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Farewell Staring Brats

I see the steroid twins have found someone else to pester.

Farewell staring brats, go and take care of your gutrot and shrinking bits.

Hopefully we can now get back to business.

 

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For the Record

I actually blocked him and his unsurprisingly secret wife on Facebook, not the other way around.

I also found the giant.  He is too far gone to even bother correcting.

My so-called friend let slip last night that SB had managed to tell everyone else apart from me that he was married, so I guess I’m really special. She never bothered telling me either, so she wasn’t much of a friend.

Not that it mattered, I wrote him off after the incident with the beautiful girl anyway.

You have to be really sick in the head to put people out of work for ‘good and fun entertainment.’  I have nobody. Your mental health is poor.

You need help, and you need to find another website to stalk.

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Let’s Dance

Yay, I don’t have a vile spouse and a tedious job with a psychopath and a bunch of numpties!

They’re playing our tune.  Let’s dance, SB.

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Wait a minute

The only person on this website more than me is you.

Have we basically moved in together via a website?

That’s not very helpful, is it?  Although I have to say there is less potential for argument if all I do is write and all you do is stare. You seem to be fond of staring.

What were you staring at anyway?  I wasn’t doing anything particularly thrilling.

I certainly didn’t deserve to lose my job and my month’s notice over it.

I’m afraid you are a bunch of wankers, and it’s not forgivable.

I didn’t make your lives shit, you did.

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Karma

I was out tonight with a friend.

“He’ll get what’s coming to him.”  she said.

“I think he is already married to his bad karma.”  I thought.  Poor dude.

As for the other one, he is just plain bonkers.  How crazy would you have to be to decide that you want somebody and then try to create problems for them because you couldn’t otherwise think of anything to say?

Since he is evidently terminally stupid, the answer is that if you have nothing to say it means we have absolutely nothing in common and I am unlikely to be swooning at your giant feet any time soon.

Why would you supply a person this crazy with information of any kind?

The only answer I can think of is that they actually believe that it is OK to treat people like this, that the company sanctions it, and that a culture of belittlement pervades this company, to the point that it is run entirely by people with disordered thinking and a curiously badly inflated self-image.

Even looking at photographs of these people tells you a lot about them.  The vacant eyes, in one case psychotic changes in appearance depending on mood, the combination of poor self image and lack of connection to others.  It is clearly not a healthy environment.

Things have changed a lot since the last contract I worked on, which was populated with people who were well aware that they lived for money and had little in the way of a real life.  They were curious and interested, from a distance.

Now they seem to have introduced mentally-challenged excuses for lack of insight, awareness of others to the mix instead.

Both of the team leaders I have referred to did the same thing, which was rather telling.  They stood next to me and measured themselves posturally.  They were literally standing to attention being ‘seen’ in my space.  I looked at each of them askance as they did this – for the record, I do not do anything unusual to be me.  I inhabit my space, and I have some presence, but that’s really it, apart from that I’m a perfectly normal and still pretty fat chick.

This tells me that there are significant self-image problems here.  They wouldn’t need to do that if there weren’t.  I certainly don’t feel the need to co-depend, and at the first sign of it I tend to run.

You don’t need other people, and if you do there is something wrong with you that you need to spend time alone to resolve.

I don’t sprinkle magic dust on people, do anything particularly unusual and in the last two situations, I also avoid sources of friction where I can.  At some point somebody is going to have to realise that they have the problem, not me.  Try some self awareness, dumbasses.

Since we have reached the point where I can no longer even safely ask a question at work without there being a problem, evidently withdrawal from dealing with them altogether is the only option.

Poor dude.  At least I don’t have to live like that. I would probably get all bitter and twisted too.

 

 

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Ugly wife, ugly life

Having met a particularly bad example this week, I am not impressed by the idea of marriage at the moment.

Quite apart from the stupidity, the ugliness and mean spirit is not appealing.  I think sometimes it is better to be alone and lonely than lonely in a group of people to the point that it drives you insane.

Part of the paradox of letting go of shame, is letting go of pride.  I had not previously linked these two things, but as I identify more with Wolfe and Boris than I do the morons I have had the misfortune to fall victim to recently, I now realise that letting go of shame also carries the vanquishing of pride.

You cannot afford pride if you are in the public gaze.  Pride is useless.  It is the equivalent of wearing platform heels to a garden party.  Not practical, and you are likely to fall on your face.  Falling on your face is itself inspirational, as other people are put through much the same thing for just as little reason in the course of their lives.

If you like something you should be able to say so without having your career destroyed by stupid people with limited brains and no imagination.

If you are at work you should not be terrified because people have stiff genitals and apparently no means of being able to speak.

I am deeply hurt by the latest chapter in what has been a long and miserable period of having people take a pop at me because they have something missing.  I think I covered it in a previous post about it – one company boss fired me two hours before the end of a project because I had finished the work early.  Rather than just letting me leave, she fired me.  That is how bad it has been.  That was in the office where they constantly abused me about being too posh and not being married like the other ladies.

It is not easy earning a living when you go through stuff like this constantly.  Basically you have to develop the attitude that people are shit, and you walk on the shit until it gives way and then you get out as fast as you can.

I never stop being surprised at the limitations and self-loathing I encounter.  The easy option for most people is to hate others and try to inflict damage to make themselves feel better.  It is little wonder that humans are so grossly inefficient when this is how they spend their time.

I wonder whether it might be worth doing a series on self-image, since mine has been forced to become so very tough.

The wife in question is already at 28 pompous, self righteous, complacent and blissfully unconcerned about how she treats people.  I am not surprised that she makes people unhappy. Money does not make up for blistering ignorance. The inside of her head is already showing on her face.

I’m generally very angry at how I have been treated.  I’m very hurt, and I do not have the years left to make it go away.  This stuff has been going on too long, and for what?  The people that do it get under ten minutes pleasure out of it, whilst my life is constantly made worse.

Be aware, stupid people, bullying is cumulative, and eventually any worm is going to turn on you. Nobody attacked your jobs. Nobody stared at you. Nobody frightened you.

I hope he leaves her and goes off with the beautiful girl from the office.  At least something good could come out of this.

 

 

 

 

 

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Dragon Lady Breathes Fire

OK so now we have all seen my angry face, it is time to move onto our next appointment.  (I’m sure SB is much happier, he was trying to get that angry face for weeks – I was exactly the same with Wolfe)

I am unable to continue with the public element of the Boris project at the moment due to a variety of factors, some of which are more interesting than others.

I think the most pertinent is my lack of assertiveness for many years with the exs.  As a result, I appear to have assumed a rather maternal role in their lives, and some of the last relationships consisted entirely of me watching some dude talking about himself whilst saying nothing.

This was in many ways my best feature.  Rather than sticking up for myself or discussing anything I wanted, I would take the role of silent punchbag and had a reputation of being somewhat inscrutable. It did, however, usually end up with my eating rather a lot.

This has changed quite a bit in the last few years, not just because of the blog, but because if they are stupid enough to try this, they quickly find that I am not available.  There are some things worth resolving, and some things you shouldn’t waste your time changing.

It is interesting that my generation have been no better as parents as the boomers.  I am not sure why bringing children up with no morals, compassion, or sense of duty is a good idea, but good luck when you get old and sick.  Putting yourself in the hands of so-called professionals WILL GET YOU KILLED.

I was asked some years ago to do a book on dementia care, and I now wonder whether it is worthwhile to bother.  My generation seem to have been unusual in that almost everyone I went to school with opted to take care of their own parents for as long as possible.  The boomers weren’t willing to do it, and the millennials seem to be even more cutthroat because they are desperate for some money, so miserable are their prospects.

I have a rather large tasklist at the moment, and I think perhaps the writing should be on the front page of that, but I now feel able to get on with the game, and as I promised Wolfe, I will not be letting him down.  He has been very kind.

The Boris book, however, is very important to us, so this is high on the priority list too.

In the meantime, I have just finished my interview, and it is now time to get the last of the shoe bases made so that I can get that out whilst I deal with the remaining problems.

Your happiness is very important, but do not drag other people into getting it for you.  It is as important for you as anyone else that you take care of some things yourself.  It can take years, and I have no time left for waiting.

 

 

 

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Work news

Still waiting to hear.  I really want to start work now so I would like an answer before the weekend.

Another interview tomorrow.

Iain Duncan Smith is going well.  Working on shoes and Boris writing at the moment.

I have made the last two posts private, since they were really a guest spot item.

Apart from that, SB, nice strategy.  Most interesting drive you had today.  Much more interesting than anything for the last two months, that’s for sure. Good luck with that bit.

Toodle pip,

Ina

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Hey Little Girl

I really should feel sorry for you, but I don’t.

To tell me you find it ‘amusing, entertaining and funny’ that I would have to spend three months weeping and stressed because of the actions of your husband is an indication of what is inside your head, and it is not pretty.

Why you would choose to believe that he would torture a grieving woman for the benefit of a staring oaf who had already invented a variety of spurious reasons to get me in trouble at work because he wanted some attention – are you really that stupid?

As for your comments about your education – don’t you think everyone else has an education too?  This isn’t a joke.

Perhaps you think it is funny for me to be put in a dreadful position by your husband because you are so stupid that you cannot imagine being alone, vulnerable with nobody to help you?  I sincerely hope for your sake you get to experience that one day.

I would take pity on you for being with someone who evidently doesn’t feel like mentioning you, but you aren’t very nice, and neither is he, so you should fit perfectly together.

I have tried to help you as best I can, but it is probable that you cannot be helped.

Of all the times in my life that I have been told that I am regarded as weak for being caring, polite and kind, this one disgusts me the most.

Here is what I think of you, your husband and his buddies at work:

Weak, nasty, small-minded, stupid and bad at leading anything.  You are bad at managing because you do not care, and people who do not care don’t lead effectively.

Management is not about shuffling paperwork and treating people like shit.  That is an expensive and stupid way of doing things, but I can’t help you, because you can’t be helped.  That is not an indication of my inability to help, but an indication of the impermeability of your skull.

You cannot even dream of the things I’ve done easily in my life.  You can count all the money you want, you’ll never have what I have.  I pity you, and I pity him.

Enjoy your meal, and the next one, and the one after that.  Stuff your mouth until you don’t have anything else to say, because what you have to say is ugly and stupid. Stuff it until your head is full of something.

To correct your lying husband, he had me fired.  Delibarately.  He likes fear.  He is not very smart if he calls that management. Personally I find some of his expressions quite frightening.  You should fix that.

Thank God for Boris and Wolfe, if I didn’t have friends I don’t know what I would do.

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Sauce for the Swan

I know it’s usually a goose, but it seems apt.

Family entertainment at its best.

There is no rule that states women have to pretend to be stupid to believe your bullshit, SB.

Why would you even make up something that spurious? She is awfully dumb for such a cheeky little girl.

And no, I was not laid off, I was terminated for inappropriate conduct which consisted of a polite email and an attempt to give your husband a book about stress, dear.  Considerably different when you try to get another job.

For the benefit of the audience, staring brat team leader 2 is now trying to blame staring brat team leader 1 for everything.  He apparently expects us to believe that staring brat team leader 1 magically gained access to his email and personal messages and persuaded the Manager to then blame staring brat number 2 for everything when talking to me, keeping himself out of the picture in an effort to appear heroic.

Whilst staring brat team leader 1 had already tried this tactic and failed (because he was enormous and I have no interest in anybody that looks as if he can break my neck easily, including team leader 2), so it is plausible from that point of view, staring brat team leader 1 did not force staring brat team leader 2 to behave like an arse, nor did he tell him never to disclose that he had a perfectly serviceable wife in addition to the beautiful and also married girl he denies having a very obvious relationship with in the office.

Wow, this is the stupidest reason for getting fired ever, but it is nice to be so gorgeous when I am SOOOOOOOOOOH OOOOOOOOLD!  If only I got to have fun with this rather inconvenient quality I seem to have. Imaginary friend Wolfe is right, this will not stop until I am unfuckable.

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