Oh, God! So the new guy comes around and asks moi if I’ll be going to their Friday party. If it were not for Hoan, I wouldn’t go. Because, you see, like him, I’m only a contracted worker and do not know the full-time staff (nor do I friggin’ care to find out). I answered that I didn’t know the location but answered in the affirmative. I then emailed Hoan several times about the situation and had offered him a ride. Because I want to be in control of my vehicle!
He then came back with a sheet to enter the food items were are to bring to the party. I said I’ll bring pancit. He replied that he is getting hungry just thinking about it. I thought to myself that he is gorgeous and such as player, even though he is married. Then he asked if I’ll bring anyone and I replied loudly: “Hoan!” I wasn’t going alone with a bunch of professional thugs. I would feel creepy.
Once again, please extract me from the temp job from hell. Y’all will do we a service. I cannot breath the same air as with all those ASIANS working there! Bahahaha!
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