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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.

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.

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.