Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: mySpooks

  • 20100909-More Spooks

    Yesterday, I remembered to power Steevo’s Desktop Succor Punch, which no longer has a blinking blue light to indicate if the unit is working. So this morning I have it on my desk at the temp job from hell. If it’s supposed to work, I noticed less people using the back door. Either that or I’m used to the noise of the slamming door.

    However, Kim T. coughed by my desk at around 12:22pm after she faked printing out from the copy machine next to our desk area. I saw her force a fake cough a little bit. Her tongue was rolled like a taco and purple in color. That indicated she’s of a snake variety. She then forced a bigger cough. But I was already standing up and coughed loudly in response to her noise. The third one was also faked.

    Too bad John, her V.P. boss is too weak to send her to Obama’s quarantine unit. As far as I’m concerned, I’m much taller than that Filipino breed and I shouldn’t be afraid of such annoyances.

    Obviously, she’s a nutter from the way she’s behaving. If only this damn SP works harder, then she can go far away and take a long vacation for all I care. Maybe she’s allergic to her dirty work area, which is next to a wall of exposed metallic beams (painted in white) or even the food and drinks of tea. Tea is grass and people can be allergic to that stuff.

    All I could conjure up were images of her swallowing a big rat into her big mouth, just like the reptoid `Diana` from the sci-fi, action, adventure televised show: “V” – you know, for Victory against these ALIEN invaders.

  • Mocking Whistleblowers

    Over the Labor Day weekend, the television was tuned to FoxNews. The panel of eggheads were discussing an issue about a cyclist suing the government over the drug abuse/usage of a popular cyclist. To me, it was `business as usual`.

    They mocked how whistleblowers are wasting their time and money by trying to get the government to pass judgement in favor of those who don’t do illegal activities, such as steroids. They challenged the whistleblowers to go to the police and the media and, get this, write a book and make a profit from the knowledge and experience.

    You know what? I already mentioned that stuff in my previous blog entry.

  • 20100908-More Spooks

    This morning the usual JackBoots were handing out traffic tickets. This time is the familiar white, mini-SUV. Yesterday, was a gray-blue, commerical sedan, which to my right while waiting for the streetlights to turn green. And older lady in front of me dared not to scoot in front of the parked car.

    Yesterday, the boss questioned why my last name was covered with ugly tape. I said that I wanted to change my last name when I got married. He misheard and said a congratulations to me and then later asked when was the big day. I told him that it was only in my dreams.

    Yesterday, the two recruiters from the human resources department came by my desk and asked why my last name is now visible to more spooks who would dare use MY backdoor to enter and exit this god-forsaken building. I pointed to the boss and told them that it fell off.

    `Andy` is a old, white guy with red-colored, lobster face. His side kick is a skinny, white boy with smooth skin, which has lots of brown dots, not freckles. This boy wears glasses and has a small head unlike his big-headed boss.

  • Stepping Through

    While doing my number two business into the toilet, I’ve read my favorite book and the section about `special projects`. Prior to pooping, I had wondered about my VERY telepathic J.B. from over three years ago. I was lying in bed and recalled how I sent out my distress signal via thoughts and how three entities `stepped through` from my right hand side where my wooden crucifix was hanging next to my bed room door.

    Then a thought occurred: Since the world operates in symbols (and not through texts or sounds), I saw what the `cross sign` REALLY represents. It’s a `dimension shifting symbol` for entities to `step through` into our world especially when humans are going through deep emotional trauma. If y’all haven’t read what I mean, you should do more research on the blog of that particular event.

  • 20100902-More Spooks

    A few minutes ago, the damn Filipino named K!m T#$$ – (whose last name rhymes with the former Entertainment Tonight host), coughed near my desktop. She has VERY long and VERY straight black hair but the face of a dog who likes to party. I could understand her Filipino language while talking on the damn phone.

    Her boss is John, the V.P. I’m sure he’s wants to shut her up and force her to go see the doctor about her constant and daily cough, which from some Chinese is a form of utmost respect – the louder the cough, the better the respect. But he’s a weakling, too.

    So as she round the corner to my desk, I made a strong `loo-gee` sound with my right index finger and over my lips. I’m such a fool, too, but a mischievous one. I don’t care as long as I get the job done.

    Maybe she’s got some contagious lung disease and is spewing the stuff into our atmosphere. OSHA should investigate. Brouhaha! I don’t know if she smokes or has asthma instead. All I know is that she needs to go away. It’s too bad this company keeps losers like her.

  • 20100901-More Spooks

    Today, another Jackboot gave a four-door sedan a ticket. Just when I the streetlight turned green does the fool pull out from the bicycle lane. I will continue to monitor their activities to make sure our hard-earned, taxpayer’s money is profiting, err, protecting our streets.

    Yesterday a Jackboot was waiting at the corner and as usual leaning up against the cement logo of the company.

    While pretending to work hard, a couple of WHITE guys were walking towards the backdoor. One guy kept repeating the word `schizoid` many times. I mumbled under my breath: `losers` many time, too. I sensed that the listener to the right of this jerk wanted the guy to shut-the-f^ck-up.

    Of course, jerks like him are already cursed to hell. Further, those using the back door improperly are cursed to hell, too. So beware for your fates `losers`.

  • Phoneying Tags

    Well, Maw just got off the phone with the Babbling for one hour. Earlier, Maw was talking to Bella. And Uncle Dead refused to speak with Paw:

    “I don’t want to talk about it.”

    So right there, based on the information gathered, Uncle Gigolo, Uncle Dead, Joh, the Macster and pals may have DEFRAUDED their elderly sister by not paying the refinanced loan to the now repossessed house.

    Three choices are left for the old hag:

    • Nursing home.
    • Back to the Philippines with a maid.
    • Lawsuit.

    It’s a classic case of elderly abuse – take their money, pension and Social Security. So that means the old hag will no longer hold her stupid parties in that stinky, smelly, dirty old house.

  • 20100827-More Spooks

    The place I work at has too many Asians. The `manager` who signs off on our time sheets for our temporary agency may be intelligent but says the stupidest things to his fellow male co-workers. The type of Asians I’m referring to are the Vietnamese and Chinese. The Japanese co-workers and more Americanized, younger generations are more professional and modern.

    For example, during the luncheon last week, the fool with a typical strong Asian accent said something to an Asian Indian about how one of the business planners might kill him. The one he is referring to is a very good looking Asian Indian, too. Compared to us older broads, she is a kid really. In another meeting, the damn Vietnamese guy again joked to the same Asian Indian about letting her have a larger office. The poor guy could only laugh at these type of jokes.

    Again, these Asians think they are joking but for the rest of us they are fools. Okay, do you know where I really work? It’s one of the other building near the eBay headquarters in San Jose, CA.

    I swear, there are MAJOR cultural differences. And yesterday, he was joking again with another one of his Vietnamese co-workers, who has been in this company for over 26 years as per Hoan N. – the temp guy from the same head hunting agency as mine. The seasoned one is always smiling and knows more than the manager about operations. Plus, he looks more like, I don’t know, an Asian Indian or Hindi with a mustache.

    Anyway, the fool came within ear shot of my desk and said: “That’s crazy!” You know what? I really don’t care!

    Yesterday, Theresa D. gave me two slices of her spicy-looking cake, which she made at home. It was spiked with sherry and I didn’t feel much except maybe happier that someone remembered me. It was the day I forgot my large banana as snack and my damn tummy was growling in anger. She was being louder as she headed out the backdoor at around 5:30pm. She’s a better behaved Vietnamese compared the the damn fool I have to work with.

    In spite of my observations, I don’t like people who are callus and hard-working. I’ll admit I love the job and people. But I hate working and the boring tasks. Besides being able to take my usual breaks (unlike my previous job of hard-work and dedication), there is actually nice trees to shade me while walking around in circles.

    I’ve yet to try the eBay campus but lo and behold the security truck was nearby earlier this week. It was parked on the corner of the campus. I gave it a piece of my mind by showing the bottom of my shoes as I crossed over Orchard Parkway and in front the shiny, mirrored-like logo to the workplace.

  • 20100824-More Spooks

    The jackboots are now waiting on the corner this morning and yesterday morning. I think it has something to do with ATMs.

    —

    Anyway, two white people coughed loudly in my area. One was a pock-marked face of a balding, light-haired man. He walked hurriedly to the backdoor. The other one was a short blond haired woman with a big butt. She hovered around the printer area near J#n!ka’s desk.

    —

    As for Hoan, he is using the company’s email to ask me questions about our head hunter. A couple of times are friendly reminders to have our supervisor sign our time sheets on Fridays for faxing later on the same day around 4:00pm.

    One other email was about how the `corporate office` of the head hunter didn’t receive his time sheet. Now today he inquired if the temp agency told me that this is an assignment.

    To Veronica and pals, that Vietnamese guy is giving me the creeps. If the company wants to hire someone for this position, they can have J#n!ka for all I care. She would be an ideal candidate for this dumb job, which is mindless!

    I would rather stick to Plan A and be done with this assignment by the end of this years. I really don’t care.

    —

    Lucas T. no longer smells like detergent. I guess the fools at this SLOW company have been reading my weblogs. His English is still incomprehensible. Yesterday, I got loud at him twice and had to request that he show me WTF he was blathering incoherently.

    —

    One time, JJ N. flicked her tongue at me in a slow deliberate way when inquiring about the allocation of the products that Hoan and I were doing last month. She is Japanese and moves in a strange, dreamy sort of way. `Edo period` is what I’m picking up. A slight tinge of green `about` her skin color is what I saw, too.

  • Calls Bugging

    Ho. Hum. Only one thug keeps calling. Shall I make noise?

    The auto-dialer is from INDIA, a place for American businesses to outsource our jobs, which is fine but who cares? I care! Because the elderly are being harassed and it’s not their fault! It’s all because the thugs refuse to repay what is entitled to hard workers.

    The Feds know about it and because they are part of the loop, they cannot help: The Do-Not-Call list does not help. The C&D cannot help. The phone company cannot block INCOMING international phone call and therefore cannot help. The police cannot help. The lawyers cannot help.

    And you thugs expect me to help when I cannot help myself? I cannot get a descent job, you morons! It’s a recession! Don’t you get it?

    Shall I make noise? How does FoxNews, CNN, MSNBC sound to you?

  • WordPress.com Stuck

    At 4:30pm, WordPress.com didn’t work. I tested on both web browsers. At around 4:34pm, the site worked. I wondered what happened? Did it happen to anyone else using WordPress.com?

    All I was doing was changing my Blog Title to:

    Flynn’s Blogging Path

    It’s because I really wanted my nickname – FLYNN – to appear on it. I just wasn’t feeling the `angel` part of the site title. It appeared too religious, honestly.

    Then I tried saving a `Text widget` about the disabled DST. I’ll have to go back and redo that widget.

    Earlier, I even changed the Blog Title to another one of my WordPress.com weblog to:

    Flynn’s Paws for Thoth

  • Dumb Job

    No wonder this job pays low! It’s for stupid people who don’t think! It’s very slow-paced and stress-free, though Yet, I’m so friggin’ bored! I’m a restless person and more creative than doing repetitive tasks like data entry.

    It’s okay, God. If you hate me this much, I’ll continue to walk around the areas and remember how the lands used to be flat and grassy – full of rabbits and critters.

    There appears to be construction work beyond the dead-end, cul-de-sac of this workplace. The yellow construction ribbons are staked at one corner. One fat white guy was walking around the dried fields this Monday. Yesterday, a survey team was there. This morning, there are two trucks – one for watering and the other for scaping, I guess.

    I noticed last week how some wooden stakes have yellow ribbons in the empty lots surrounding area across from the buzzing, electrical grid. I noticed too how a singular disc-shaped antenna device was pointed northbound, somewhere towards the tall antennaes atop the nearby hills.

    I’ll have to research the phase of development. Hopefully, the dust won’t go into my airspace while walking outdoors during lunchtime.