Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20101124-More Spooks

    My parish is teaming with “aliens” – not of nationality but of origin, like from outer space or deep underground. I recognize some familiar faces but not their names or did I ever talk to them.

    In this morning’s mass, I noticed a tall and tanned bald man with dark, somewhat wrap-around shades. He was seated in the left back of the “left section” of pews. In one of my many active imaginations, I figured he could be the tall guy’s dad because both carry themselves in a hunched-over fashion, like a caveman.

    After Mike asked me the name of the parish I attend yesterday, I told him. The name’s sake is similar to the hand gesture of “bunny ears”. A couple of weeks ago (perhaps last Friday or so), I saw another strange site.

    It was an old Asian lady with highlighted, long layered hair. One day during morning mass, she wore a light brown vest with fur lined on the perimeter – cuffs, etc. She wore a long-sleeved stretched blouse with light-colored polka dots. The image was an animal – a mind-controlled, Beta drone.

    The following morning, she wore a black-colored vest. This time there is a embroidered logo spelling the word in capital letters –  “OZ” on the upper back between her shoulder blades. “OZ” can be none other than from “The Wizard of OZ” or symbolically “ounces” of pure gold, like the golden yellow “brick” road, leading to a creepy, green-colored “alien” guy behind a curtain.

  • 20101121-More Spooks

    At 04:27pm, I saw a pale-looking, low-riding bicyclist. He had a black cap and wore black outfit. He sported a chin beard and upper mustache. He came down from the RUE and crossed in front of our only front window to MY drive, upon which he circled back barely to MY road and back to MY drive. He was wearing ear-pieces, like most spooks who either jog alone or with their damn dogs. Some wear baseball caps like this young, Mexicano-looking thug.

    To the SJPD, I’m not blind. Just make sure you keep a log of what’s going on in and around our neighborhood. After all, this area has lots of “good” taxpayers, if you know what I mean. And as for the divorced nutball living next door to us, WTF are you people going to club her over the head, drag her into the paddy wagon and haul her ass into a nicely, white padded room with other insane souls?

    Anyway, I was standing while talking to Maw, who cried again about my security in the future. She feels more people will take advantage of me and no one will take care of me in my old age. I know whatever money I may have won’t be enough to ward off dishonorable people who may cross my path. She further went on to advise me of my relatives and friends and how I should hold a hoe-down or something like that in recognition of their hard work.

  • 20101119-More Spooks

    So around 12:30pm or so, I told a “pal” how I disclosed my current situation to the twosome last weekend. They are in their seventies and I didn’t want to upset them but Maw especially cried: She wanted my younger brother and me to have been more “sharing”.

    I then described how they worked hard, didn’t go on vacations and are retired comfortably from their fixed income. It wasn’t fair to them to pay someone else’s debt. My sentiments was that they were looked down for appearing “poor” when in fact they could look “rich” but behave humbly, which is more honorable than a form of addiction of gambling (or, rather, in a guise as investing like moi.)

    I went further to describe my thoughts, how we are not greedy people or if “it” ever happened and how I would prefer to pay my karmic debt out of my blood, sweat and tears with this temp job from hell. Honestly, I fail to see how something so far away is supposed to effect my happiness here and right now I’m still fuming pissed because of this credit card debt  assumed despite his honest sharing of information.

  • 20101118-More Spooks

    After mass, I drove en route to work taking a road past the aluminum recycling plant to northbound 101. Lo and behold, I see a mini-SUV van-like truck pull out from its parked location upon my arrival about two to three cars behind. I lowered the sun visor while waiting for the streetlight to turn green. I had my nice cap on below my eyebrows to hide my hair. It makes me look thuggish.

    Anyway, after we crossed the railroad prior to the exit, I rode along to the left of it. For whatever reason, I sensed that it wanted to go to the left lane where I kept pace with it SLOWLY because I was following an orange-colored, cement truck. I rolled to another stop a few more feet behind the truck.

    Of course, the two goons swerved WEIRD to the right – not sure where they were going! It curved in an “S-like” pattern and stopped crooked at, say, 20 or so degrees “off center” to the right and behind one car in front of it. My spider senses were correct! When our streetlight turned green, the spooks turned right into another road that rhymed with “fish”.

    I swear. You people owe me BIG TIME!

  • 20101110-More Spooks

    So that’s how it goes with this damn company. People are finding out information about each other more than necessary. That’s what happened last month. I revealed a lot of personal stuff, which is good because it means they can’t force me to spend what I don’t have! I notice how certain “spooks” are assigned to assess the other person or the temporary workers. That’s what happened with my former micro-manager, Corinne. She’d take us out to lunch at company expense and ask lots of personal questions.

    No wonder Mike can speak a few Filipino words to moi — to gain my confidence. No wonder Steve keeps getting up and following JenJen to either the restroom or mini-lunch room. WTF? No wonder the thugs wearing mostly black clothing wave at JenJen. No wonder gays and lesbians look at me funny. No wonder at least two obviously bald guys walk up and down my aisle. It’s no wonder that this company has outsourced the bulk of its production to HONG KONG! It’s a mostly Asian-based company!

    Do you want to know something? Go screw yourselves, losers! Get a life and stop labeling me! Don’t you get it? I’m an American and don’t have anything do with Asians! That’s right! I hate being Asian! I hate being an Oreo, too – marshmallow goodness on the inside and chocolate sinful on the outside. That’s right! Just because I have dark hair and small, slanted eyes doesn’t mean I’m Asian! Okay, fine! I’m Asian. If it’s easier for you freaks to figure me out – I’m Asian! Get it? Sheesh!

  • 20101109-More Spooks

    En route from the mini-lunch room to my desk, there were two guys that actually looked back and over their right shoulder into my direction:

    Yesterday evening, it was the gay, white guy. He is tall and skinny and definitely walks with a peculiar stride as he sashays to the back door. Just like Josey and moi, he wears his shades over his somewhat balding head. This guy really likes to leave in a hurry and rams open the back door like the more traditional Chinese workers here. I sent him a thought to “chill out, freak!”

    This evening, it was the tanned, Chinese guy. He, too is tall and skinny. For whatever reason, he always look like he sweats. It’s because he plays sports or works out. I don’t know. He always has this smirk on his face as he glances at my desk en route to the back door. I sent him a thought to “shut up, freak!”

    So whatever is going on, I really don’t remember why I’m stuck here with these damn losers and don’t know what I’m supposed to do, except curse TPTB, Pete and pals. As for the rest of you: “Go screw yourselves! Get a life and stop minding my business, freaks!”

  • 20101025-More Spooks

    At around the 10:50am, I was walking around the building. I saw the SJFP red-colored fire truck in the distance northbound from where I was starting my mid-morning break. One guy got out to do something to the yellow fire hydrant. The truck moved up a few more feet to the next fire hydrant and another guy got out to work on the hydrant. Then the truck rounded the corner to its right and parked across another hydrant in which the driver got out and worked on the hydrant, which was to my left.

    But I scooted to the right between some bushes and avoided any possible sprays from his activities. [Snickering!] I should have talked to the nice-looking, skinny, white boy and find out why they keep working on the fire hydrants near this area.

    Then after another five to ten minutes, I finished the “half-circuit” of walking and saw the fire truck (T-28) make its was into the back parking lot, down a couple of aisle and towards the back, only to roll away slowly to the cul-de-sac and out the “drive”.

    I got my shoes, paused, looked, thought and carried on my way (a song).

  • 20101020-More Spooks

    Yeah, well, one tan-colored SUV parked on the opposite end of the cul-de-sac to my temp job from hell. Then the co-worker I was following early that morning yawned with his mouth WIDE OPEN as he left through the back door. I stuck my tongue out at him and mumbled under my breath: LOSER!

  • 20101021-More Spooks

    Sometimes I like company while walking. There are times when I’d wish they’d go away. Today, I wanted to walk with Mike but Gonzalez, the security guard was talking with him. So I decided to take off after chowing down my 1 cup of lunch and wash it down with plain water.

    After walking VERY slowly around the eBay area for 45 minutes, I replaced my walking sneakers with my ugly clogs for work. Lo and behold, the creepy one – Theresa – calls out to me! Damn! Please go away! I just want to be left alone! God! Get a life!

    Anyway, she wanted to go upstairs. But I had to “powder my nose” in the downstairs bathroom. But there were two other athletics just washing up. I don’t maybe people who are pretty much strangers are creeping me out.

    If I’m hired full-time, I’ll have to sneak out to avoid her. I already lost my freedom downstairs in the lunchroom because of the other pest who kept asking me personal questions. And the upstairs lunchroom is so noisy with stupid FOREIGNERS.

    She called a few minutes after I left for today’s lunch walk. God! It’s getting creepy. Damn friendly freaks! The only time people close to me is when they want something. Do you know what? I’m bankrupt. So fuck off!

  • 20101015-More Spooks

    At around 4:20pm, this VERY short white lesbo with short brown hair walked by my desk quickly and coughed in my area. (Yeah. That’s right! You lesbians are gross! Get away from me! Freaks!) She keeps coughing to signal how ugly she is. Morons!

    Today, she has intentionally put this stupid cigarette in her mouth. Just because it’s Friday, she thinks it’s okay to be an unprofessional idiot! What’s wrong with this place?

    WTF? Is she trying to prove that smoking is cool. To all of you assholes: I do NOT smoke. I don’t want to inhale your cooties. You people need to detox your body, too. Get away from me, NOW!

    Die, freaks!

  • 20101012-More Spooks

    The place is crawling with the creepies, besides the “language limitation” and slamming back door, even Scott the white guy coughed near my area. (For fun, I mumble under my breath and pronounce the word “chocolate” or roll the letter “R” in the word “correct” to mimic another accent.

    Anway, there’s a sick hoarder sitting near Scott. The hoarder has lots of plastic containers sitting inside his cubicle – “Big Gulp” containers and several plastic liters of leftover sodas, for examples. If I were the fire marshall, I’d ding that guy for piling “hazardous” waste material in a working environment. The guy is so bony, too! Yuch!

    As for Tess, she looks like Bozo the clown with her VERY bright red lipstick. I can’t figure out if she’s Asian or Filipino. But she’s “bastos” and didn’t seem interested to offer a greeting or smile at the mini-lunch room. I had to say: “Hi!” to the bitch. She’s nuts, smart, talkative, BRASSY loud. AND the snake no longer spews her coughs so loudly: Thanks to John, Obama and pals.

  • 20101011-More Spooks

    Again, the white, unmarked vans took off from their corner stake out. The twosome had left earlier than me because I took a shower late, had to pack my lunch and do other things, like hose down this morning’s condensation left over on my car (and a small gnat on the right passenger door).

    When I was putting away the garden hose at around 7:40am, one unmarked van took off. The other van stayed put until I left the scene.

    Then at around 10:50am during this morning’s late break, an SJPD squad car took off upon my arrival and made a right. It had its yellow running lights going left. Then another squad car (which was “out of service”) made a left instead.

    Nothing else was usual except one older guy looked my way from his truck and a big white guy in a big white SUV asking two white guys walking around the eBay area for direction.