I Quit 

Posted in Unemployment, Work with tags , , , , on July 18, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST


I quit last Friday. No notice. They decided that they would some how get away with paying me £70 for a week, £140 for the past two weeks. I worked for several law firms in my last few months and I am aware this is illegal. I spend my time building a dossier of sorts In case my bosses did try to fuck me over. I waited to get paid and then popped away.

I’m happier than I’ve been in months. This job was supposed to be a good thing. At first I enjoyed it but now I’m disillusioned. I’ve had enough, the pay issue was the cherry on top of the pre existing cake. I’m not having that. I decided to get out while I’m ahead. I feel sorry for my friends that are still in there but at the same time they’re adults and can make their own choices.

So I’m newly unemployed with a shit ton of new skills that are unorthodox at best. 60% of those skills are highly employable. I have money in the bank and I’ve gone back to that stress free life I had enjoyed so many months back. I’m currently between two major birthdays so bank is taking a dent. I actually have some savings even if they are just for a holiday.

I would say I came out of the latest shit storm pretty clean. Questions still linger however but I have contacts at work so they’ll be answered. It might take some time but I’ll know eventually, it’s just a matter of patience. I was calm and collected the whole time, careful not to show my hand.

Long story short I’m unemployed at that was the best possible result. I’ll also be writing again.

-Misanthropist.

Fired and rehired within 6 hours that’s Gotta be a record.

Posted in Uncategorized on June 22, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST


I’m not even sure what happened.

C-liquid. 

Posted in General Dumbassery, Smoking, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Myself and my entire team were high as fuck today from 10am right through to 6pm. I recently gave an ex colleague and producer of e-liquids some chemistry advice and he came to my co-worker and mutual friend with a proof of concept cannabis e-liquid. It worked a charm, a high like hashish and almost no odour.
My manager was smoking it in front of the CEO of the company and she didn’t say a thing, no odour. We mixed flavourings to cover up any odour and I’d say that it worked. Conversations were had about Leonardo da Vinci’s works so it’s kinda obvious people were high. 2deep4u.

Actually I’m still smoking it as I write. The flavour and buzz are all there but the odour is strangely absent. All they can smell is strawberry and vanilla. I’m actually vaping it with 6mg nicotine to give it a kick. I’ve already worked on the chemistry to increase potency and decrease contamination so the next batch should be powerful.

We even did a blind test, accidentally in a way as just when we were about to inform the subject he could end up high my manager chimes in with ‘no you won’t get high off it’ needless to say he ate a huge meal at lunch and went home early, probably to rethink his life.

My other co-worker was smoking it like Bob Marley despite the fact she doesn’t smoke cannabis at all. It was quite funny to watch her play with a water bottle for half an hour. Another co worker was staring at his computer for a good 30 mins. I was searching for a word for my manager and when I found it what felt like 20mins was actually two.

It was a slow but interesting day at my work today. I thought you might enjoy the story. I should write again soon, I’ll get back to you with more as soon as possible.

-Misanthropist.

I wouldn’t call it a post…

Posted in Alcohol, Business, England, Foods, Legal, Misanthropy, People, Unpopular Opinions., Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 31, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Hey all, I was recently informed that I haven’t written in some time. To be honest I let it slip, it  wouldn’t be the only thing but somehow I’ve managed to keep a hold on the most important things. My job is stressful, you might say welcome to the real world but this job goes above and beyond.

I guess that’s what has me paid so well but all this effort is nothing if my client isn’t serious. I’ve become more cynical in order to weed out the bullshitters, to be honest I fucking hate my job. I might aswell get an education and move to the top rungs of the food chain. Either that or I just become a police investigator.

I haven’t been doing so well because of people wasting my fucking time and my work place filling with idiots who dilute the quality work of my team. When I’m briefing lawyers I do it professionally. I understand the code of conduct and standards set and wouldn’t be briefing them if I wasn’t sure. The fucking newbies have fucked it up for everyone.

I guess I can’t blame it on them entirely. Management and training, to be honest I’m not sure how you would train someone for this? I wouldn’t fucking recommend it either unless you were thinking to become a private investigator, educate themselves in civil law. I feel like a low budget Sherlock Holmes saying that.

I was specialising in medical negligence and negligence in the work place, in my eyes these are clean. Very difficult to fake, I take no pleasure in suing a hospital believe me. When two idiot RN’s lift a client with a spinal injury and paralyse them for life I feel like I have done my client a service. I try not to take on anything else because I like to help people that have genuinely been injured.

I fucking hate the term whiplash, a name for diagnoses of a number of symptoms specific to a car accident. How easy do you think it is to trick a doctor, as long as you’ve had the crash and point to your boo-boo I wouldn’t blame the doctor for thinking it, after all it’s consistent with crash injuries. My point being that public falls and road accidents are easily faked.

I don’t personally feel comfortable with that. I’m trying to help people, not help them commit fraud. I use investigative questioning the moment a clients story doesn’t add up, there are certain indicators that someone is lying to me. For that reason I only like dealing with certain cases. Then the newbies go fuck it up for everyone. Fuck me. I guess I don’t hate my job but a sequence of unfavourable events has made our lives harder collectively.

Basically I hate my job, if not for the money I would be gone. I’ve been thinking of doing it freelance. I could deliver better quality service on both ends and a few people a month could support me, I’m not interested in money beyond my own survival and I always put my clients interests before my own both legally and financially speaking.

My ex boss and mentor once said that I ask more questions than anyone else who has been there. I feel a need to understand the ins and outs of the service I’m providing. I miss that motherfucker but I can understand why he left, even I want to leave. I’m doing well but it isn’t stable. I have plans for the future beyond this place. As I said before I would burn to leave this place, luckily I have principals?

Consider this an update, I hate my fucking job. Money doesn’t make you happy but fuck me is it easier. My world is far from stable however I do enjoy the luxuries I never had, it’s not on credit, imagine my bank balance between lovely meals, alcohol and high grade cannabis. I’m working to get all that under control but shit my work day doesn’t help. All in all I’m doing well.

I took time off this month and it felt almost alien, I didn’t write or do anything but sleep and get fucked up, I don’t get to do that much or much of anything when I’ve finished work I want shower, spliff and bed. Tonight I didn’t even get to shower. You get the idea. It’s not glamorous but I like the raincoat and suit, liaising with clients, outwitting the institutions that seek to fuck them and giving the wolves a scent.

The fucking people I work with are a joke, I genuinely like at least 5 but other than that I’d rather not. Fuck management too, they’re shit I lost faith in the ability of the boss after she provided the most retarded solution. I can’t even get into that but it’s embarrassing. I have some admiration for our matriarch, she’s been at this longer than I’ve been alive. In many ways I’m glad she’s not my boss because I can learn from her I don’t have to go against her like I do my manager. Her advice is priceless as far as I’m concerned, we have a level of respect for eachother in areas we are knowledgable and that’s not something I can say for my manager.

I hope this was enough for anyone who was waiting for an update I can’t say I’ve had requests but I’ve been asked why I haven’t posted. Honestly I had to remind myself but I could do with a constant seeing as everything else slipped between the job.

This is for you, you know who you are because you were the one who reminded me to post. You’re doing great man, it’s not easy I know because I’ve been through it. It’s not comforting but their face fades and you forget the sound of their voice before that. Eventually it all fades, it’s a cut off point and I think you’re doing much better than I did in your position. I always have time for you just get ahold of me. Rarely are break ups so clean cut. Your conscience is clear, you’re good man and I understand what you’re searching for.

So uh, hey you guys… I need to sleep now. I didn’t check any of this before it was posted. I’ll do that later.

-Misanthropist.

Socialising with co-workers.

Posted in Misanthropy, People, Work with tags , , , , , on April 23, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST


Did you really think I would do it more than I had to? Any socialising I do isn’t without an agenda. I work in a snake pit. While it’s good to keep your eyes on the other vipers in the pit it’s not something I particularly enjoy doing. In fact I’ve just stopped now.

The motto: Trust Nobody.

I can’t be asked between the gossip, the shitty people, the dishonesty and all. When my lunch break comes I take my stuff and disappear, despite constant invites and prompting I cannot be asked with anyone. Sitting at the banquet, all good friends till the end but you know they all hate each other and all talk behind each other’s backs.

 I stay in the middle because then I’m in a position of power but my rule is no fraternising. They’re co workers and not friends, they all have their own agenda. Same shit, different scenery, more money. I’m just there to earn and for experience.

Why do I want to spend time with the very people I’ve sought to avoid? I’m not even trying to be superior or moral but these people are the lowest. I’m not even going to go into it but they’re definitely not my cup of tea. I might genuinely like two of them but other than that I don’t care for any others.

Misanthropy reinstalled.

-Misanthropist.

Misanthropy at home.

Posted in Misanthropy, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on March 12, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

It’s been easy to be misanthropic lately. I hated people when I started but I think I’ve gotten better, I hate behaviours more than the people behind them nowadays. I did the whole anti/asocial thing for a while and while my life was relatively fuckery free I wasn’t better off for it.

I come into contact with a range of people now and they have their good and bad points. I could say that by the end of the past week I was tired of people. I’ve spent this weekend in hermit mode. Unfortunately I don’t have the resources necessary to get away from family but that’s another fuckery entirely.

I’m already worried about my family taking some sort of issue with the fact that I’ll have a level of autonomy I’ve never had before. As it stands the whole financial hierarchy has changed, with my money comes more power in the decision making process. We try to be a democracy. Well fuck it I can always move out if they start acting stupid.

They’re starting to grate on me, if I talk about money it’s always about not keeping it to myself which is something I understand, as if I’m going to let anyone go without. They don’t seem to really understand that my spending is always going to be controlled by myself. That’s how I don’t end up broke. 

Secret bank account time methinks… Despite their unfounded fears that I’m going to turn into some tightfisted asshole the other fuckeries are normal. I’m not even sure why they’re worried but I just think they don’t understand money. I don’t mind supporting them because my sister couldn’t handle the job. It’s not really an issue… Why make one out of it?

It’s the people closest to me that are currently pissing me off the most. I try to look at it as everyone being stressed. We’ve waited for pay for quite some time now. As soon as the money is in everyone can calm the fuck down. In the same breath it’s obvious that I’m going to have to operate outside of the unit. 

I didn’t start earning to not enjoy my money… 

-Misanthropist.

Pre-shopping

Posted in General Dumbassery with tags , , , on March 7, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

As it stands this month will be a good one. After my wages and outgoings I’ll be left with more money than I’ve ever had before. I figure it’s a good time to go shopping. I need clothes. £200-250 worth to be exact. I’ve already found a new coat I love. Cashmere wool and cotton exterior with a satin lined interior for a great price. 

What’s the point in busting my ass at work if I can’t afford nice things? I need a nice pair of shoes. I’m unsure of the pair I want but I know that the shining techniques I learned from the army will make them look amazing whatever it is I buy. Other than that it’s just trousers and basics like underwear.

I’ve worked out that I’ll still have quite a bit of money left. Actually I forgot to include travel costs but even then I should take my friend for dinner. I’m thinking sushi? Sounds a lot better than eating more subway.  

-Misanthropist.

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