Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20100720-Weathery Ways

    Today’s was much cooler. An overcast of gray clouds gave light showers after receiving the `Hostia` and leaving the parish. At around 8:22am, I was in my car and ready to go to work. This is the current arraignment as if I never left home – wake up, attend mass and go about business as usual. And as usual, I would work, then count the hours until lunchtime, which I been happily doing on my own and without the pusshead asking personal questions and go out for my thirty minute walk around the block.

    I intercepted Theresa D. again and she talked about work, what’s going to do and about her brother who is one year my junior. The guy is a bum, not interested in socializing with his peers or going out to meet or date girls his age. Sorry, girlfriend! I’m not interested. If this former and current co-worker talks rapidly, giving me a headache in the process, how much more her brother? No thank you!

  • Nice Lunch

    Today’s lunch was the usual leftover. This time the pusshead left for lunch at around 12:13pm and went downstairs because it’s less stuffy than the one upstairs. J#n!k@ left around 12:20pm and I had my lunch upstairs with Allen and his friend Joe. That went on for about thirty minutes and I had my usual thirty minutes walk around the block twice. The weather was MUCH cooler and the wind blew stronger, cooling me as I walked under my black, Tote umbrella. The air conditioner is not as freezing cold either. I guess Emily took note of my complaint and let her client know about that issue. Hehe!

  • 20100716-More Spooks

    Well, I just told off the Hoan N. that my personal life is off-limits and that he should concentrate on work. I emphasized if he understood. He said, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” and that he will only inquire about work. He then walked away and shook his head.

    Earlier, he kept asking if ate, walked around or whatever. He saw that I was walking around and he told me that. It felt like he was stalking me or watching my every moves.

    Just fair warning: These male V!ets have attitudes.

  • 20100715-More Spooks

    I’m reading about this `apostasy` and am at the point where the writer mentioned;

    “Over 99% of the [Christian] churches are infiltrated by double agents[…]”

    Guess, what? Our local pastor was a former soldier in the Afghanistan war. His head appears `off` as if tilted slightly to the left. Something happened to him. But he still talks fast. He is exactly my age, by the way and taller than the tallest parishioner.

    —

    My mind was creating an imagery the other day about this pastor. Would he know how to evacuate our parish if some war happenstance come to our neighborhood? I know there is an underground facility along the foot of this hill. As mentioned in one of my old blog entries, there are two white pipes sticking out in a “J-shape” and upside-down, too.

  • 20100715-More Spooks

    Don’t get me wrong. I’m trying to be professional and friendly. But the pusshead doesn’t get it. He’s just a lunch buddy. He keeps asking questions, which I told him yesterday about people who don’t mind their own business.

    Yesterday, he asked if I liked fruits. I simply replied, “Yes.” Today, he asked when I left my last employer. I didn’t respond. He asked if one year ago? I said, “Long ago.” I shook my head.

    To the temp agency who stuck this pusshead in my group: WTF?

    He misunderstood me after we ate lunch downstairs where production usually eats. I waved twice, looking back to say goodbye. The pusshead followed me outdoors! He thought I invited him to walk for a few minutes!

    To the rest of you fools: I do my own things! Get it? I’m quiet and reserved. I’m only here for six months and don’t care about your damn personal preferences or lives. Just talk about work and that’s it. Morons!

  • 20100715-More Spooks

    Hoan N@^y#n, the friggin’ temp won’t go away! I was walking away from the mini-breakroom. And I see out of the corner of my left eye, the little pusshead. I was trying to avoid him by walking fast ahead but he intercepted me in one of the intersection.

    I got pissed as I walked away from his desk. His eyes were fearful as if something was wrong. He showed me a pop-up screen of the Microsoft Office Outlook, which prompted for his password. The nit-wit should have known that he has been using the login information for the `network` from one the business planners.

    The little puss won’t go away! God, then I mumbled under my breath that he is weird. I hope Jen!k@ didn’t hear me, sort of.

  • Good, Bad, Ugly

    If you have a Facebook account, which of the three words would mostly closely describe who you really are within yourself and to others?

    • Good,
    • Bad, or
    • Ugly.

    —

    Last night Robert F@br!c@nt#, my fourth cousin living in Monterey, CA. wrote a disturbing personal message. In my whole life, he is the second person to tell me I’m UGLY in writing. It could have been spam. As per my an old blog entry, a white girl waiting in the orthodontist’s chair on my left told the assistant that I’m UGLY. That was during my early teenage years.

    It was only recently that I’ve received a complimentary BEAUTIFUL from a long-distant friend, who was being kind. Meh! Maw is the only other kind-hearted person, who kept reminding me I’m BEAUTIFUL. One other cousin on Facebook told me I’m PRETTY but I felt the response wasn’t sincere. The rest are being dishonest.

    —

    By selecting any of the three words, I’ll offer my interpretations below.

    • Good. Let others be the judge of how `good` you are. You give yourself too much credit.
    • Bad. Let others know you are human. It only gets worse if you lie about your imperfections.
    • Ugly. Let others learn about the ugly truth. This last category exposes the worse in others.

  • 20100713-More Spooks

    This temp guy won’t friggin’ stay in his cubicle! He came over, inquired if I was browsing Google and started asking about how to do screen shots. I had to show him the friggin’ `Print Screen` button on the keyboard. I told him he could try the intranet and help desk features, which he should have found out on his own. Apparently we girls are smarter than that.

    I gave him sort of a dirty look – like go away freak and browse the internet over there. Cooties!

    Anyway, he is too nosy, too. Today we had lunch again for the second time. He inquired of the exact state back east where I came from, what language I spoke at home, just like the other smelly guy yesterday when a temp girl called in sick yesterday and other personal stuff like what university I graduated and such.

    The temp girl is more professional. She doesn’t hang out with anyone but goes home to her mother’s for lunch. Next time I won’t join him for lunch. But if I do, I’ll let him talk. Next thing he’ll want to know is my bank account number, Social Security number, weight, height, age, race, culture, habits, whatever.

    He seems to know more about two personnels here – one working for 26 years, the other for 16 years — and about how the production plant from here has been moved abroad. I went on to say it was okay for open borders so people could visit their hometown folks.

  • Happily Trimmed

    I noticed that the people who survived being laid-off (or `trimmed` as a co-worker told me during our first lunch out together last week – after three years of not working together at the other place) appear much nicer, friendlier and happier. People are not as snappy or snobbish, too.

    I feel that down-sizing the workforce across all levels – federal, state, local and private – will keep only the `strongest and fittest` available. Yesterday, during our thirty minute brisk walk around the block, Theresa said that it would be better to cut off the OVERTIME instead of laying off. But, ironically, those working OVERTIME benefit from more hours and, of course, the much needed money to support their family.

    So yeah, unemployment may seem high during Obama’s administration. But that is part of the `dirty job`, to take out the trash, separate the goat from the sheep and cut the weed among the flowers. Hehe! Yeah, right!

  • Granny’s Eulogy

    After consider the advice from the twosome while en route to the first of two viewings yesterday evening, I typed up this four-paged eulogy (Arial Black and 14 points) at work:

    Thank you for coming family and friends: [To tell you the truth I had drafted so many versions. And with the support and love of my family, I kept the speech short and sweet, just like old granny, and from the heart].

    INTRODUCTION

    Let me start out by introducing myself. I’m the oldest of twelve surviving grandchildren of my Lola. I was born to her second of eight children, a son by the name of R[…] (or simply Roger), who is married to my mother, Fely. I have a younger brother Roger Jr. by three years. He is the eldest male grandchild and third in line of the grandchildren. He is married to Lindsey his beloved wife. My name is F[…] S[…] B[…]. But I’m simply known as Lyn by my relatives.

    [brief pause here]

    STORY 1:

    I remember Lola calling out to me in her tiny voice: “Lyn! Lyn!” She would give me her usual hugs and kisses by sniffing at my cheeks twice – [one on the right and one on the left]. I said to myself: “Alight! Lola loves me!” Alas, she would inquire without fail: “Where’s Junior my grandson? Is he in school? I want to give him a hug!” Right there, I felt she loved Junior, my brother more than me. But I simply smiled knowing that she love the both of us.

    [brief pause here]

    STORY 2:

    I remember Lola showed her love for my immediate family by showering us with gifts of gold jewelry — necklaces, bracelets and rings. Lola, I will forever treasure your gifts of love. And tonight I wear those two pairs of rose-cut diamond earrings that you gave to me when I was a little girl.

    [brief pause here]

    STORY 3:

    I remember Lola for her unique sense of humor. To show her appreciation of our gifts – clothes, cakes and cards on special occasions, such as Mother’s Day, Christmas and birthdays, she would smile up at us and show us what I would call a “fish face”. It involves an exaggerated version of a kiss, a pucker by bringing the two lips together that resembles a fish sucking in air. For those interested I’ve uploaded some photos of Lola’s funny face on my Facebook account.

    CONCLUSION

    [brief pause here]

    But tonight, let us remember Lola for what she really is:

    • She was a dedicated wife who served Lolo Mac his daily coffe and food, helped put on his socks and shoes during his old age and stayed by his side during his brief stay at a local hospice until he died. That shows in and of itself a traditional Filipino marriage and pride in her man — through thick and thin — and until death.
    • She was a strong mother with all the love and care she show her eight adult children the best possible way she could while living in the Philippines and here in America.
    • She was above all as someone who loves each of us in her own special way.

    Let us all remember Lola not only as a quiet and reserved person but as a loving human being.

    [I was online browsing the Yahoo! news and came across a news article]: As Warren Buffet explained in an exclusive interview with Yahoo! News and Huffington Post:

    “There is no power on earth like unconditional love.”

    [From this billionaire we could learn something.] From this quote, we call could learn that it has nothing to do with money [but staying together as family, relatives and friends, learning to forgive each other while still alive and before death].

    [brief pause here with crying voice]

    May God keep you always, Lola. You will always remain in my heart and in my memory. I love you Lola. Rest in Peace.

    —

    I was the first up. Three daughters, two sons and three other grandchildren gave their eulogy with my brother being the last to say sorry and promises to lead a better life.

  • Visible Post

    So I’m about to post something via Facebook.com. Here is the pop-up message:

    This Post is Visible to Everyone

    Whenever you share something, you can choose who can see it. Clicking the lock icon allows you to edit privacy for each post. The one you just created will be available to everyone on the internet.

    You can change the default setting for all posts you create from the Privacy Settings page

    [Continue] [Cancel]

    This will let everyone know I’m being blocked out of Facebook.com!

  • Flying Over

    From the south direction, a plane with wide rotors was buzzing towards the north. I was prepping the CharBroil griller out in the backyard when I heard it and ran from the north end of the cooking space to the south end. I waved `ATTENTION` at it. It saw my arms and VEERED or banked to its right. I then waved `INCOMING` at it. It proceeded to go wherever it wanted. It was around 11:00am.