Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20101222-More Spooks

    The whole day I had rubbed my face with my middle finger, mostly the left to be discreet. I even said: “Shut up!” to a stupid Asian guy, who coughed in my airspace as he walked by from the back door. He looked out of the corner of his right eye, grinning as usual. Do you think I appreciate NOISE POLLUTION from your stupid customs? Dammit! I’m not Asian! I’m American! Stupid!

    I even broke more “rules” by doing someone’s stupid job even after I told her I wouldn’t touch it yesterday. It’s because she is too damn slow for my expectations and will most definitely end up like me – unemployed because management is just waiting for any slip-up to let us go. I’m fed up with being stuck with MORONS, like myself of course! It’s hard lesson but I’ll take a letter grade of “F” as in “F^CK Y’ALL” anytime, alight?!

    The point here folks is that this company is crawling with spooks! How do I know? For example, this tall white guy with very straight and tidy hair of dark color was walking around my area near the printer. I know my area like a hawk and this spook was just asking for trouble. He walked around twice, nay, thrice – once to pretend looking over my cubicle and behind me to where the new guy was sitting, “northbound” near the decorated areas, then “eastbound” where upon I saw his quick gaze looking INTO MY DAMN DIRECTION, and then giving me a cue with a FEIGN flick of his right middle finger as if trying to scratch his right ear and all the while FAKING a look “eastbound” when I’m damn well “southbound” from his direction! He disappeared when I removed my gaze.

    Listen folks: Do me a favor and extract me from this pigeon hole of a “temp job from hell” and find me a higher paying job that doesn’t rot my brain into a mindless mush of rules, regulations, laws and stupid standards meant from “robots from hell”! Do I make myself clear? Or must I make my list and check it twice and find out who is naughty or nice. My bad! Perhaps, he was just lost, like a lost soul wandering around aimlessly in HELL, which is this place, only without the fire and brimstone and sulfur burning in the air! Do you get it! Stupid, puppies!

  • 20101217-More Spooks

    Sometime Friday an usher’s wife called Maw and cried to her about the husband wanting to resign from “serving the Lord” that day. There was an incident in which a group of alleged “Viets” got a hold of a locked combination and may have taken some of the contents, which could be microphones and such. The wife then went on to describe how another “Pinoy” usher got a hold of the combination and was trying to sabotage the other usher.

    Here are a few of my theories:

    • The first usher claimed some people might want him to get in trouble.
    • There may be telepathic among the parish members who know of the combination.
    • The first usher “sabotaged” himself to gain favor and sympathy with the priest.
    • The second usher is jealous of the first usher and may have sabotaged the first usher.
    • Someone looked over the shoulders of the first usher.

    —
    And to think I gave the second usher a “half-hug” around his shoulders as he placed his head temporarily on my left shoulder! Had I known earlier, I would have ignored the buffoon. He was waiting behind me during that early morning’s post mass reception, by the way. No wonder the Pinoy lady with the high hair-do and thick eye makeup didn’t give the cad an eye contact. She was near the table to our left.
    —
    Then during the Eurcharist of the 10:45am choir mass on Sunday, we saw the first usher still serving! For whatever reason, it appeared that he had not resigned his post after all the feeling of having of a “heart attack”. The cad is noted for talking harshly with the “Viets” of our parish because they don’t seem to care about cleaning up after themselves during the events held on parish grounds.

    Prior to the closing blessings, the priest announced several events happening and said:

    “[If anything happens, it’s not my problem.]”

    In other words, the damn Asians can take care of themselves.

    —
    Paw had joked earlier about a scenario between the priest and the cads:

    • “Father! We have sinned! We ask for your/the Lord’s forgiveness!”
    • “Sons! You are forgiven. Now go in peace and sin no more!”

    Maw quipped:

    “The ushers are much older than the young priest!”

    —

  • 20101220-More Spooks

    Well, the place is still crawling with spooks. This morning there was a pear-shaped, white guy waiting at the corner of a financial place. Upon my arrival at the particular corner intersection, he fumbled in his right pocket and pulled out a cellphone, obviously to phone in my presence. He was wearing very small shades and was balding.

    As for Tess K., she seemed frustrated that I couldn’t sing the background refrain “Turn around” during Saturday’s karaoke party at the VP’s “regular house” up in Pleasanton, CA by rubbing her forhead (or third eye chakra). Corrinne A. and Leoni R. were also two other former co-workers, who would rub their foreheads around my presence. I guess I’m “rubbing off” on them too much. Hahaha!

    The other two spooks continue to email their sentiments with each other. I’m intentionally leaving my sentiments via emails as an audit trail that TPTB stuck me in this “temp job from hell”. Again I should be grateful for inheriting “fishy scales” to a lesser degree but I wouldn’t know and really don’t care. So back off, you morons!

  • 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!

  • 20101216-More Spooks

    So the whole place where I work has a tag team of spooks — from JenJen’s poker face professionalism (much to Steve’s chagrin) to Hoan sanpku-eyes of personal issues.

    As far as I know, both email each other. Hoan continues to email me. JenJen continues to work in her usual “controlled” pace. John is a brassy, loud-mouth unprofessional with a butt load of alcohol in his mouth. The rest act Asian or white if they dye their hair lighter than natural.

    Of course, the auditors were nearby and the balding Steve claimed that one activity was done by accident. I looked at the history of all those ending in the letter “R” and sure enough I was made a scape-goat. So Phan emphasized a process rather loudly as whizzed past my desk and probably whispered to Nam in his language to come to my desk and got louder still.

    I too got loud because JenJen had mysteriously printed out a hard-copy of the quantity and reel standard a few minutes earlier. Most of the entries were done by the full-time staff. I played along and it didn’t bother me because I know what the auditors are looking for. So there! Nyah!

  • 20101208-More Spooks

    For whatever reason, Hoan is very troubled about JenJen taking an assumed role as leader of the three of us. He keeps emailing me of his complaint and in one of my response to him was to let the “boss” know.

    During lunch time together downstairs, the VERY inquisitive (or nosy) yet VERY informative turd just started to complain too much. And all I could tell him is to let the twit do whatever she wants because there is no “right or wrong”.

    He mentioned that she didn’t have working experience in a “large company” but I liked her style because she knows how to “butter up” people, like moi, and to get along with the guys with her sports and other normal social conversation.

    I went off loudly again about my background experience with auditing, how I was WELL vetted in a VERY large (federally contracted) company and my other thoughts about what I’m seeing. My working career did NOT involve being controversial but FAILING to speak up. Do you know why?

    It’s status quo. Workers are paid to do the job with little or no complaint what so ever. Employers like stupid people, like JenJen, but friendly and pretty enough to keep the mostly BOYS happy. Fundamentally, employers want to minimize the pay rate; so that’s where the both of us come in.

    Just sit there and process and look the part. I suggested to Hoan that I could tell Phan that I’m not interested in the position and recommend that Hoan work with his nemesis, JenJen. That would be a great punishment for the both of them for playing me with their method, a word they each used once in my air space.

    As for Hoan the temp agency told him his last day is in the middle of next month. So far my head hunter didn’t notify me of my demise, which means I may get to be converted to a full-time, back door wall flower earning MINIMUM wage (after deductions and taxes, of course). Whoo! Hoo!

    So you see folks. I’m playing deaf, dumb, blind and mute. Why? I’m here to observe and report back how I like Steve’s clear explanation of the processes to the auditors (two of whom I saw eating behind me during lunch from the reflection of the glass windows to the assembly area in front of me) and how I like to make mumbling and burping noises at my desk out of sheer friggin’ boredom.

    Even Tess cracked a feigned smile at me en route back to her desk from the printer nearby. Then a nice, tall, bald, older white chap conversed with me as my purse got caught in the door handle and how it could have meant to work harder but that I’m only temp and don’t think so! Neat!

  • 20101207-More Spooks

    “If I did a good job, [I wouldn’t kiss your @ss!]”
    ~Tess with the new guy just right pass my desk…

    “Oh! Look at the skies!”
    ~Charissa at the printer to moi around 5:00pm…

    “you both are doing a great job!”
    ~Emal from blob at 1:57pm…

    —

    Comments like these are unwarranted. Go f^ck yourselves!

    If there is a job better paying than this crap, then it’s good!

    If I didn’t make loud typing noises for the past one hour, I would be outdoors where the nice pink clouds are!

    If we did such as great job, you wouldn’t be the assumed cheer-“leader” of the team!

  • 20101129-More Spooks

    On 11/29/2010 at 11:23am for 46:13 minutes, Maw talked to Bella who reported the jealousy of the relatives. Their insane reasoning for not visiting their brother is a psychological reversal: They cannot get along because Maw and her deceased brother. Now what is the world are my ungrateful, moronic relatives living in the East Bay (Hayward, San Leandro) are bringing up the dead?

    They cannot get along with us because of jealousy. They cannot find enough dirt on us that they have to use the dead against my own Maw. To the Feds: You know who these nutballs are – they gamble in Cache Creek. You know my Facebook account and you can view the other paternal relatives and activities via Ruch!lle as one of my cousins. The other ungrateful maternal relatives are An@lyne and Ang#line, who FAILED miserably to notify us of their deceased bio-unit hag. You can read about their activities via my second cousin “J@cklyn”.

    Per Bella, I’ve learned that Jerel and his family had to move back into the house of Malouse, his nutball bio-unit who likes to throw parties, even for a post-op surgery. I joked after learning about that stupidity years ago, that she might have another party for her hemorrhoids. My insane aunt now houses the in-laws who lost their house to foreclosure.

    So for whatever reason, I personally have nothing to do with these people. It was me who have created that divisiveness. But Maw, like my paternal cousin Shill, have strong maternal instincts and would keep the family and relatives together no matter what.

    As a result, I told Maw the other day and plainly:

    “They are off my list.”

    Sadly, Maw had to tell Paw this truth.

    I told Maw about the personal attacks from every direction for keeping a strong spiritual path and her faith in God.

  • 20101128-More Spooks

    Well, after reading the RSS feed to the Matt meister’s weblog site, I visited a site proudly powered by WordPress. I see nine unfriendly and unsmiling reptoids posing as the front page of the site. One could see in their faces: Their skin texture is not smooth, sporting pock-marks and wrinkles as if they smoke lots of pot. They wear mostly all black outfits. And they appear tough, only mothers of these boys could love thugs like them. They have over-inflated muscles and popping veins, fit for steroidal injections. Their foreheads have nasty bumps, too.

  • 20101123-More Spooks

    Besides the unusual beautiful day prior to Thanksgiving Day, there are the usual homeless folks standing on the corners of the street, holding up their signs and waiting for a hand-out. I see these as “tests” of the “horizontal spirit” as per a New Age book which I normally read while pooping on the toilet.

    I saw they are young. I saw they are possibly illegal “aliens”, drug users and/or alcoholic winos. Whatever the case, no one from the vehicles closest to them bothered to roll down their windows and offer a few bucks for feed their souls or stomachs. I was about to get out my wallet and saw a few bills but nothing lower than a couple of loose five dollar bills.

    I know I could have handed those precious bills to anyone. I know I didn’t because I justified my action already that fine morning. I know I can be a wealthy prick if I wanted to. If Maw and Paw were with me, they would have not handed out anything. It’s just getting ridiculous. How much lower can TPTB go before testing the will of the Lord? Huh?

    NEED HELP

    I know Manong Ben has done the same – holding up a homeless sign on one of the street corners for laughs. His basketball buddies caught him one time and got their laughs too. He claims to have lots of money in the Philippines. But they are pricks when it comes to medical intervention, if you know what I mean.

    Many other times, I’d see these reptoids holding cellphones, which means they are not poor at all. One was actually working two locations. We even saw one get into his car after awhile of standing in a corner of our neighborhood. So my conclusion is this: Being homeless is like being a prick.

  • 20101124-More Spooks

    After the three of us got out of SeaFood City, there was a Filipino guy asking for a handout. He spoke Filipino to Maw, who handed him a one dollar bill. Roughly translated in English is the conversation below:

    “Ma’am! I have no money. My family abandoned me. They are having their Thanksgiving without me”

    “Why?”

    “I did something wrong.”

    “Okay. You better not do anything bad and ask forgiveness”.

    —

    I noticed how shady gray his fingers are: I assume he uses drugs. To Pete, the guy looks almost exactly like you – only he is slight shorter than me!!!

    When Paw and Maw were about to enter the car with their backs turned to the guy, I saw from my driver’s seat and through the car’s windshield how the guy started having an episode.

    He was facing to the left during the interception of Maw, turned around and made a quick punching motion with his right hand downward. He then turned around while holding his right cranium with his right hand.

    His episode quickly turned off light the day of light. His angry face quickly changed to a smiling face. He looked at Maw’s direction as she was trying to sit down and he waved at her with his left hand as if nothing happened.

    Now folks. Once again, a nutball is a nutball. Don’t try to mix in past life reincarnation, alien implants, PTSD, etc. It’s a bio-chemical anomaly in which the traumatized bio-unit could not handle. As a result, they have all but been lost forever in their alternate realities.

    Just treat these nutballs with kindness but watch out! They can bite like animals if easily frightened or if something goes off in their small minds.

  • 20101126-More Spooks

    So Ben had announced to the people to pray their damn Rosary in the chaplet because there were boxes of new books to replace the Missle and Music Issue 2010. Lots of people had actually volunteered to help unpack the new ones and pack in the old ones. Even a disabled Viet girl helped, young, old, beautiful and mostly us Asians – Chinese, Vietnamese and Pinoys.

    That’s fine and done within twenty minutes. I help kicked a couple of boxes to the front lobby for pick-up into the trash. Then Ben, a tongue flicker (or reptoid) coughed into my air space. He didn’t bother greeting me or whatever. He’s got problems with the Lord, whom I’m sure wouldn’t give a damn for his efforts as an usher to my local parish. For you see, the place is teaming with reptilians, like him – and they are Asians, too.

    One day and without any effort, my heart chakra was buzzing (subconsciously) and of course several “Asians” – the old and ugly Vietnamese guys – started coughing uncontrollably. I kept up the boosting and they wouldn’t stop. One time, I intentionally made one Asian guy cough eight times in a row by filling his lungs with “good” air – in and out – eight times. Then I sensed I had better stop. Hehehe!

    After twenty minutes, I went over to Maw who was busy talking with “Minh”, who has a weird coughing and clearing of her throat. She too is a reptoid – the kind of Filipino, which really looks like an orangutan, which has a WIDE upper lip. Those kinds behave friendly enough but are more primate in appearance and primitive in their lifestyles. She started bragging about her daughter taking a one week cruise with her son, who is a star or whatever.

    As per the white folks (like Mike), they may claim (as does “Minh”) that Filipinos are hard workers. That’s true and with passion. But I kept thinking – Filipinos are merely monkey slaves. Sorry: But this is true. Most Filipinos do NOT look like me – Chinese – or Chinoy. I like that really and did get away with lots of Chinese talking to me in their language. It’s a funny world.