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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.

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.

My thoughts, these walls, this night.

Posted in Business, General, Useless information., Work with tags , , , , , , on January 13, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

I’m not usually awake at this hour anymore, let alone writing and that’s because I sleep like a real person. I’m finally used to being alone and since I began succeeding in my endeavours I’ve slept the sleep of the dead. 

I’m a manager and business co-owner, ain’t life just awful strange? How loss translates into motivation, how I ended up here. Sometimes I think about where I will go from here. I appear to have success in a business environment. 

I’m looking at two pay days in the next month. One final payment  from unemployment and two separate payments related to the job. I should use this extra money wisely. 

In terms of meeting new people it’s been mostly internet based for the moment. I’m selling myself pretty well but how many times must I sell myself before all my pieces are gone. It gets tiring putting the effort into what is likely to amount to nothing. 

Then again I got three relationships and travelled the world as a result of meeting people on the internet so I know it can pay off. It’s a total crapshoot however and you’re likely to go through a lot of people before you find one you connect with and even then nothing is promised.

On an unrelated note it snowed today, it hasn’t snowed here in longer than I can remember. As the snow fell around me I thought of her for a moment. Then I was as cold as the snow falling from the sky. All I can do is learn from my mistakes and never repeat them. 

Today saw me get soaking wet three times then snowed on, my friend waited outside the store for 20 minutes while I was shopping. I have no idea what possessed him to do that but I stopped asking questions a long time ago. It’s a shame it had been raining all day otherwise the snow may have settled.

I’m definitely in a strange place right now in terms of the way I feel about everything. At one point I’m pleased with myself and what progress I have made. Then again of all the things I did fix I couldn’t fix that which truly mattered to me. 

Someone can be your whole world one day and a stranger the next, if life has taught me anything it’s that the futures we plan with the ones we love are not reliable. I’ve planned 3 now so I feel as if I’m speaking from experience. 

All I can do is take action to better myself and my economic situation. This is my first step onto the ladder and there is no way I’m going to let anything mess this up. Especially not being upset about her, I really don’t have time for that. This will be a time of work, focus and learning.

I’ll be applying this to my own businesses one day. Let’s give her something to regret. Nothing will take precedence over looking after myself and becoming successful. Unfortunately my bank balance is more reliable than love. 

I remember thinking you can have money or happiness. I went for love and happiness, it didn’t work out multiple times so now I’m going for money. I don’t need the kind of love where you give up on the other person because things got hard. I don’t need the love of a coward.

When she’s gone I’m left with myself. I began to ask myself logically what she brought to the table and when I examine it, it isn’t much. If I were to pursue another relationship I’d want it to be with an equal. Not a glass rose. 

That is one thing I do miss about the Brazilian. We both shared that fire, both have strong personalities. Had it not gone south we would have been a great couple to this day because we were well suited. Two lions. I have days where I miss that woman.

I have to stop looking back and focus on what is in front. I need to create the rituals for massive fucking success. When I get there I’ll be proud, then I can focus on finding a plus one.

-Misanthropist. 

1 new message.

Posted in Business, women, Work with tags , , , , , , , on January 5, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST


I’m lying there in bed contemplating the last 48 hours and what went down in Liverpool Street when I hear the vibration of a message on my phone. When I first broke up with my ex part of me wanted it to be her saying she’s back…

I’ve thrown myself into the fire and now I’m not sure which woman is messaging me. I know how that sounds but I have a degree of emotional intelligence and respect for women. I’m not going to screw them around. We are friends and there are some sparks but right now is not the time. I do have my favourites however.

It feels strange to have so many women actively interested. 7 so far I think. My ex, when we spoke became interested when I mentioned one of these women is from Norway. Scandinavian rivalry maybe? All I can say is: how’d you like me now. 

I have a bet on with a friend regarding my ex, it’s for about £50. I’m pretty sure I’ll win this. When she next contacts me it’ll be about how she’s met some guy and they’re in love. If that’s the case then I guess our relationship wasn’t so strong in the first place.

If you’re wondering why it seems like I have so little faith, it’s because I’ve seen it happen before. They meet the new guy, get the feelies, it goes wrong and I get a message about them missing me and wanting to come back. Once the door is closed, it is locked and with good reason.

Back to the point: the message read that as well as a part owner of the business I’m also the manager now. Just awaiting a draft of the contract. The other night it hit me that I’ve never been so sad to be successful. I played my ace and won.

You win some and you lose some. I’m surprised sometimes that I have the tenacity to continue. I’ve met people that have truly given up and in part it breaks my heart that someone just gave up. I’ve been told that they’re surprised all this hasn’t had a greater negative impact.

There’s the scars you see and the scars you don’t see. I have enough of both. They’ve made me who I am today and allowed me to succeed where others have failed. I’m made of tougher materials, I am the sum of my experiences.

I’m sitting here now thinking of the newbie I’m going to manage. I don’t know him or her. I want a good relationship with this newbie. They’ll be the Watson to my Sherlock. I guess only time will tell. 

What I do know is that if this kicks off as planned I will not have to worry about money. Just how and where to spend it. 

Look at me. I am your manager now.

-Misanthropist.

Here I go again.

Posted in Business, England, Job hunting, London, Love, Unemployment, women, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

About a week back now I applied for a job but instead of sending your average CV and covering letter I pitched. I started my old job in a sales position and went up from there. Everyone has to start somewhere right?

This summer: he was a salesman but the only thing he couldn’t sell… was himself. 

It’s a shit movie that either stars Rob Schneider or Will Farrell. Anyway, back to the point. So instead of the application I pitched him with ways I could improve and promote his business. I was pretty stoned and drunk if I’m honest and it was a shot in the dark. I never expected a reply.
I didn’t check my email for a number of days afterwards. I woke up one morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I didn’t answer it right away and received a text shortly afterwards. I answered this message maybe three hours later and received another call. 

I answered this one. We had a short conversation during which I treated him as an equal rather than a potential employer. I asked him questions about his business. Extensive questions really, I wondered if I had been too forward but he was eager to talk to me.

Three days after the application he received my CV and I had a phone call within minutes. It went from a job application to a business meeting in a very short time. We arranged a time and a place. Liverpool Street, London. 

I attended the meeting and we sat down for drinks that he paid for. We discussed his business plan and marketing strategy. He was throughly impressed by my contribution and I now have a job with salary, bonuses and part ownership of the business. A small percentage but it’s a start. 

It’s funny really. I found myself again, like Ouroboros, exactly where I started. Outside dirty dicks in Liverpool Street. Where I had been staying with the Brazilian girl two years ago. I went in for a beer to celerate my success. It felt strange. I half expected her to come out of nowhere.

We walked down these roads together. I saw the ghost of her, the streets we walked and where we shared our first kiss. It was a strange feeling. If  we ever ran into one another again I’m sure it would end in one of two ways: fuck or fight. Still a part of me wanted to see her there.

So here I am, awaiting the paper work. The contract will be signed within a week. The business is vaping by the way. I’m getting part ownership with zero financial risk. I can’t complain about that. I still consider the man my boss as it’s his money and without him I’d still be up shit creek without a paddle.

God today has been weird. I have slept three hours in the last 48 and not eaten a single bite of food in the last 52 hours. Maybe that’s why I miss her suddenly. Maybe it was nostalgia. I don’t really know. Wherever gatinha is I hope she’s happy now. Jesus fuck I’m getting sentimental. 

I’ve never been so sad to be successful. 

-Misanthropist. 

Hard ball. 

Posted in Job hunting, Work with tags , , , , , , on November 13, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

I received a phone call last week from an ex colleague. She was telling me about an opportunity in the way that an MLM might pitch to you. Felt sorry seeing me at a jobcentre and such. Obviously I’m skeptical when someone offers me an ‘amazing opportunity.’

It became clear that it wasn’t her opportunity to offer. Another ex colleague had set up his own company, the same industry and she was offering me this opportunity and not the man himself. That’s enough to make you wonder. I got all the basic information out of her.

I proceed to play hard ball with her after she informs me it’s commission only. I’m not about that life. I told her I would accept 1000pm basic with 80% of the commission states but I was willing to go down to 70%. 

Be advised I’m not a complete asshole. I mentioned that if he salaried me I would help in whatever way I could. Admin etc. Also over time whenever required, paid of course. Saying all this it isn’t her call. It’s his. I could contact him myself and he could have contacted me so I’m confident he didn’t make this offer.

I know that she got caught attending a meeting with the other colleague who is fronting the money for the venture that she is attempting to involve me in. She’s currently experiencing disciplinary action as a result. My old company went pretty totalitarian from what she tells me, if indeed she told the truth. 

I take what she says with a grain of salt even if what she said was 70% true, I can’t respect someone like that enough to take them at their word. You’re basically pitching to me… I’m playing hardball. I called you out and you leave me telling me to text you if I’m interested because the decision was never your own.

Sweetening your new employer. I’m not your bargaining chip asshole. If you want me on board you pay me. I don’t do business with people like that. You present yourself as honest, to an idiot you seem honest but I’m not an idiot. He needs to contact me directly if he wants me on board. 

She’s been so loyal to the company, like a dog almost. It served her well at first, she was a manager for a few months. My ex manager also attended the same meeting and wasn’t prepared to bite the hand that fed him and reported back to his employer. He will always have a job with them as he is very involved. 

She’s been thrown out on her ass, suspended. Unfortunately she wasn’t as clever as she believed. Which is funny to me as she’s always underestimated me, honestly it’s adorable.

Knowing is half the battle. 
-Misanthropist.

Surprise, surprise.

Posted in Job hunting, Unemployment, Work with tags , , on September 4, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Now there are two types of people: some who set a single alarm and wake up and others who set five and only wake up on the fifth. I’m one of the latter people. On this particular morning the fifth alarm sounded and I was fully conscious, preparing for a coffee and first cigarette of the day. The ritual must be completed.
As soon as I get vertical I received a text message from my manager saying that coming in is pointless as I’d have no work to do, the campaign I’m heading up is not running. In my pre-caffeinated haze I took this as being given a day off but as I woke up the language in the message began to concern me.

The use of ‘if the campaign restarts’ and not ‘when.’ If I’ve learned anything in my life it’s not to wait in these situations. So I may as well start firing off my curriculum vitae or I’ll end up something like this:


My CV has a lot of new additions including managerial responsibilities, recruitment and QC among other things. Should make finding work easier and I should be able to demand a higher wage for my work. Honestly at this point I don’t see how I could work for less. 

Misanthropist.