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January 22, 2014

Despicable moi

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: — wimminz @ 11:43 pm

You know the old adage about you can tell if a politician is lying, their lips move, and of course it will be no surprise to anyone on here that the same adage holds true for wimminz…

Well today I just had a phone call from a guy I know “virtually”, he is pretty much walking in my shoes, maybe two years behind me.

And yet we have both been presented with irrefutable (as in the kid with chocolate all over its mouth claiming it hasn’t eaten the chocolate cake) evidence of the latest squeeze lying, and both our responses were the same, calling them on it in a snarky fashion, and both the wimminz responses was the same, block us.

But because I am a couple of years ahead of him on this path, I see this as a victory, the crapola car I was test driving that was marketed as a high end coupe crapped out and caught fire, saving me money, and yes, the disappointment hurts me for literally 60 seconds and I’m over it and it is forgotten, he sees that too, but the hurt is more and lasts much longer.

Well, he rang me tonight after his latest bitch blocked him, to tell me that a penny has dropped.

This particular penny is that in increasing his “Wimminz-Fu” and becoming ever wiser to the ways of da wimminz, and realising that far from increasing exposure sooner or later, just by statistical chance alone, ensuring he comes across the fabled NAWALT wimminz, what it is actually doing is exposing to ever greater depths of profundity and universality and truth that AWALT is the only thing there is, and the penny itself is that this knowledge is itself affecting him, and as a result he himself is giving out some sort of vibe, and he is turning into something that the wimminz instinctively avoid, as they pick up on this vibe.

I say “Uh-huh… and…?”

And, well, he ain’t really happy about it, and I remember that feeling too, I also remember it from way back when I found out Father Christmas didn’t exist, and some magic went out of the world.

It’s called growing up mate, or did you think you could declare that AWALT, and there would be no further ramifications?

If AWALT is true, then it stands to reason AWALT are gonna dislike you intensely, if for no other reason than the simple fact that 99.999% of people who are thoroughly dishonest and unpleasant do NOT see that as a wonderful and fun fact about themselves, they see it as some piece of dirty laundry best not washed in public, and your wimminz-fu is saying to them, very loudly, I am a mirror that will reflect the true image of yourself back at you, so come and gaze long and deeply into your reflection.

Not Gonna Happen.

The whole thing (male / female relations) becomes some sort of absurd Shakespearian farce, I’m coming over all Russian in my jaundiced outlook, reminds of a Spitting Image sketch from years ago when Gorbachev had just taken power in Russia, he is sat at the table about to eat breakfast and tips the packet of corn flakes into the bowl, of course the bowl fills up with free toys, so he empties the whole packet on to the table, and there, in its own little special sellophane wrapper, is a single corn flake… Gorby sighs, and says “Not another bloody crop failure…

Of course a nationwide crop failure, whatever the reasons, is a tragic thing by any standards, but the determination (in the alternate world of the comedic sketch) of the corn flake producer to still make and market the exact same box of product, even if they have to totally invert the original premise of one toy in a cellophane wrapper hidden away in a whole box of corn flakes, was humorous in its own way, and of course I can see echoes of it in the way da wimminz are now when they sigh and ask where all the real men have gone, while refusing to look in the mirror…

The past day or two I have been commiserating with a colleague at work, some wimminz at work lied to him about work to such an extent he felt compelled to make a complaint about it.

I tried to explain to him, there is an awful inevitability, and I have seen the process time and time again, two or three guys start a business, it does really well because they give a shit and have pride in their work, some point between 12 and 50 employees it has grown to the point where they employ at least two or three total assholes, the girl on commission who will make any sale, so the regular buyer who drops a thousand bucks a week, week in, week out, gets his order late, because the van is out delivering the three five buck sales the sales chick made to get her commission on the sale and new customer bonus, and if the company survives that and continues to grow, which is possible depending on how good the remaining employees are, it gets big enough to start in on the corporate bullshit, inter-departmental cliques form, and you get what my colleague had, a wimminz who lied to him when he questioned a work assignment, rather than look at it again and perhaps reverse her decision…

At that point there is no longer a winning strategy, there are only survival strategies, such as mine, stay low level, never go anywhere near the office, never give a fuck, it’s crap pay but money for old rope for all that, and minimal hassle, every step up the ladder seniority and wage wise is an exercise in diminishing returns.

In this environment, giving a shit about the end user / end customer / quality of work is fatal, just cruise, keep your head down, and get ALL the paperwork straight, and CYA.

You get a situation where the company wants to display the “ACME PLATINUM PARTNER” shit all over their website as a USP for the sales team hunting work from other corporates, so the company pushes 5 dumb employees to work their asses off to pass the exams, and then keeps them on the lowest wage they can and that the employee will stand for stacking toilet rolls, the skill sets aren’t actually USED, they are just required so the company can claim platinum partner status.

I told him, if *I* am going to study for exams, I want paying extra for studying, I’m not studying in the hope that as / when / if I pass the exams, the company will increase my salary…

Again we see the parallels to dealings with wimminz… do I like this state of affairs? Of course I fucking don’t, but there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it.

You have to let go, you have to accept, and you have to not care about anything outside your control, and adapt to anything that impinges on yourself, it is not a pleasant process, any more than throwing up poisoned food is, but for your own health and well being you must do it.

The guy who is two years behind me in my footsteps, I would not wish this path upon you, (or any other man) my brother, I would spare you the pain and the sorrow and the changes in yourself as you adapt and survive, but I fear that however unpleasant the path we walk upon is, all the alternatives are worse, much, much worse, and for what it is worth, know you are not alone.

 IF you can keep your head when all about you
 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
 If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
 But make allowance for their doubting too;
 If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
 Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
 Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
 And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
 If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
 If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
 And treat those two impostors just the same;
 If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
 And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
 If you can make one heap of all your winnings
 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
 And lose, and start again at your beginnings
 And never breathe a word about your loss;
 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
 To serve your turn long after they are gone,
 And so hold on when there is nothing in you
 Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
 If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
 Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
 If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
 If all men count with you, but none too much;
 If you can fill the unforgiving minute
 With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
 Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
 And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

1 Comment

  1. well, if you won’t get a ccie then I guess a wimminz will

    Comment by Joe — January 23, 2014 @ 8:24 am

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