shirts overseas where there is a factory nearby. That should give them a heads-up on how they mistreat personnel at this company. As a matter of fact and to Obama and pals, shut them down.

So, the “Anh Boss” walked quickly to my desk and asked me how much I completed. Of course, I didn’t have the quantity because I wasn’t cross-trained properly by the dummy to provide that information in the first place. He asked me to show him how I did the primary activity and for all I know I was in the wrong screen, which he opened up for me and entered a few fields of criteria. “That’s how I’ve been doing it!” I cried out loud.

Mysteriously, I’ve been getting “missing operation” messages while he was watching how I worked. And, I played even dumber when he was getting loud to go over my head. “Oh the system is so slow!” I pointed out to him. He told me to log out and in again, which I did. Of course, I was having fun at the same time and truly felt sorry for him. I believe his bosses were hovering over him to find out why the “backlog” was not reduced.

I sensed he meant to get loud to me in the hopes that the dummy sitting next to me would by a “slim” chance overhear his displeasure on how SLOW her activity is compared to moi. Actually, the numbers of my side are the lowest among the three. In other words, I’ve done all I could as mentioned in my previous blog entry. And all I had to do was play dumb and go along with his nonsense.

“You doing it wrong!” screamed “Anh Boss”. Yeah, right! Get a life! While I’m sitting here getting bored and wondering why you are keeping the other dummies and me, I can imagine telling your bosses: “She is not following instructions.” He later requested that I inform him what I’ve completed. After three hours of working hard, the email server mysteriously had a hard time sending my large file! At least the file will have the date stamp when I last saved it at around 5:45pm tonight. So there! Eat it!

So there you have it: Dummies who don’t complain will keep their own kinds. And when these same dummies do complain, it’s all for the WRONG reasons. It’s no wonder businesses and America are going bankrupt. It’s no wonder that the anti-union bill must be passed. How is it that workers have the RIGHT to work and get paid for doing nothing when the taxpayers cannot afford or voted down propositions in the first place?

If I were the Governor Scott Walker (R), I would fire those union members who are protesting. I would investigate those same person, who called in sick. That is fraud and wasting our taxpayer’s darn, hard-earned money. If former and late president Ronald Reagan can fire the flight controllers for not showing up for work, then by all means those on strike should also be given the boot on their big, fat butt, like the dummy.

That’s why I’m adamant in making sure employers hire the right people for the job, not dummies! For God’s sake, there’s reason why some people are better fit for the job than most. Oh, and another thing, I was on a late mid-morning break and did NOT realize that there was a meeting with the twosome until I received an email from the dummy. Usually, it’s better business practice to use the email system to inform people when there is a meeting, not last minute! Idiots!

So for those spooks who are reading this blog entry and know why I no longer interact with these morons, that’s for a record. And quit making one dummy appear dumber than the rest. I will not be used as your scapegoats, you friggin’ losers! Fire them now!

Maybe, I’m the one with the problem — a perfectionist existing in an imperfect dimension with a bunch of morons.

I expected smarter people. And what do I get? Older and slower people. That’s right! I’m being set up to blow a fuse anytime out of frustration.

The pusshead email me for assistance a few minutes ago. He didn’t know how to use the “Auto Filter” of the Excel spreadsheet. How moronic is that? The dummy knew when the three of us and the boss discussed a spreadsheet. If he knows how the color the fonts, surely he knows how to use the auto-filter.

And now I know how the pusshead gets his answers! He keeps asking stupid questions! This was NOT the first time this has happend to me whereby spooks test my knowledge by asking stupid questions.

For example, I can tell he was playing dumb with me but I just kept quiet and watched him clown me. I recall an Asian girl from over ten years ago. She too was playing dumb with me on how to locate the footer button within the Word document program. I claimed that I didn’t know. She actually clicked the button out of frustration.

So there you have it: One — a pretty dummy, one — a creepy pusshead, and one snotty smarty. Bahaha!

Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20110222 at 22:24:52 PM UTC: To add more thoughts.