Flynn's Paws: My Thoughts, My Gripes

Tag: work

  • 20060927-Stand By

    I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

    I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the current sit-coms. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

    I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place – new bosses fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

    I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

    As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ‘Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

    I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

    I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

    What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit the vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

    Have enough people ‘stood by their guns’ for once and tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

    Please stand by what is basically the truth – love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

    P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now! Good night for now…

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060926-Daily Blog

    I wanted to go to sleep after being in front of the computer the whole evening; so I decided to log back online and post this blog. This was after hearing my complimentary fly-by overhead by a copter the moment I got of the computer around 11:15PM.

    I suppose you all are wondering what is my next move. I cannot provide further instructions to anyone at this point until I access the situations. The current situation for me happens to be work related at this company and I was not a cheerful the whole day as I ranted to my co-worker via chatting.

    I already told him about leaving this damn company sometime this year. And everything seems to be falling into place. New bosses that are fast becoming more like ‘big brothers’ bullying about timecards and old bosses pestering about my work being slower recently. The auditors will never go away as they continue to visit me every quarter.

    I realize how stupid I am for being a diligent and honest hardworker compared to the lazy and uncommitted whiners, who are currently temporary. I don’t blame them for not working harder as temps without the security of a permanent noose around their necks like rest of us permanent workers, who have signed away our freedom as part of the hiring process.

    As a result, I’ve slowed my work down tremendously and take more breaks like the temp, ‘Feign Hurt.’ She has taught me to talk to strangers openly about very personal matters; walk aimlessly around the six of the twelve floors; stare at the passing clouds out the windows and call in sick more often than necessary. I have yet to learn how to effectively interrupt; ask stupid questions and ultimately irate co-workers, who are already talking among themselves.

    I wished I could play more indoor football like the sales department. But I’m stuck doing my work and keeping busy and out of any form of communications. I still won’t answer my work phone and have started cleaning up my area when I decide to quit that place. I’m tired of typing and sitting all day in front of the computer, too.

    I cannot stand by people who have different work ethics and I cannot provide administrative support forever. I cannot stand by while everyone else is horse playing for doing nothing related to work. I cannot stand by and know that there is injustice done elsewhere beyond the confines of the prison-like cubicle.

    What are these recent speculative stories via the media about partial disclosures of classified ‘documents?’ How does anyone, once again, suddenly come up with these sensational materials? Why not admit vast numbers of people are awakening to the truth as the scariest story yet?

    Have enough people ‘stood by their guns’ for once tried to at least discover for themselves that not all predators are bad but are now the victims; the alleged good people doing work from ‘upstairs’ are now ‘bad;’ or the meek are now fighting back?

    Please stand by what is basically the truth – love conquers all. If money is instead the motive, money will conquer all. If war is instead the motive, war will conquer all. Let us each be our own agent in our earthly environment and choose life as our ultimate fate.

    P.S. To solve your burning question of ‘What’s next?’ you may choose death as an alternative solution. Either way is the same. Death, in this sense, means starting all over and that could take eons. You all know should know that by now!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060925-Love Opposed

    The current time is 08:47AM and I thought I could compose this blog. I finished taking my morning shower to remove my stink so I could feel cleaner and smell fresher and the co-workers won’t be afraid to come near me.

    After reading the long-headed articles about faith, theology and spirituality, there should be no opposite to love because ‘God’ is supposed to be love and omnipotent. There are, however, variations to love with each one vibrating differently.

    There should be no such thing as hate, fear, sadness or loneliness. These are words created to define the human emotions. Our emotions should be replaced by this almighty love. And of course, if noone understands this love, then there is war to find purpose back to this love.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060921-Ice Scream!

    I scream for ice cream and had a double dose of chocolate bars this afternoon. One was the chocolate almond version and I had given one to the auditor after the one hour 404 compliance crap. She liked chocolate ice cream and as a rule we users need to be nice to auditors. I did a good deed today.

    So downstairs I went to get the goodies for both of us and I spotted a billboard full of pictures. I see that these are the pictures taken during the company meeting on the fourth floor of the parking garage. I saw my picture and my co-workers like the one.

    I, however, could have used more makeup (to cover my adult acne/pimple problems), a nose job (because the bridge of my nose is nowhere in sight) and eye surgery (to allow me to see without my glasses).

    I ate my first ice cream and remembered there were two more pictures that I could claim as my own. So back downstairs I went to look for the pictures and get my second helping of delicious chocolate ice cream bar. And I found only the second picture. This one showed me in the center with the CEO/founder to my left and the temp who no longer works with us on the bottom right.

    The CEO/founder is of course an very dark skinned Asian – more specifically South Asian Indians (which has nothing to do with American Indians because they are on either side of the world). Any way both of us were wearing dark shades and we looked cool together. The temp was covered up by the letters of the postcard unfortunately.

    Both pictures are now proudly displayed on my cubicle wall. This is finally a testament to my hard work at this company. I have given my blood (never!), sweat (stinky) and tears (whatever) for over three and three-fourth years. Maybe another two years should be enough when I qualify for all those stock options.

    I ate my second ice cream bar and felt sick and had to wash down the sweetness with hot coffee and milk. I usually do not put sweetener into the coffee because the stuff is already nasty enough. Then I continued to work diligently until I arrived home at 05:30PM.

    There is little else to add to this blog because the current time is 06:34PM as I rush before dinner is served. The air is cooler now thanks in part to the vertical fan blowing my heat from the left. The wind is blowing the trees as I view the setting sun from the upstairs computer room.

    I should have brought my pictures home and scanned those to share with my public. Yeah!

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    Thursday September 21, 2006 – 06:35pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060920-Working Turds

    I’ll tell you all why I am bitter for working at this company. Three years ago on Oct. 01, 2002, I was working as a temp before my hiring/reporting manager decided to make his moves on me, which was around Feb. 2003. I had nowhere to go because I needed to pay down my credit card debt, mostly due to turds.

    He had his friend send emails of love letters and poems to me. He had sent chatting messages that he wanted to talk with me after work. I had experienced severe aches in my solar plexus and had very cold feet. I did not understand why my system was warning me back then. I still have the emails and archived chatting messages as proof, by the way.

    A couple of weeks later he got me to work as a full-time, ‘permanent’ slave/wage earner. To this day I continue to wonder how many other women could have been affected by such two-faced scum. He is Pakistani by descent, Muslim and is married to a Filipina. He may have at least one child. My parents and I saw him at the company picnic one time up in Vallejo, CA.

    I did a background check on ‘Nasal Septum’ and found that he had three (3) apartments under his name. One was near the tower where I currently work. The other two are local. He lives up north in Walnut Creek, CA and tried a small business with his wife. He is now back as a slave/wage earner like me.

    Now, I have to deal with this divorced Italiano, ‘Jerk Turdannatto’ and am not interested in getting involved with co-workers ever again. I already know the disaster of dating a co-worker from twelve (12) years ago. A Polska, ‘Jon Kielbasa,’ would have been prime marriage material but we drifted apart. And I wasn’t too happy to work there either.

    I do not understand why turds would mix business with pleasure. There is always the gossip that would go around the workplace and that is distracting. The productivity of those affected by love affairs is either enhanced or diminished. I know I would not be happy with getting to close to co-workers.

    The dangers could be worse as with the other Italiano, ‘J@ck B!ll*’. This incident was played whereby he wooed me online and scammed everything else imaginable from me. Business, in this case, should have been left out of any romantic ties. I suppose this extraordinary turd will have best been forgotten altogether.

    So there you have it folks. I hate working at this company because it reminds me of stupid people who continue to cross my path and do me harm. The greatest harm yet is done by a ‘Moron’ via a 7th day Adventist and those turds are by far not worth mentioning to the stupid public.

    P.S. I have nothing against the above mentioned multi-cultural folks of various religious backgrounds. (Yeah, right!) But I definitely detest this company and any of the smelly breed of people who started the company in the first place because of all the new crap they continue to dump into my department. (My bad!)

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    Wednesday September 20, 2006 – 10:44pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060915-Tear-Roar

    I arrived at work late around 10:00AM on Friday, 09-15-2006 due to watching the speech about this anti ‘tear-roar bill.’ The speechmaker did seem angry and red in the face but he did his job well enough for now with some slight humor to ease tense moments.

    I sympathize with the speech maker because public speaking is quite nerve wracking to me. Words do not flow out of my mouth well unlike some hyperactive people (with personal problems) who happen to work with me. Perhaps the personnel department should do further background checks on everyone for safety reasons.

    I do not understand the urgency for the approval of the speech maker’s ‘bill’. For example, if I were to kick someone’s rear end repeatedly (for psychologically tormenting me as an unknown practice target) and claimed I did not know the said action was a moral offense, I could simply admit my guilt to a kangaroo court and jump straight into jail. Get it?

    This speech maker does not understand suffering at the hands of ‘chaos’ like the brutal ‘caning’ of one of his war torn co-workers. This hero has his ‘bill’ approved. Although, once again, man made laws are at best limited, no amount of fear should pass and allow innocent people to suffer unjust interrogation and without a fair trial.

    Furthermore, politics and the military do not seem to mix or work well together as in the recent headline news. The politicians encourage safety for the citizens (with this anti ‘tear-roar bill’) yet the military cannot do their job properly without adequate safety gears or equipment to do battle in foreign lands. Get it?

    So I personally would not approve the anti ‘tear-roar bill’ for the above mentioned examples. I am curious why the ‘United Numskulls’ did not offer immediate help to those poor people (of darker skin tone) who were being displaced from their homeland. Is this because the country is too poor to pay the United Numbskulls for protection?

    This scenario of protection seems all too familiar from various movies I’ve watched in the past. I do not see any horse head lying around as payment either. But I suppose the price is the people who no longer live to see freedom and justice being served.

    P.S. I am reminded of Mr. Bill and his psyops for bringing me tears. I am woman! Here me roar!

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060831-Popular Poop

    I am currently feeling very much pain in my neck, right elbow and more noticeably in my right wrist. This newest torment has been since 17:00 (Pacific Time) yesterday on Thursday, 08-30-2006. I do not understand why this has happened to me.

    I have ingested two pain-killers this morning and the effects have begun to wear off around mid-afternoon. But I continued to work diligently with the pain until 18:00 (Pacific Time) tonight to catch up on work that I missed from yesterday. I did most to the cash receipts entries and I expressed how the company is killing me to my associate who called me.

    I found out that my reporting ‘manager’ will be leaving next pay period. This is the third ‘manager’ that has bailed out on me and my department. I must stink to have scared them away. One of the three ‘managers’ remained for another department. I must leave this company because I feel all alone again here. I do not belong in this box either.

    Yesterday, the Finance department of my company attended a baseball game at Oakland, CA. One of the temps drove four of us and we ate at the restaurant using our 20.00US bogus bucks (each) to pay for the meal. My half eaten hamburger was wasted due to being full from eating the mounds of garlic fries. Yum!

    I thought I wanted to take the leftovers home because my mindset is not to waste whatever food we have been blessed. But since they do not have a nice plastic or paper bag to use, I was forced to leave the foodstuff behind. I feel bad but was happy after having drunk one ‘Bloody Mary’ with mild spice.

    I do not like the taste of this first kind of drink and instead could have had a V-8, which is tomato drink with lots of salty taste. The vodka in the drink did not do much to make me feel any better after having been put through the ringers one last time earlier that same morning. I was louder than normal maybe because the place was noisy and I wanted to be heard for once and from my soft voice. I later bought Fosters beer to drink while watching the baseball game.

    I spent twenty minutes on the surprise call on my cell phone to renew my contract and ended up agreeing to try out this free one for 30-days and for a guaranteed, full refund if not satisfied. I will give this new one to my parents for emergency purposes because my original but bulky cell phone has a nice camera that still works. I should buy a ceramic dot to place on their new cell phone to reduce the EMF.

    Ever notice how hot the cell phones get while using it near the ear holes? I do not use my cell phone much because of the emanating heat, expensive usage if I go over my minutes and, well, no one really knows me or care to call since I am a private person. Moreover, phones make me nervous and I avoid those whenever possible.

    We watched four and a half innings – two innings while eating lunch and two innings while baking under the sweltering heat of the sun. I did see two high trails but those disappeared easily. There were two light planes and one noisy helicopter. Dragonflies of about at least three were dancing in front my line of vision. With my mini-binoculars on hand, those handsome baseball players made my viewing more enjoyable.

    We didn’t stay for the rest of the innings and told the tall manager, who arranged the event, that we were going shopping. I bought two new pairs of denim jeans of darker color because I lost one pants size due having too much on my mind; one grand Tangerine juice drink; one Ethos bottled water; and lost my expensive shades. My head nodded to sleep in the car while going southbound 880 and couldn’t sleep well later on at night due to the pain.

    So at 19:21 (Pacific Time) tonight, I heard the wailing of the fire trucks sounding about two blocks away at the railroad intersection of my road. There was intermittent howling but now has stopped. It is now 19:25 (Pacific Time) and a bunch of low riding Asians marked my writer’s solitude with their racing down my road again.

    Earlier around 18:30 (Pacific Time) tonight and while driving my usual route home bound, my ‘watchers’ pulled from their parked position. This time a paddy wagon of black and white happened to be my local police department. I am amazed how easy they work together to follow me around in my gray Ford Mustang. (‘J@ck B!ll*’ of Florida didn’t know what a Stang was; so that means he is not Americanized).

    I do not mind being watched by the cutest guys as long as I am not harmed by them.  I do not understand, however, why some co-workers continue to touch me in their friendly manner, such as patting my back or placing their hand on my arm. I feel that they mean no harm but my person is off limits! Cooties to you all, I say! Yuck!

    My purpose is to share who I am with the rest of world based on my reality as a simple person and novice writer and while I am still alive to know what happiness and love are from all walks of life. I know my blogs have been profiled because I met some characters over the years. (I will blog more of my time line later on). But for now, I must tend to my mysterious pain of my right arm areas continue to bother me. Ooo! Ouch! Oow!

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    Thursday August 31, 2006 – 08:05pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060823-Advice Angst

    I’ve received a text message at 02:41PM and I knew there was trouble in their relationship. At 06:00PM we both met at a Jamba Juice place located near our neighborhood and she bought me my chocolate cow drink of sixteen ounce.

    We merrily sat under a shade provided by the orange-colored, stucco column of the building outdoors. The black colored, iron table was circular and Twit started the conversation about Brat being verbally naughty towards her.

    The substance of the whole conversation was about both parties expecting the other to change for each other. After only four months, they have arguments that should be a normal part of any relationship. I thought they seemed to get along normally without any arguments.

    I sat there and tried my best to listen to her side, which mostly supports her complaint about her boyfriend. This was a rare opportunity for me to try being the adviser to someone whom I am not all that close but find comfortable rapport with her genuine honesty as a person.

    As an outsider to any familiarity to being in a stable relationship, I shared what I knew from others. This goes without saying that no one is perfect and true love should learn to accept the other party ‘as is,’ which should indicate whether the significant other needs fixing or not.

    The implied risk, like a shopping for used cars, could happen in any new relationship where one party is not always to one’s best expectation. All I could provide her was to stop fixing each others faults and love the person for what exists and without making a big deal about every little detail that seem like daily annoyances. The ensuing arguments should never be taken beyond offense as well.

    But after I came home and tried to reiterate to my bio-units what has transpired with my one and one-half hour of her mostly conversing, they concluded I do not give good advice. And they blamed me for advising Brat towards the wrong and many paths as a prime example why I should not give advice.

    So with that said by two people who seem to know better than me, I in turn should not listen to advice which do not ring true to me and my reality. All I know is what I heard from this person and that there is a balance that the couple needed to work out together.

    Once again, my English is not all that great and verbally communicating my thoughts to her was already difficult enough. And I do not know why I always seem to get stuck in the middle between the younger Brat and my older Maw and Paw.

    I believe that my purpose is (as was tonight) to serve as an outlet for other people’s plight or struggles. If only others could hear my horror stories of being alone with my simple thoughts and boring life while being tortured by chatters that ran me through the ringers many times over, I would be able to give normal advice.

    But since I am not normal, I cannot give good advice. I am weird and always have been. This explains why I keep to myself most of the time and try to avoid embarrassing myself in front of strangers.

    At least I tried being there for someone (again!) when they are in the most need. This time there was not money involved. Today, I feel good knowing I received advice from a co-worker and tried to give one back to Twit. I tried, really.

    My advice to everyone is: No advice is greater than one’s life experience in any matter.

    P.S. OMG, people! Please don’t come to me for advice to help you find your answers either! Please don’t preach to me for unwanted advice, especially if I didn’t ask for intervention in the first place! I will tune you out and treat you as another ‘crusader’ for your version of another paradise created by your futile minds. 08-23-2006 11:54PM.

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    Wednesday August 23, 2006 – 09:46pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060619-Boxes Air

    The sound of silence was in the air today at work. Both temps were quiet and well behaved and I do not miss their noise. The other noise came from co-workers who greeted me briefly. I felt stuffy from the warm air inside building while wearing my long sleeve and was not at all willing to participate in their noise. I hate noise because that means I have to stay awake and actually work hard all day. I don’t like to work, which explains my indifference towards this ‘team work’ attitude.

    As a loner and boring person, there is nothing more annoying than people working close together towards a common goal. This serves the selfish behavior to earn more money via the profit or revenue for the company. The logic is that as a whole we all benefit from a company that does well. If that were true, I should not be sitting down the whole day and work the normal eight hour shift with less pay. There should not have to be more people than necessary to accomplish what one person could do alone.

    I should be working at home with more pay and less hours. I should not answer phones, emails or replay to help desk tickets. The work should literally pay for itself. This is my ideal work and perhaps I see myself as an entrepreneur. I should live up to that capitalistic expectation and earn my bogus bucks that way from the comfort of my home. The obstacle happens to be the lack of resources to make this dream of mine happen.

    My dreams could be self fulfilling. I could buy all the luxury goods to show off to family or friends. I perhaps could donate my time and energy towards charity work and find peace with those in the most need. I’d readily dismiss any religious or spiritual endeavors or ministries because I’ve had enough confusion in this lifetime already. There are, of course, the vacations I could take to nowhere and everywhere and meet people this way.

    Going on long vacations is what I’d like to do more frequently. Mini-vacations usually leave me exhausted than relaxed. The longer ones allow my system adjust to the air, food, water and into the overall ambiance of the places. If I stayed long enough, I could learn to speak foreign languages. Unfortunately, the comfort of my bed is more important than living a dream. I believe this is what is referred to as sleeping people.

    People who sleep too much don’t seem to want to wake up and are at best lazy. They dream mostly in their sleep and for them that is as good as a vacation. Some might as well have a television in their bedroom and tune into adventures as a form of mental vacation. The physical part could be done with someone special and in bed. And that is almost as good as taking off into oblivion without ever leaving the bedroom, a virtual box.

    Another box involved today’s chat online at work. This brought two strangers together in the mental sphere of amusement. I knew that the chatter was only interested in relieving himself by finding a date he could never find in the normal way. I knew I wanted nothing more than to helpt me use time at work to know this person online as a safer version of dating. Once again, the process of elimination for potential dating material is easy because I could tell if the person is sincere in their friendship.

    The second box was tonight’s visit at ‘Squirrel-Ling’s’ house. This brought us siblings together with the united effort of hugs. I said very little and was not excited. Initially, he argued his ground of being too tired from hiking almost five hours to answer the door for a couple of minutes to greet me one weekend and as an uninvited guest. His attitude has been selfish and his learning to behave properly has not improved by much. We left knowing our delivery of his dinner into his house was his cunning guise so we could see his new bedroom and dining set.

    Both events were temporary and left a behind some bitterness in my efforts to connect with selfish people. People, like the temps, make noise to be heard and seen. People, like me, share themselves to be liked and admired. People, like the chatter and ‘Squirrel-Ling,’ continue to believe they are right no matter how annoying their behaviors or unrelenting their prides.

    Overall, everyone loves to be loved in return. And this is all we need without wanting to ask. For those who do ask to be acknowledged and loved, one needs to look within as the first step.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060617-Friendly Lessons

    Friends may come and go. Good friends show their kindness in special ways and reciprocate with sincere appreciation. Those that teach us lessons the hard ways are not meant to be kind and not at all thankful.

    One co-worker has a good heart and habit of offering treats fresh fruits, chocolates or other sweets. She sometimes throws these on my desk. I don’t mind these kind gestures and have shared her lunch during days when I felt hungry or too lazy to get up from my desk to go downstairs to the cafeteria to feed myself. I have repaid her by buying her lunch one time. My boss sometimes covers for my lunch which I repay later with whatever cash withdrawal I have left from my bank.

    On 06-15-2006, I’ve received two food surprises. The first one was a free strawberry parfait sitting on my desk that morning. I’ve eaten that one for breakfast and don’t know who gave me that treat. Later on and in another vain attempt to interrupt my cross training with the brat, the other temp had given me a hard boiled egg with a pink stamp imprinted: ‘Best eaten before July 4, 2006’. I ate that one for lunch and without salt, which I could not locate in the mini lunch room.

    On 06-16-2006, I’ve received a surprise greeting from a chatter named ‘Regret Jackboot’. We met through a forum earlier this year. We chatted for thirty minutes until 06:15PM. There was little to say because this was his only time to get online. We talked about the weather and how his area reached 115 degrees. I described my area as being cool and breezy. Both our skies looked clear and blue.

    I learned that he was trying to land a new teaching job and to find relief from his ‘frustrated’ condition and that his Mom is doing fine after a dental appointment. For whatever reason, I knew he would suggest a visit to California. That’s not a bad idea but I wouldn’t know how to be good enough host to strangers. At least his webcam showed to me that he is not scary looking but a bit fleshy, which is fine by me.

    On 06-17-2006, we received a surprise visit from the airheads at 12:30PM. Brat claimed to need a map for Frisco. But we knew that this was an attempt was to invite Paw to a dim-sum meal, which Paw immediately refused and demanded only a hug prior to their leaving. The couple will attend tomorrow’s 07:00AM mass as a result.

    Maw clearly did not speak with Brat and pulled Twit upstairs to express her views that Brat was spending too much on unnecessary items and that they should save for their old age. And she showed Twit how I cleaned the upstairs to reduce the clutters created by Brat by packing up his remaining property. Maw has received reassurance from Twit who will take care of Brat.

    At least Brat, picked up his mail, two boxes of old models, one bag of stuffed animals and three brown paper bags of paints and varnishes. He has yet to pick up the expensive framed picture of a squirrel I gave to him as a gift; his punching bag and other items. He has picked up the message that we do not take kindly from the likes of his attitude and he wondered why I look like I am preoccupied with something.

    The lessons from friends are these little surprises. The lessons from enemies are of little surprise. Today as we ate our hot soup lunch of veggies and fish outdoors under the open patio and with the cool breeze blowing on the bright sunny day, we learned that people are teaching us how to be friends without conditions.

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    Saturday June 17, 2006 – 06:00pm (PDT) Edit | Delete | Permanent Link | 0 Comments

  • 20060614-Nosy Brats

    I often wonder why people scratch their noses or heads. Itchiness is a primary factor for boogers to be picked and gray hairs to be pulled. Social gestures to show bad odor and uncertainty are other reasons for scratching noses or heads, respectively.

    Scratching is a normal bodily function. Talking is a normal social skill. But when certain co-workers start talking too much about personal data or too frequently to waste company time, I assume they are too comfortable at work and forget they are in public.

    No life is meant to be spent alone in a cubicle. And that is where people who love being in the limelight come into play. And they share themselves like an open book to the public and without any hesitation of fear or embarrassment.

    Stories are meant to be told and some co-workers share their personal lives with others as families would do at home. Some stories are quite funny and sometimes events are remembered as painful.

    This shows that everyone has a story that is personal no matter how uninviting. There are certain persons who would start the story and then find ways to extract a bit of information from their audience in similar situations.

    One temporary worker, for example, always interrupts someone else’s conversation that happens to be within her earshot and without fail. Then she would ask all these questions and start telling her stories that could last up to ten minutes.

    That is where I draw the line because it is too easy to participate and disclose data that would not and should not matter in the end. There is nothing to hide from honest people but when work needs to be done talking should stop too.

    I find chatting online with co-workers convenient. Chatting allows us to communicate faster and without the use of the phones, which I never use no matter how urgent the issue. This is because my plan is not to work with this company any longer, by the way.

    Chatting online is also rather imposing because this allows users to verify information for later archiving and retrieval. Another temporary worker, for example, wanted me to verify the spelling of the last name to the sister of one of his closest friend, who was my deceased cousin.

    If they were close friends, he should not have forgotten in the first place or have messaged me either. I do not know this character even though he claims to be related to me in some way. My company does have a way of providing nosy temporary workers.

    As a matter of fact, ‘’Fancy Soul’ is very fidgety with his arm flaying in the air and acts too confident to know better. His eyes are also red and if blood shot sometimes. He also does get the sniffles as if he had been crying and rubs his nose afterwards.

    When people start to rub someone up the wrong way, they are not at fault sometimes. Some simply keep talking about non related work activities without realizing that they are annoying. These people waste no time speaking their minds without intending to do any harm whatsoever.

    And that is not fair for the receiving end, especially another co-worker, who has to deal with the cross training of these temporary workers. There seems to be no end to ‘Feign Hurt’s’ nit picking questions about every detail to do her work, which is slow going.

    If there could be justice served, this company could do us a favor and stop these annoying people from using up the time of us senior members and find those that won’t scare the normal ones away from ever coming back to work.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060612-Small World

    Close friends should always be there in time of needs. But sometimes not all of them are close at heart or readily available. Some friends are complete strangers who could be much closer by association.

    This morning I found out that Randy S., one of my temporary workers at this company, is a ‘cousin.’ He came to my desk and revealed he is related by the husband, who is from Cavite of Philippines of my aunt ‘Mal-Death’, whom I’ve blogged about around Mother’s Day.

    He mentioned that his grandmother is buried next to my paternal grandfather and that my cousins – ‘Kitty Lee,’ ‘Toy-Rin,’ and ‘Teri-Rin’ – attended his parties. ‘Mal-Death’ drove the boy during high school too. And that he lives nearby in Union City.

    When someone marries a Filipino, both sides are already kamag-anak (birth by-child or relative). It does not matter if you are blood related but the fact that both are no longer strangers but related in some special way.

    But anytime a couple divorces, almost in all likelihood both sides do not take too much interest each other, by not attending parties, for example or completely ignoring the affected individuals.

    Randy S. is truly one of my own because he, like me, does works hard and fast. Two of my other Filipino co-workers, who crossed trained him, know that he understands new data quickly and can navigate through our system with ease.

    If I were the hiring manager, I would definitely keep this young lad, who is twenty-five years young and who has lots of working energy. He would make a great replacement for me when my time comes to leave the company.

    My recent bouts with flare ups definitely signal to me that desk jobs do contribute to my ‘pain in the butt’. Moreover, I prefer not to do business with relatives. He and I work well together before we learned of our relation.

    My problem is that he does communicate with my East Bay cousins more than that of Brat and me from the South Bay. He probably would report to them of my working life and other personal information I might happen to share.

    Honestly, this complicates my leaving this company because Filipino who know other Filipinos tend to gossip to the extreme. I prefer privacy and my own relatives, whom I feel are strangers to me at best, should not be too well informed about me.

    I know that somehow the world is vast. Yet the smaller ones revolve around the people with whom we work daily. Work is like a second home and this temp already seemed like family to me prior to today’s revelation.

    I hope he stays to become my replacement because if he does that means I will definitely leave for my sake. There should no reason to fear or believe my cousins are aware of my personal Yahoo! 360 account, right?

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

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