Clarification

So, to set the story straight.  Here is what actually happened.

 

Staring Brat 1 decides on seeing me for the first time that I’m his gal.  I am grieving and in a new job, so I do not notice until he drags four people into the office and creates problems for each of them. Two are told that they must work extra hours, one is told that he is misusing his phone, which he isn’t, and I am told that invisible people are saying nasty things about me but he is there and wants to know about my home situation.  I smell a rat as he stares so much, inform the others that the problem is nothing to do with them, and tell him that I find the story ridiculous.  He continues to stare, never makes another attempt to speak to me but I know he is still staring.  He also makes several negative remarks behind my back, which I am well aware of, in an attempt to create situations in which I am likely to be frightened and which put my job at risk.  If he does not understand that frightening people is unlikely to make them like him, then he is seriously disturbed and requires treatment for SPD.

The dude is huge, but all I can see is a small child being beaten to a pulp every time I look at him, so I know that he is a bit inadequate, but this is no excuse for being frightening and creepy.

I am transferred, thankfully, to another team and meet Staring Brat 2, who seems like a smaller, gentler and somewhat wittier person, but then starts to become enormous very quickly after I tell him his seriousness is beautiful.  Nevertheless he is happy and continues the physical flirting until I see something with the beautiful girl, leading me to believe that he is with her. (it is very unclear to this day what is going on there)

When I offer to transfer off the shift so that they can continue their relationship in peace, he becomes furious, and continues to be furious right up until he gets me fired via his manager. I have seen several indications that this guy has extreme CPTSD.

His wife, whom I knew nothing about until I looked up his company, then tells me that Staring Brat 2 regards it as  ‘good and fun entertainment’ to carry out the instructions of Staring Brat 1 and punish me for not liking him because he is jealous. Seems like they are both a bit jealous and a bit stupid, to be honest.

Staring Brat 2 also appears to think there is some money in it for him, since he is the one that was making the enquiries.

The manager tells me that as long as someone is saying something is harassment, he is going to uphold it, that I am getting a warning for a problem I have already solved, and then the company expressly fire me for sending an email and having a perfectly respectable conversation, saving themselves the month’s wage they owe me in the process and ensuring that I cannot work for them again.

This is a disgrace.  If you employ this so called ‘professional financial services‘ company be aware they are far from it.  They apparently cannot even manage a couple of gym bunny team leaders, never mind your business.  Don’t think they will be getting additional contracts out of this. The source of risk was never me.

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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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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.

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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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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 Wolfe is right, this will not stop until I am unfuckable.

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Job Statistics so far for Scotland

We are on the three weeks since the swan crapped on me again.

Wage rates are in decline since I last had to bother doing any of this, which was approximately a decade ago.

eg.

Meter reading – a very difficult job which involves being paid for part time hours,  walking full time to achieve targets and climbing a lot of stairs, you need a car.  I was physically attacked twice doing this job, once by a policeman and once by four violent neds (I won) – 1998 this job paid £7.70 an hour.  In 2018 this job pays £7.70 per hour.

Cleaning – is now available from £7.83 to £12 per hour if you have your own car and are relatively respectable.  I could have done this for lecturers at uni for £10 – as this was 16 years ago or so, again in decline but bearing up well compared to office work

Wiping bottoms – also known as caring.  If you do this for your loved ones, you get £65 per week for 24 hour a day care.  If you do it as a profession you get from £8-14 per hour, again better than office work.

Office work – Twenty years ago I was averaging £8.50 as an administrator.  This was anything from audio typing to supervising a team of health and safety administrators.  Now I am told that I should not be asking for £9 as this is apparently too difficult for agencies to fill.  I have held out for more complex admin roles, and am looking at £10-14 roles, however it is more likely that I am in the market for entry level graduate roles at £20k.  (Also see yesterday’s post on financial services in decline.)

Kitchen portering or washing dishes, bar work – This is commanding £8-£9 at the moment, and requires no unusual skills, besides which you have a better scope in terms of getting more hours.  If you go with waiting tables, you get tips on top of this, but sometimes these are shared so you have a bit of money on top of your obvious income.  This makes it better than office work, and considerably better for your health.

My crap CV and allegedly useless experience have so far got me six interviews, one within an hour and a half of looking for work.  If I listened to agencies, I would have been working for minimum wage and presumably part-time begging to survive some time ago.  Glasgow is bursting at the seams with inverted snobs who do not like you, your education or anything about you so you are far better off doing without them. Your degree seems to be a liability.

A recent project I was on was actively discouraging Scottish people from jobs in Scotland and saving places for more English or foreign nationals on particular shifts.

If you didn’t know you were at war, please note this carefully.

 

 

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Job Market Hilarity

Well, after discovering that you now get more money cleaning or wiping bottoms for a living than you do in financial services, I am wondering what to do, really.

The agencies and inflated population have driven wages down to the point where one of the jobs I was doing twenty years ago now pays two pence less than it did then. A job I was recently doing paid £50 a day less than ten years ago for four more hours and a far more complex job.  You also get fewer days per week, so two people are doing the job one would have done previously, for less money.

I wonder, personally, how people are expected to live like this?  How can Tories expect the economy to work if most of the population are paid very small wages which then have to be supplemented in order to survive?

It is obvious that the European experiment was intended to reduce wages.  Deutsche Bank have been very good at funding schemes intended to encourage this, but really, what use is it in economic terms?  It just exacerbates the situation in which we all hand what money we have to the same twenty or so individuals who continuously get richer.

Conspiracy theorists like to posit that once the Turing test is passed, half of the population is going to be wiped out.  How does this work in terms of customer base to continue to feed these greedy companies?  Or must we assume that once the same few rich people have more money and power than could ever be useful or practical, that they no longer care?  How much is enough?  Do we recycle the corpses in order to grow trees for their improved planet?  Is that how it works, because the usual method of war or disease is not practical for fertiliser.

Today I sat whilst a presumably very lazy ned told me that all my experience was worthless and that unless I provided her with leads she would not be finding me a job.

This was half an hour of thinly veiled hatred whilst she told me how helpful she was being.  I patiently pointed out all the information she claimed was missing, and apologised to her for working three or four jobs whilst renovating a property and taking care of my parents.

It was very depressing, and I felt pretty awful as I walked home, right up until I emailed her and told her to take me off her database entirely, as she was unlikely to be any help to me.  This cheered me up somewhat.

So, fellow disposable people, bear in mind that you are likely to be paid less and less the more you let people like this have control over your life, and your children will find things much, much worse.

All for the sake of convenience and being too lazy to look at the alternatives.  Alternative sources of information, alternative sources of work, alternative sources of entertainment.  If you keep feeding the same people, they will keep spitting on you until there is nothing left.

All that I have got today for my trouble in terms of  recruitment agents’ fees from my doing short contracts for them is a whole lot of depressing cheek as this one wanted to know which agencies had which contracts.  When you know the game, you realise it is basically 100 days of Sodom, played out in underemployment.

Seriously, more money doing anything other than office work.  Office work, full of stultifyingly boring narrow minded little people who don’t like anybody.  Office work, where you are entirely likely to be replaced by a robot.  Office work, the least healthy option you could pick.

I think I will get on with the final exam for the job I actually do want.  Hopefully I never have to deal with any more nutters.  Maybe tomorrow I can get on with some real work.

Pays more than the last supposedly prestigious one, but that isn’t all that difficult.

 

 

 

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You are winding me up

You are one crazy boy.

You will find my meeting with Wolfe in October 2017, if that’s your bag.

I am going out to meet a real person, if there is one.  See if you can figure out where I’m going.

I might issue a clue.

I can’t be bothered unless you have something to say.

 

 

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OK you can search that

That’s all I’m planning to remove for you, so you can pay to have the remainder searched over and over again if you want.

I will not be controlled by somebody who is clearly not at all adequate and who evidently has too much money.

For the benefit of the long-suffering searchers.  This guy has already got me fired, on extremely spurious grounds.  He apparently believes that I am rich and I owe him something.

Anything that could possibly have bothered him has been removed, and I suggest he moves on with his life.

I cannot help you any further, as I have to clear up the existing mess.

 

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