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November 1, 2013

it’s not all that….

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:41 am

The reality is, my job, much as I like it, much as everything appears to be going well (as in the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and I have seen no oil cans heading my way) much as everything seems to be trickling along nicely, could end tomorrow.

It could end for a variety of reasons, from a management decision that wipes out 10% of the staff overnight, to a single line manager decision that for some (real or imagined) reason my face doesn’t fit.

Pretty much all you can do is enjoy it while you can, and certainly not worry about what it takes to be a better employee with more job security.

Now, if I talked about being a better boyfriend / husband with better relationship security, y’all would be chanting “Beta $, Alpha fucks”

But the fact is, it is true, I can no more make my self an attractive boyfriend to a wimminz who just ain’t interested, no matter what I have to offer, than I can make myself an attractive employee to a company that just ain’t interested, no matter what I have to offer.

The parallels are exact.

I don’t *want* my job to end, but the reality is I can no more influence that than I can the weather, all I *can* do, is do my job, the same as I did on my first day, no less, and no more.

The reality is that employers can and do bail on great employees as arbitrarily and unfairly as wives bail on great husbands and fathers, and there is *nothing* that you can do as a man to either influence that decision, or influence the relative value that you are assigned as a part of that decision making.

We had an *incident* at work recently, and you have to remember “work” is reseller > client > us > various departments in our place > me actually turning up on site.

The incident is I did everything I was told, to the letter, and fulfilled both the letter and the spirit of my contract, and yet, the job didn’t end up with a working widget, and nobody was happy, and so everyone started in on the blame game, and by the way I am talking global brands here… not mom and pop’s lemonade stand.

Since I was the only fucker who had actually been on site, naturally I was the only suspect in the murder case, and naturally I have not been included in the loop in all the hand wringing and blame game and no, you pay, we ain’t paying, horse-shit and horse-trading.

Bottom line?

Bottom line is two layers and seventeen levels away in the layer cake, the reseller was in possession of some data, and despite three explicit opportunities to provide this data, one of which was when I personally called their 3rd line support to ask if I was missing anything, it was never provided.

It was never provided because there were so many layers in their own organisation, nobody saw the whole picture, and nobody had any incentive to wonder what if anything was on the pieces of jigsaw that they could not see, eg the other 4,999 pieces that make up the whole.

Nor was the system itself designed in such a way as to fail gracefully, if it did not find the *thing* it wanted, all it would do is reboot, endlessly, no diagnostics, no error messages, no output, nothing.

By now it is obvious, it’s a software fault, it could be a crypto key or a TPM tie in or a licence file, it doesn’t matter, the bitch has been written to look for this shit as an integral part of the boot process, and if it doesn’t find it, reboot instantly and try again.

Which is great with 20/20 hindsight, but the people who provided this system and who resold our engineers as their own to the end user and who approved the purchase of parts that amounted to a complete new system, never though to tell the field engineer (me) this, even when he asked.

No, much easier to wait for it to go wrong and start playing the blame game.

Of course, when I point all this out, because, you know, that is the job of the field engineer, to join all the dots that everyone on higher salaries sat in their offices already has, and suddenly the blame game is reversed and all agree that actually yours truly didn’t fuck up, and the reseller will foot the bill in full, and my employer says to me you are quite right….

Yeah, and fair play to y’all for admitting it and not actually blaming me the instant the reseller tried to dump on me, but, the fact is if y’all could do *your* fucking jobs properly in the first place it would never have gotten this far.

Y’all should have been, hey reseller, our guy did, exactly and to the letter, what he was told to do and authorised to do by you, now fuck off and pay up. Any fuck up ain’t with us or our guy.

As the beta boyfriend / husband / father, it isn’t my fucking job to point out to you where you or your friends or advisers are wrong about me.

As a man with my self employed hat on, said reseller would be on my blacklist for life, not for fucking up and not telling the field engineer relevant data, but for trying to blame him as a first resort, rather than FIRST trying to identify what went wrong and where and how.

***THIS***

As a lowly employee, no doubt I’ll be doing another job for this reseller soon.

Interestingly, and notably, my fellow field engineers instantly knew that I was seriously pissed off with the whole thing, despite remaining outwardly utterly professional and calm, and as soon as they knew the facts they all sided with me 100%

Interestingly also, they all also equally apportioned the blame between our employer and the reseller, I heard more than once “redacted are known for always trying to blame everyone else.”

Learn the lesson WOPR learned, many games are un-winnable, to play is to lose.

To try to be a good employee is to lose.

To try to be a good boyfriend / husband / father is to lose.

My company DO NOT WANT an uber mega kick-ass cool slick mother-fucker of a field engineer, if they did they woulda hired one, at 20x my current salary.

Same with bitches, you want a great man you’ll hire one, you are master of this house and of me.

*THEN* you can fucking complain when your employee doesn’t live up to spec, or your man doesn’t put food on the table or coal in the hearth, as per the original bill of goods.

Trying not to be a squeaky wheel is one thing, trying to be a teflon coated hub motor 100 kW drive wheel will get you sacked, part not suitable for role.

The HR bitch DOES NOT FUCKING GET IT, pathetic little circular mails about employee of the week and Fred has had such good feedback from acme corp and don’t y’all wanna compete with Fred and be even more alpha and uber than he is?

NO

I

FUCKING

DON’T

In my ideal world you won’t even have heard of me bitch, in fact in my ideal world the only people in the company who even know I exist would be three or four people in the service department who assign me work, and the fucking payroll computer.

We have quite a few ex military types, you can see the look on their faces, like being smacked across the face with a fresh wet halibut, when I say shit to them.

I’ll get emails circulars from them about company policy and procedures and looking good for clients, and email circulars from HR about who got prizes for the best fucking Halloween costume at work, so I’ll ask them when they were on patrol in Helmand Province, was it the Afghans or the Brass who formed the judging panel for the best Halloween outfit while on patrol?

Did they have a dress down Friday where everyone went out on patrol in denim and cheesecloth and the wimminz soldiers looked like they were clubbing?

Did they hire people from the job-centre in Watford and tell them to make their own way to Kandahar, DHL should be delivering your weapons and ammo on-site for a pre-midday and you got to look for a guy wearing an aqualung who answers to the name of Trevor and fix whatever it is he says needs fixing so you can get your paperwork signed and we all get paid?

Gotta be careful who you say this shit to though…. real careful… or you’ll be seen as the squeaky wheel.

Fuck all you can do to improve your lot, as an employee or as a beta boyfriend, but plenty you can do to fuck it up…. and 99% of that will come from trying to improve your lot, or your status. or what others think of you.

 

October 30, 2013

Windows file copy dialogue

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 10:20 am

It’s a simile, or a metaphor, or an allegory, or maybe it’s just a fucking example.

Back in the day you could bring any NT machine, no matter how high the spec, to its knees, just pop a floppy in the drive and click FORMAT.

As long ago as 1985 the Acorn RISCOS had a “pause” and “resume” feature in file copy/move, something to this day winders does not have.

So, we have a scenario, Disk F: is empty, Disk G; contains;

  • Folder 1 – 60 gig in size, 1.1 million assorted small files
  • Folder 2 – 90 gig in size, 127 large files
  • Folder 3 – 120 gig in size, 650,000 assorted files

You want to move everything from, Disk G to Disk F because Disk G is dying.

What’s quickest, do each folder in sequence, or do them all simultaneously?

Well, it depends, and then the “having a wimminz in your life” analogy pops up, Folder 4, 642 gig in size, 1.9 million files, including many os/system files that will require confirmation, many same name files that will require skip/overwrite, and many file names inc path that are too long for the system to read / write.

Your brain on MGTOW is the same, the wimminz process fucks up everything else, it’s a resource hog out of all comparison to what it actually achieves, if anything…

The old Microsoft Windows home server wasn’t a bad OS, Home server 2011 still has a bad rep because MS removed Drive Extender which was included in the earlier version of home server.

Drive Extender (DE) is a way of making all your disks in your NAS box appear to the rest of the network as one big disk… which people liked.

It did it by creating a “DE” folder in the root of each HD in the NAS, and then creating a mirror of the entire NAS file directory STRUCTURE (not content) in every HD.

So, “Folder 1” on your NAS which contained “file 1” and “file 2“, you might find that in fact while all four disks on your NAS had a root “DE” folder, and all four root “DE” folders contained a “Folder 1” folder, when you look at the four drives (for example in a 4 bay NAS) on a drive by drive basis you would get stuff like

  1. DE\Folder 1\
  2. DE\Folder 1\file 2
  3. DE\Folder 1\file 1
  4. DE\Folder 1\

Which means to extract all that shit to a new system, or to recover it, you have to merge folders into a new location.

For my money I think MS were entirely correct to lose DE in WHS2011 and go back to RAID1, and for my money the commercial replacement Drive Bender is just another DE, eg something that sounds great 99% of the time when everything is going really well.

(My personal take is that RAID is seen as scary, quite rightly, and DE was seen as cute and fluffy, quite wrongly…)

When things are going well, that Folder 4, the “wimminz process” above just bogs things down, it’s fucking annoying and yadda yadda yadda but at least processes 1 to 3 inclusive are still running.

When TSHTF however, that wimminz process does nothing but churn and bog the system and turns a potential data loss scenario into a major entire NAS fucked and corrupted, you’re data is hosed bro and so are you, scenario…. when a wimminz process runs it wants priority, a high nice value than everything else, what’s that NT server, you’re running the accounts and live office for a 5 million turnover firm that employs 20 local people, here, have a floppy to format, fuck you very much…

I do have potential cuntstomers (sic) etc ask me about this shit, can I have a quote please,…. no, now fuck off..

Because after I go to the effort y’all will say HOW FUCKING MUCH???!!!!

So here are my rules for speccing a NAS.

  1. Gather up all your optical disks, loose HD’s and PC etc, inventory it all and come up with a total data capacity in gigs.
  2. We will call this number N GB
  3. Your NAS data pool needs to be 4 x N GB in capacity on day one.
  4. Your NAS installed capacity needs to be double this, or 8 x N GB on day one if you are going for RAID-1 mirrored drives.
  5. NAS isn’t a backup, nor is RAID, so you need ANOTHER NAS of equal capacity +25% for a backup… thankfully this can be a slower cheaper one, but, it has to have the capacity.
  6. NEVER USE ANYTHING EXCEPT 2 TB HD’s in your NAS, no exceptions, ever. never ever ever ever ever ever ever, fucking never. got it? Never.

I can tell you now, I can count how many I have built and sold to SOHO customers on the fingers of one hand.

I’ll tell you something else, every single one of those customers was a single male.

Whenever there was a wimminz *anywhere* in the picture, we never got past item #3 in that list above, lets start with something smaller and see how….. yadda yadda yadda… why don’t you fuck off to ebay and buy a used radynas duo… cunt…

Incidentally, item #5, if only there were commercial DLT tapes that worked out affordable and reliable and practical enough, optical just doesn’t cut it on any level, practically your backup device is going to be NAS#2… spinning rust.

So, WTF started AfOR off on this shit?

Basically, loads of posts in the man owe sphere from guys claiming to have swallowed the red pill and seen the light, y’all are like the two in house IT cunts I met on a job yesterday, bright eyes and fluffy tailed, hullo clouds hullo sky.

I said to them y’all are either new to this game or not very experienced, they both denied both options, full of bright eyes and optimism that the install was going to go well, repeating words and phrases that the backbone cable/EFM guys had told them that should have made them quake with awwww and phear, as though they were just words and phrases.

So I do my bit and rack up the new router, patch in the EFM box and amazingly connecting a router to the LAN side of an EFM box doesn’t make the red idiot light on the WAN side of the EFM box turn green… I call my counterpart at the telco and suggest we aren’t going to sign this baby off today as there is no working EFM circuit, he agrees, book the cable/ backbone guys to re-visit, not much else for me to do but pack up.

I say to the now deflated fluffy bunnies as I hand them my paperwork to sign,  “and have I managed to destroy your optimism?”… they agree, I have, I grin widely and say “then my work here is done!” and leave the dumb shits to it.

It’s like my 6 rules above for speccing a NAS, those who obey them all to the letter, yeah, sometimes they have issues, that’s life, but I get to hear about it after they solved the problem themselves, no fuss, no drama, no panic… just awww shit, not another fucking dead disk… and then remedy it.

Those who don’t…..

Those two fluffy bunnies yesterday, they remind me of the MGTOW’s patting themselves on the back for swallowing red pills for 4 whole years straight now.

They chided me for my cynical attitude when I walked in the door, laughed at me when I said I am not cynical mate, just experienced, after all. had they not got the cable guy to move the EFM circuit down the hallway to the new office where we were all sat….. and the cable guy’s awww and phear inducing utterances that they quoted to me when I walked in the door, utterances that ran off their fluffy little bunny coats like water off a ducks back?

“what’s the point in moving a dead circuit”

Now I’m not trying to put you down, you young red pillers, any more than I would put these two down for their IT knowledge, which was indeed leagues ahead of 99.9% of the population.

The lesson is that 4, 6, 10 years of popping red pills is waaaaaay too short a time to get actual experience, y’all are like these fluffy bunnies yesterday, you think your knowledge and skills and experience and your firewalls and anti malware apps and project plans and flowcharts actually amount to shit.

You are acquiring knowledge, which is a good thing, but you need to be acquiring experience, and that is empirical shit where the proof of every pudding only comes after you have eaten the last drop, left the restaurant, digested it, and seen it as an old friend off to the coast from your favourite bog seat.

October 27, 2013

Defence told court: ‘Who knows what was going on in her mind’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 5:00 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2477790/Young-mother-jailed-making-false-rape-claims-hours-getting-drunk-sleeping-friends-partner.html

October 24, 2013

Ah yes, the Jewish Problem.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:24 pm

Jimmy Saville, I don’t know if he was Jewish or not, he had a Jewish-ish surname, and Jewish-ish facial features, but whether or not he was an actual Jew I know not.

My psycho skank ho ex always hated him and said he was creepy, but then she hated clowns too, and as a policy taking the exact opposite viewpoint of a psycho false rape accusing lying skank ho cunt has some appeal.

What I do know for a fact is the now deceased Jimmy Saville was never convicted of anything in court, which makes him innocent, but being dead he can’t sue the meedja for referring to him as “the sick paedo saville” at every opportunity.

Nor can he do anything when every new atrocity that comes to light gets associated with him, girl goes missing in 1979, ooh, Jimmy Saville was known to be 5 miles away from where she was last seen in 1979, so maybe he did that too.

Next we will have it on good authority that Saville colluded with Goebbels, Goring and Himmler and as such had 24/7 access and a staff key to the kindergartens in Auchwitz…. the dirty fucking paedo…

For the record, I don’t actually have anything against Jews, or any other race, though on a bad day I’ll make an exception for anyone called Barry or anyone who drives a silver car…

But, I do have two eyes, so I can see things, and Jews are the biggest niggerz of them all, they were the ones who invented “hate speech” as a legal cudgel.

If I was living in La Belle France right now it is a CRIMINAL, not civil, but CRIMINAL offence to say the following.

The Jew claim 6 million jews were exterminated during WW2, if we use the metric system and assume the average human being weigh’s 50 kilos, then the Wermacht had to round up, transport and dispose of 50 x 6,000,000 = 300,000 Tonnes of human flesh.

If we assume Auchwitz was 500 metres by 200 metres, and a mere 1.2 million Jews died there, that is 1,200.000 / 100,000 = 12 per square metre, so Auchwitz would be a mound of dead bodies at least 4 metres high, meanwhile the SS super soldiers with their secret genetic enhancements that would have been required to resist the plague conditions of living in and on a solid mass of decaying corpses, were utilised not on the front lines to kick ass, but in a fucking prison camp next to a war goods factory (IG Farben)

And don’t give me that shit about they were all cremated, I have at one time cremated cattle for a job (BSE, 30 months) and it uses an EXTRAORDINARY amount of energy (that the Wermach were always short of anyway) and still leaves FAR more ashes that you would believe, the mound would still be 50 cm high over the entire site.

To question the “6 million” is NOT the same thing as denying that atrocities did indeed take place, or denying that Auchwitz et al were basically death camps, or denying that the Nazi party had it in for the Jews.

But, it opened the door, the Jews were pushing for this since 1945.

It is not mere censorship, but a re-write of both the dictionary and reality.

it is an example the feminazis followed well, with similarly staggering levels of “success” in their endeavours…

The real “Jewish problem” is how they managed to twist reality so far away from actual reality that just questioning something and asking for empirical proof, or an open discussion, is now considered a crime.

The real “Wimminz problem” is that THEIR policies touch more people every day, and more intimately, and they also probably won’t stop until they make questioning any of the feminazi propaganda a criminal offence.

 

October 22, 2013

The couple said they believed her condition was due to ‘fussy eating’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 2:19 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2471231/Lesbian-couple-avoid-jail-despite-letting-daughter-waste-away-half-size-healthy-child.html

October 21, 2013

Flying pigs, part two

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:05 pm

In part one I mentioned Calhoun’s mice metropolis experiments, and the point that I kinda thought “everyone knew about this“, until I realised the truth was nearer “nobody under 50 has heard about this“, due to a post on another blog that drew parallels to Calhoun’s “beautiful ones” and the phenomenon which is known in Japan as “grass eaters”

In the mice metropolis experiment, these mice *looked* bloody good physically, but far from preserving themselves in readiness to exploit the die off, they died off too… they couldn’t handle *any* change from the existence they had forged.

The, to me, most important points of Calhoun’s experiment will likely be missed by those it is new to.. so, let me summarise…

  1. Mice heaven was divided into 16 equal segments, and each segment could provide for all the needs of up to 200 mice… for a theoretical maximum of 3,200.
  2. The experiment started with 4 or 6 mice, I forget which now.
  3. Each segment was identical, even down to provision of water and food.
  4. Nevertheless, the peak population never got beyond 2,200
  5. There were ***NO*** survivors of the die off phase.
  6. The population clustered, it didn’t spread out equally across the 16 zones.

point #5 is the one, this wasn’t some theoretical computer based life simulation based on foxes and rabbits etc, and *nobody* in the experiment expected it to end in extinction.

Sadly in 2013 if google hasn’t indexed it, it doesn’t exist, so it is only in my memory, not a link you guys can follow,  that Calhoun said in an interview much later that it was almost like god / dna / darwin was watching, growth expanded to fill most of the space, eventually realised that this was a closed system with no way to breach the boundaries, and so the same grow and expand triggers that made the population squabble, ended up just turning off the lights and going to sleep and never waking again.

In effect, there were not enough possible moves or options left for the mice to evolve, it was a monoculture, and at some point some inbuilt trigger in dna flipped over to extinction.

Not all species that become extinct do so solely because they cannot eat and breed fast enough to overcome predation and environmental changes, many species that should have been able to carry on just quit.

Not enough moves left in the game.

Which makes an interesting thought experiment…

If these grass eaters, or “men going ghost” / MGTOW, are a direct analogy to the beautiful mice, then they are not a sign that marxism / feminism has had its day, but that homo sapiens has had its day.

Time for the next evolutionary step.

Homo makemeasammichbitch

The bit everyone forgets from Idiocracy is the obvious fact that if Not Sure hadn’t stopped them from irrigating the crops with Brawndo, everyone would have been dead, pronto, even before the remaining functioning stuff fell into dust and killed them that way.

OK, Earth isn’t a closed system / monoculture, so species extinction, maybe not, species speciation, maybe so, maybe so with bells on.

Maybe we are in the middle of such a speciation right now.

Certainly, as far as I can tell, wimminz and niggerz aren’t actually human, it is far more useful to think of them as some sort of alien body snatcher copies, they just imitate rational thinking beings, rather than having any ability to indulge in individual rational thought themselves.

It is interesting that in sci-fi whenever there is a call for a creature that copies the host organism, said creature always takes on the appearance of a human female… the *only* exception I can think of is an early English sci-fi film in which the creatures took on the appearance of young pre pubescent boys… it ended with a famous scene of the guy imagining a brick wall to avoid thinking about the bomb in the suitcase that would wipe them out.

As we now know, there is at best a vague and passing *positive* link between brain size and complexity, and intellect.

In my travels and in my life I have met some very very important and wealthy and influential people, and with truly rare exceptions I have come away with a profound impression of disturbing levels of stupidity, just a sense of “them and us” that makes any imagined psychopathy in what I wrote above look like a candle next to a bonfire.

To sum up.

I have never taken up the mantle of myself as being a PUA or having mastered game, it just does not sit right with me.

Nor does the whole grass-eater / MGTOW thing

I would caution men who are dissatisfied with the legal and social systems in place today, that MGTOW may not be something to aspire to, it may be nothing more than dropping out and spending your remaining time ensuring that you make a handsome corpse, for about 3 hours until morbidity sets in.

Perhaps, instead, aspire to evolving yourself into a different creature altogether, a shape-shifter that can pretend it is human, but unlike the wimminz and niggerz, the camouflage is not to conceal the lack of a functioning brain, but the presence of a keenly analytical brain.

Her son said: ‘What you did was unforgivable. You wanted me dead’

Filed under: Wimminz — wimminz @ 4:07 pm

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2469989/Christine-Gelineau-jailed-burning-sons-penis-nipples-lighter.html

Teaching pigs to fly.

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 12:29 pm

There is a thing about ageing.

Ageing = the passage of time.

With the passage of time, unless you live in your own little artificial bubble, things happen, if you have your eyes and ears open this counts as something called “experience”

With sufficient passage of time two individuals of the same age in the same culture are going to share many experiences, and therefore they are going to share many world-views.

When you are 20 the mutterings of a 70 year old man about human nature in general just sound like some grumpy old fuck with a limp wrist who never amounted to anything when he was alive, and at 70 he is long dead from the neck up.

As you get older, that view shifts, at 20 you weren’t as immortal and dynamic and world changing as you thought you were, and the beat goes on, and one day you wake up and realise that the now long dead silly old cunt wasn’t so daft after all.

My grandad was viewed as such by me when I was a teenager, a silly selfish old cunt who didn’t give a fuck about his wife, only his sons, and not their wives either, and when push came to shove his #1 son very unusually produced one daughter only, so fuck her too, whereas his #2 son in turn had two boys, and when it came to will writing time even though there was barely a pot to piss in he made sure that everything was left in trust for those two boys…. what estate there was allowed the second wife to purchase a small home after his death (she was much younger than him) but it was never going to be her property, it was in trust.

Silly old cunt.funny_squirrel_2

Now I’m older, not that there is or will be anything left in that trust by the time the lawyers get through with it, despite the fact that wife #2 is still alive some 42 years after grandad snuffed it, so it ain’t about the money, but now that I am older, well, he wasn’t such a daft old cunt after all.

At the very least not letting her get ownership prevented her from selling it and going on a cruise, and a direct result of that is she has had a roof over her head these past 42 years.

Every wimminz I have ever known pretty much fits into this category, the only things not totally fucked up about their lives are the things they themselves have been totally denied any control over.

Wimminz appear to be quite unable to process the idea that actions and choices have consequences that reach out through time like ripples from a rock thrown into a pond.

Niggerz too…

So they “hope” they won’t lie to you again, betray you again, stab you in the back again, but the typical man’s response of “don’t hope, bitch, don’t try, fucking DO…..” might as well be uttered in klingon.

Because it comes from a world of cause and effect, a world in which never checking your engine oil and then ignoring the idiot light leaves you by the side of the road with a fucked motor.

In a world with no cause and effect, there is no possibility to teach anyone anything, all you can do is curtail, control and imprint.

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One of the consequences is you tend to not say shit, so when you come across another blog mentioning something you already knew, you feel a sense of surprise.

Doesn’t everyone know that? It was famous…

But then again, I’ve lived longer than many people, it’s that experience gap again.

 

October 19, 2013

Diminishing returns

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 11:53 am

Shooting the shit with a co-employee while we cooled our heels on the clock, waiting for someone else in the supply chain to get their finger out so we could complete our jobs and GTFO.

Got around to overtime, and why I almost never do it, by the time overtime comes along, you already used your tax free allowance on your basic wage, so for example is the tax rate is 45% and you basic pay is $10 an hour and the company pays overtime at time and a half….

… a lot of guys start thinking 1.5 x 10 = 15 bucks and hour, but since the whole of that 15 bucks an hour is taxed at 45% you actually get 8.25 an hour to take home.

In other words each additional hour you work is a case of diminishing returns, the sweet hours were from when you started the day at 9 until mid morning, still on the tax free bit of your tax allowance (I know, it doesn’t actually work like that, but bear with me) where your hourly rate = your take home rate.

So this is why when I look at my monthly, it usually has around 3 to 8 hours of overtime, and the total extra money I am paid for those hours after tax is sweet fuck all.6a0120a9506f8e970b01347fe72626970c

But you have to remember, I am debt free, so I can do this and look at life this way.

Wimminz be the same, after the first fuck, which may have cost you a couple of drinks, everything else is diminishing returns.

And this is for s debt free guy, for the indebted guy it is much much worse, he can neither quit the job nor refuse the overtime.

Yesterday I got a call at 4:30, would I mind doing some overtime, a hotel site 50 miles away was hard down, now as I suspected the problem wasn’t fixable by me because it wasn’t the router, it was the line, and within 5 minutes of arriving I’m logged in and the IOS command show dsl interface atm0 tells you all about the line, signal which should be a high number is hovering around 6 dB, and attenuation which should be a low number is hovering around 50 dB, the kit is detecting the xdsl carrier and getting a lock, but that’s it, I tell the guy on the other end of the phone it is a line fault.

Of course, they don’t wanna know that, because it means escalating it and making an expensive and time consuming extra step in the escalation process to call a British Telecom line engineer out, so I spend 2 hours chilling and doing occasional other tests like swapping out the router for a new one and swapping out cables and shit…… and 2 hours later with all new cables and an all new router we are sat there with a carrier detect and 6 dB snr and 50 dB attenuation, and now they listen to me and book a line engineer.

Now money wise that is an hour to get there, two hours fucking around onsite, and an our back, half of which goes to the taxman, so, not worth it, but daddy didn’t raise no dumbass.

The job wasn’t too long to ruin my evening, but, it was long enough to qualify for expenses, so I was entitled to claim for supper, which I did, a nice sit down fish supper at a restaurant, and unlike my taxed overtime, every last red cent of that bill was picked up by the company, and since I had to eat anyway, in effect that got me tax free double time, now THAT is worth it.

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I have occasional longer dalliances with wimminz, mini relationshits if you will, and I use the same logic, and make a point of acting like a 70’s wimminz pop star, “I know you say you love me, but what have you done for me lately bitch” in the sense I only take on that OPTIONAL overtime if it suits me and is to my direct advantage.

I make it very clear to the wimminz in question that as soon as we hit the point of diminishing returns then rain stops play and I sit at home with my feet up.

My employer, like wimminz, appreciates my attitude and appreciates me, when they ring up with an overtime job they know they have to sell it to me, start by giving me all the job details up front, not just do you want some overtime in 90210 zip…

And if I say yeah I’ll do it they thank me up front, and I say no problem, because if it was the slightest fucking problem, I wouldn’t be doing it, and we both know that.

I want to digress slightly, something related.

My job, I’m a field engineer, I almost never see a fellow employee, my interaction with my bosses and HQ is via electronic means or phone call. Electronic means is usually an electronic diary, with brief job description.

Everything else is self discipline. Nobody is watching, nobody is checking, nobody will physically see.

It is up to me to get up in time, wash, shave, put on a shirt and tie, make sure I have the shit I need to do the job, and get my ass to site for the appointed time.

The only thing keeping me honest is me.

To the extent that the squeaky wheel gets all the oil, I get none, we are supposed to have 12 weekly face to face with line managers and all kinds of shit, I saw mine once back in March or April, which suits me fine…

I say they love me, they clearly don’t, but neither do they go “Oh fuck, what now?” when a message with my name in it pops up.

I’m easy and reliable and trustworthy and predictable.

Micromanage me and my ass is dust.

Sure, it’s not easy finding an employer my attitude and approach will fly with, but I figure neither is it easy to find an employee who can go months without any supervision of any kind and still turn up able to pass a surprise inspection.

It’s not easy finding a wimminz my attitude and approach will fly with, but I figure neither is it easy for them to find a man in a world of niggerz, so if you wanna play, you gotta pay.

My crib, at the moment, is a shit pit, so don’t get the idea that the self discipline I am talking about is some OCD trip, nor do I want to give you the impression I’m gung ho for all the corporate team building shit, I flatly fucking ignore everything that is not 100% related to my actual job, I unapologetically use spam filters for the internal corporate emails, everything automated and designed to make lacklustre employees do their job is sent straight to trash, this is against company policy and the corporate IT bod, who is not a friend of mine as we have locked horns a couple times over the pathetic corporate policy on password complexity and frequency of change, the OCD 30’s IT head telling me he knew all about my objections to the policy and touting his resume as part of the attempted put down, me saying yeah, the only factor you are missing here is people… duh… despite this, and them having full access to and control of my corporate laptop every time it goes on-line, not a fucking word is said, but then again neither is anything said about using my company laptop for personal use, because I don’t, ever, not even once.

Whenever one of the bods in the office has to call me on the company phone about a job, they are always greeted by a cheerful happy voice, because I am cheerful and happy, because I don’t give a flying fuck, I do my job, I enjoy my job, there are no inducements that they can offer or threaten with that will make me change, I’ll walk.

I’m the same with wimminz.

The self discipline doesn’t mean I am Captain Save-a-ho, I am chock fucking full of mother-fucking flaws and shortcomings, but I am here because I enjoy it and because it is fun, and the instant you try to change that bitch, I’m done here.

The law of diminishing returns does not apply to your cunt / ass / mouth, my self discipline ensures that it is either all gravy, or all history.

 

October 14, 2013

Love = ownership

Filed under: Wimminz — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — wimminz @ 2:12 pm

Got this skank, she has been proclaiming undying love for me for some 18 months now, thing is, to her, her “loving” me means she should be able to control me.

I am not talking about “I love this person so I don’t want them to hurt me” which can be a huge grey area depending on the definition of hurt me, but I love you so you should do x to please me.

I had this discussion, what is love anyway, with a FWB over the weekend, and I had to admit, I had no idea what love actually is.

It’s not that I am a robot or psychopath without feelings, it is that no definition I can come up with carries any more meantingful, empirical and semantic content than Meh, bleugh, wibble… though I was able to tell her that every time I had felt what I would have described as love, I ended up getting hurt, often badly.

So, what is love, other than some sort of catch all code used to cover and express the indefinable and inexpressible?

I can remember that ache in the chest, “such sweet sorrow”, but I am always reminded of something my dad used to say, that yawning wasn’t a sign of tiredness, but a sign of not being well, he was right, I yawn when I’m running on empty, grab more oxygen the body says, not when I could crash out 10 seconds after putting my head down… but looking back that is what that ache was, the realisation that something wasn’t as I wanted it to be, the ache was because my dog was gone, not because I loved him.

They also say love and hate are two sides of the same coin, I’m not sure what hate is either, but it sure isn’t the inverse of love, I’d toast the great spaghetti monster if the psycho skank ho ex had a long and painful battle with cunt cancer, but I don’t feel great that those I care for are healthy.

I literally wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire, but it is an apathy and a refusal to participate, not a participation in her downfall.

I conclude that actively seeking her downfall is going to be down to one or both of two things, anger and obsession.

Hate is a word that is abused as often as love, “I hate broad beans” no, I don’t, I just don’t like the taste of them.

It seems that in fact both words are used to describe a state of irrationality, of being absent from your senses, and therefore absent from a state of both rationality and sound judgement.

Back in the day, one day Queen was unheard of, then a week later they were all over the radio and telly, seven seas, my dad took one look at them and said “Queen,. Queer more like”… and thirty years later people were still debating freddie’s sexuality, and not debating the rest of the band, someone who should be in the know once told me that deaky was the only band member never to have sucked on a cock… but to the female fans, which was most of them if we are going to be brutally honest here, boys were more into Purple / Foghat / Zep / Yes / BTO, falling in love with a lead singer who preferred cock was a state of being absent from reality.

I fail to see how something that defies description as well as love does, can play a functional part in POSITIVE evolution, and I fail to see how something that fails to play a functional part in POSITIVE evolution can be anything else but NEGATIVE evolution.

Positive evolution is me fucking the psycho skank ho ex and creating a son to carry on the DNA

Negative evolution is me not reproducing.

Homosexuality is negative evolution, save for those rare cases when faggy uncle chris can save the life of nephew joe.

Homosexuality is not eliminated by evolution, therefore it is an artefact of evolution, and it is not the fact that fags are created that we should be focusing on, but the fact that fags (by and large) do not reproduce, DNA don’t care what you are, just what your genetic legacy is.

And when I say homosexuality I mean homosexuality, only being with one sex, your own, not people who put “bisexual” on a profile because it makes them sound trendy and everyone else is doing it too.

Loyalty and bonding, they play a part in DNA, and are therefore real.

Love and hate, no, don’t buy it, so they are just “noise”, plenty of signal, but no valid data.

Which ties in with the fact that I can quite easily explain and point to examples of loyalty and bonding, no difficulty whatsoever, unlike love.

In the final analysis it always appears to me that “love” is used as a get out of jail free card to justify actions and behaviours that would otherwise be beyond the pale.

When a child does something unforgivable, and that act is then forgiven, it is always love that is used as an excuse… whereas loyalty and bonding between a parent and child can be destroyed totally by that same act.. never darken my door again.

The skank that started this off, who proclaims undying love and then gets all upset when I don’t dance to her tune, she will never get the fact that it is the very fact of her getting upset when I won’t dance to her tune that puts her firmly in the “have fucked, won’t fuck ever again” category.

Her self declared love for me survives all this undiminished.

In effect her desire to remain irrational and absent from her senses remains undiminished.

My failure to comprehend love, is, I feel, not exactly unlinked to my failure to feel guilt and shame at being a deadbeat dad.

Only someone who is irrational and absent from their senses would feel guilt and shame over something that he would nether wish for nor make happen nor had any control over.

Grief, yes, I feel grief and sorrow, as I would if my dog was run over by a truck that crashed into the garden, something I am neither responsible for nor have control over.

With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight, it is telling that a phrase that was mentioned a *lot* in secret family court, along with “the child’s best ‘interests‘” was love, “duty” was only even mention as something belonging to the court, and “loyalty” didn’t get a look in.

I did a word analysis of the affidavits filed with the court by by psycho skank ho ex, in which I was accused of a decade of every manner of vile and disgusting and violent and abusive actions possible.

What was remarkable was the fact that until I did this, no matter how often I had read the documents in question, I completely failed to notice what words were missing.

World like pain and agony and bruising and uncomfortable and so on were either completely or totally absent, I’d run though the house waving a dagger and screaming I was going to kill her, or she would wear high necked and long sleeved tops to cover the bruises (used once) but no mention of the things a body feels when it has been subjected to such treatment.

Words and phrases that can be found in every other affidavit seeking child custody ever written were littered throughout, feelings and controlling and abusive and violent and scared and afraid, dozens and dozens of mentions of all of them.

What is love?

fuktifino

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