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Office lunch.

Posted in Business, Misanthropy, Work with tags , , , , , , , on May 21, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST


Recently someone close to me had a problem with her co-workers, she works in the event industry. And an event was what reminded her that these are her colleagues and not her friends. I’d still consider myself a misanthrope even after becoming a more social animal.

Recent events have reminded me the same, that these are co-workers and not my friends. I enjoy working with them and like them but our relationship is strictly professional. I’ll go out for a meal with them but that’s as far as it will go.

We sit around a glass table to eat, relaxing on the office chairs and  sofa talking. Or we go out to eat, the boss has purchased my lunch quite a bit which is nice of her but again this likely stems from the fact that I’m making money. 

We’ve worked together previously but I doubt that counts for much. I knew the other for around five years if we exclude the times when our paths deviated. There’s one less at the glass table now and that opens opportunities.

It still feels like a shark tank at times. There is a level of pressure with deadlines, investigation and obviously paying the rent but it’s an interesting environment. I think I realised that it was what I wanted to do when I instantly stepped back into the shark tank and acclimatised to it. 

The other thing is that I can potentially have a second job should I want it. The sales manager position is still in my name. I’ve told my old boss we would discuss revisions if applicable when he returns from South America. A place I’d like to be. If the price is right I wouldn’t mind working there on weekends. I’ll see how it goes but I’m not sure I need it. 

As we sit around the table, eating and laughing, discussing whatever. I remember I am still at work. Also that I can’t afford to be neutral on a moving train. I quite enjoy working as part of a team, small team but I will never mistake my employer or my co-worker as a friend.

-Misanthropist.

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Wealth and opportunity as a get out of jail free card.

Posted in Legal, Misanthropy, People with tags , , , , , , on May 21, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST


As I get older I notice there’s a great disparity in British society, it’s always been quite evident. It doesn’t even annoy me it’s just something that is a part of life not just here but everywhere. Then there are some instances that are almost a smack in the face to you. 

I remember during the riots in London that young man who stole a bag of rice from a Tesco by walking in the door. He committed a crime though I hardly believe a bag of rice is something the courts should involve themselves in. I’m quite sure he served time where a fine would be appropriate. Now the judges daughter who stole a large amount from a sports store did no time whatsoever. The amount would warrant the courts involvement. Also the damage to the building.

Then I read about this student from a wealthy family who has a history of drug abuse, and a history of violence. She has aspirations of becoming a heart surgeon. So stabbing someone is okay. Apparently it would detrimental for her to go to prison. You know what I’d be called in that situation, a dangerous and violent drug addict.

To clear the record I have nothing against wealthy people. I’ve loved one and her intelligence and poise was refreshing. She also maintained a down to earth attitude despite being slightly odd. I’ve seen how you live and I’m sure either yourself of someone in your family earned it. What I am against however is when your wealth and the opportunity provided to you allows you to escape punishment.

The reality that these people live in is far removed from our own, there is a desparity in their treatment by the law which is supposed to be blind. I agree leniency is appropriate in some cases but not when you’ve stabbed someone in the leg. No amount of wealth should allow you to escape an offence such as this.

What message does that send? 

-Misanthropist

Velocity.

Posted in Legal, Misanthropy, People, Relationships, Work with tags , , , , , , , on May 21, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST


Well a lot has changed since I last wrote anything here, that is primarily the reason for my absence. Much has changed. I am back in work, within law and quite enjoying doing so. There’s also a good chance for progression and as of recently I’ve decided law is what I want to go into at any level. 

I’m not too worried about money now as I have enough to live comfortably for myself. Women, there are some amazing ones in my life and I feel that I cannot complain about much. I’m better off than I was the last time I wrote anything. I have a few plans for what I’m going to do next. What woman I want and much more. 

I still dislike Sundays even a nice one like this has been. I’ve sat in the sun. Had some beers, a smoke and did some research. Clothes, pressed and ready. Lunch already made. I’m finished so early in the evening. Just have to take a shower soon. Then in the morning back to work, the only work I’ve ever enjoyed.

I cannot wait to get paid. I need a suit. I already have it picked out of course. After payday I have no worries whatsoever financially speaking. Also my contract is up so a new phone. Only real bills I have to pay out are a phone bill and a little owed. I’ll likely require an accountant at one point.

The only thing about working in this field is it attracts some cut throat people. Like a co-worker whom I’ve known for since I studied. Attempted to steal from the boss by manipulating me into doing bringing the information out of the building unwittingly.  Didn’t work, there’s very little to report due to my preventing it from ever happening. She was leaving the same day. 

Won’t be an issue. It’s just that I once  saw her as a friend, the audacity of this woman. To believe she could pull that off she must think I’m stupid. She either would have gotten away with it or I would be thrown under the bus. I admit I was firstly tempted to go about retaliating by destroying her chances of a career and ruining her relationship with many people. I’d rather let her scuttle out of my sight. Misanthropy is alive and well.

I’m set for management all going well. I’m capable of training and learning more than my boss ever expected. I’ve also shown my boss new resources and methods to prevent fraud and get information. So she’s quite happy with me right now. 

The only unfortunate thing is that work is now a large part of my life. I have a plan and an idea of the woman I’d like in it but I’m very much forced to split my time. Some luxuries I’m afforded include doing my own work and out of hours work. I’m still very much focused on refining myself and honing what the skills that got me here. 

I have a plan A, B and C. So even if something were to go wrong I’d have options. I’ve received messages with job offers from other companies. People know my work, likely affiliated with partners. In a few months time I’ll likely be looking for my own place. I leapt basically.

This is where I landed.

-Misanthropist.

Fuckin teenagers…

Posted in England, Misanthropy, People with tags , , , , , , on December 29, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

About a month ago now went out to the shops for some beer. On my way out I can hear teenagers, probably drunk on cheap shit and being very loud. Not a problem, I was a little shit once. As I passed these kids it suddenly went quiet, hushed voices and their pace increased.

Only after this did I realise exactly why. We have a lady down here who lost her leg to a blood clot. They need 24hr drive access because of her lack of mobility, so they place cones to mark off the area. The cones are strewn around the road with the possibility of causing an accident. Our roads are so narrow corrective action would likely make it worse.

I don’t like the people that own the house but that’s not the point. Some things you just don’t do. Like fucking with disabled people. So I shout ‘Hey you little shits this is a fuckin disabled woman’s house. You think this is fucking funny?’  One of them began to backchat me after which I informed him that I would slap him with the cone. They started running after that.

There’s always one brave one. So brave he’s on a bicycle for a quick get away, he starts mouthing me which pissed me off even more so. I went on to inform him that ‘You think you’re brave kid, I will fuck you in front of your friends.’ He was a bit less brave after that and said he had nothing to do with it which was a lie.

‘You better get your ass home then hadn’t you?’ Now I was tempted to rob his bicycle so he sent dad or big brother here then I’d return it but not before explaining that his little crotch spawn was fucking around with disabled people. There were about ten of them and I’ve seen them around but they don’t look me in the eye.

I make the point of waving at them to remind them if they do it again I will follow up. I don’t make it my business to scare teenagers but that was unacceptable. I was a shit as a kid but I never did that or anything like it. This legitimately pissed me off.

I Fucking hate teenagers, I must be getting old.

-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.