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Gravity’s kiss

Posted in General with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 17, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

Well a lot has happened since I last updated and what goes up must, inevitably, come down. So here I am. I was quite happy where I was until things went tits up, I think I’ll begin with the job as it seems like a great way to start. Let’s just say I’m not working there anymore on principal. You don’t pay me I don’t work, I think I was fair and patient with my employer. I just have one question: How stupid are you if you attempt to screw over the guy that earns your business money, trains the newbies, deals with admin and IT?

The answer to that is: A couple grand short. It was a simple thing really, I work and you pay me. I was lead to believe employment had worked like that for a while now. To be honest the employers loss of money and reputation wasn’t worth the silly amount of money she refused to pay me (half of my wages) now she has lost more than triple that amount in clients and I’ve called my old co-workers in the same industry and informed them of the situation so nobody with any useful experience will work for her.

Other than that I’ve locked my computer and all files are encrypted so it’ll take her a while to recover that information. I also uncovered some illegal activity that would likely have my ex employer sent down for fraud. Beyond that I could call her place of worship and inform them of a few big no-no’s which would likely lead to her religion’s version of being excommunicated. I haven’t done these last two because despite my anger at her I am not a sociopath. Crippling her business is enough. 

Other than that I took two parting gifts. The list of our business partners and the administrative passwords for all business accounts except the banking information. I don’t want to touch that with a barge pole. That’s the thing when you let people assume you are benign, they feel safe. They don’t realise you’re watching, listening and putting the pieces together. Doesn’t help when your OPSEC is like wet cardboard. All going well I will go into business with those partners I previously spoke of because in this particular industry I have a reputation.

If I’m feeling particularly malicious I may inform those partners that my boss has been very dishonest and effectively destroy their business relationship. Until then I’m looking to make some fast money, nothing illegal but just enough to get by. This particular even and a few more are the reasons I haven’t posted here in many months, then again by now any regular reader is probably used to this behaviour, something I have apologised for on many occasions now.

Back to my employer for a moment, if she thought I was stupid and that I trusted her for a second then she underestimated me greatly. Her mistake. This is business and you don’t get anything for free, if you try to screw a partner then you deal with the consequences of such actions. If anything losing thousands is getting off lightly.

Some of you may be wondering if doing something like I have done will get me blacklisted in some way, it won’t. The simple reason for this is she has committed a crime. If she blacklists me in any way I will blacklist her life and I’ve made it abdundantly clear to my her.

I’d continue from here but I think each of these events warrants a separate post…

-Misanthropist 

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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.

When your employer attempts to mug you off.

Posted in Business, England, Legal, Misanthropy, People, Politics, rights, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

I said I would stop talking about work and I promise all of you I will do so but tonight I need a good moan. I appreciate that the title was very British. Sometimes in life things are too good to be true like for example my job. I was quite happy there until today. Until my employers believed I was stupid.

My work place is a changing environment. People come and go, regulations/policy change has happened twice during my time there. However they try to paint it, I’m not stupid, I’ve looked them up. I learned a long time ago that you have to do your research. Never go in completely blind.

Ex-employees have restarted the company and despite the turn over its going quite well. I understand employees have to make small sacrifices in order to ensure the welfare of the company especially at an early stage. I understand from the point of view of the employer.

I don’t appreciate being lied to about the small things but being a misanthrope these lies dominate most of the conversations I’ve had and will ever have. Even if you can see them and they irritate you it would do you no justice to point them out. Let them feel comfortable in their lie. Sometimes you have to.

There is a certain part that bothers me, one in which I find myself disinclined to acquiesce to my employers request. It’s the part where they’re taking an almost illegal punitive measures. They expect me to work outside of my contractual hours without compensation for my time or efforts.

This being illegal. If my contract states this and it doesn’t fall in line with the law of the land then it becomes null and void or at least the clause stating that I should do so. Basically I’m not legally required. Willing or even able to work that hour. Especially not without pay.

I complained about HMRC previously but in this case it was their website where I gained a greater understanding of my rights. I had an idea this wasn’t legal but now I’m backed by law. Dismissing me for refusing to work that extra time is good for an unfair dissmissal tribunal.

This should be a barrel of fun. My colleague is a member of a union who I will consult through him and provide evidence where necessary. I’m about to butt horns with a stagg. It’s a good thing the lion still has claws. I’m prepared to get my way, negotiate if necessary or for zero hour. I have to be thankful, I’ll admit to that, to the state in this case. It will be the first time it has ever worked in my favour. 

I know 80-90% of the company is not on board but just how many are willing to stand up and shout ‘I am Spartacus.’ I bet 70% would across the company. Some are willing to walk out but I’d like if I could solve this without any of my co workers leaving. I like them. It’s just sad that I have a greater picture than people who have been there so long. Maybe a better nose for people’s bullshit.

Like I said I’m willing to be political about this. I’m willing to strike a deal to my advantage or to equal advantage but I’ll obviously push for my best interests and prospects. After all they’re in the wrong. I want to keep the job but I’m not worried about losing it too much. 

I actually enjoyed my job before all this fuckery. Obviously I haven’t revealed the extent of my aresenal in this post. Showing one’s hand is foolish. I’ve only put it out there that I know my rights and this is the general sentiment. If our company is democratic as it should be then we will win. 

I was a part of a walkout today. All of us collectively said ‘fuck that.’ We went home after our day had ended as per our contract. Nobody was staying and my boss didn’t even want to stay. There was some poor attempt at asserting his authority ‘ it starts tomorrow.’ Now, I know the man wants to make a living but I also know he answers to people and the equipment isn’t his.

I’m willing to work with the man if he is willing to be reasonable. Tell my man shut up and let me handle my shit. I’m moving weight at this company. Day 2 of the month and I’m 25% of my target. I like working here and my check hasn’t entered my fucking bank yet but shit when it does. I’m not going to complain. 

That’s the other fuckery… From 7 plus, sometimes during lunch I deal with personal affairs and admin/finance for my home. This 8 o’clock shit isn’t gonna fly unless I get paid. Even if I did capitulate which I won’t, how the fuck am I took cook diner?

Long and ranty like most of my posts….

World wide warranty, satisfaction guarantee so if you aren’t happy just bring it right back to me.

-Misanthropist.

Misanthropy

Posted in England, Legal, Medical, Misanthropy with tags , , , , , on February 14, 2016 by MISANTHROPIST

Good news for the blog, my job also happens to fuel the Misanthropist in me. I see people getting fucked over by employers, insurance companies and a lot more. It really helps you in your disgust or distaste for humanity. Provides plenty of fuel for the fire as such. The one I’m definitely can’t detail is something involving the NHS…

You can imagine I’m sure, that said I support junior doctors and nurses in their struggle against the government.

-Misanthropist.

 

From the ashes.

Posted in General with tags , , , , , , , , on May 3, 2015 by MISANTHROPIST

KvMfRFqPrepared for re-entry, then came crashing down to earth. That encapsulates my last few months. All good things most come to an end they say, que sera sera is what I said. Whatever will be, will be. Here I am now, back in a space I have seriously neglected over the past months. I feel I owe an explanation for my absence. This blog has been with me for a long time, through the good and bad but mostly shit times. This is one of those shit times. I’ve been carrying so much that writing has been seemingly impossible. So I’m taking the easy route, getting a few things of my chest and informing whatever audience I have left of what’s been happening with me. The take off and breakdown of everything. Unlike Atlas I can let it go. Here’s where we are now in this story,

The break down of a relationship is one thing but when you’re using alcohol as a means of feeling better you usually only end up feeling worse, having learned this the hard way last time I’ve cut down on my drinking. I’m trying to smoke less too because what’s the point. Nothing remedies a rough break up like self-improvement. And trust me there is so much to improve on here. The last year or so has been amazing, challenging and at some points it was god awful. Again I’ve gone in with everything and come out with nothing to show for it. I find my situation is confirming all of my previous assertions and has me wondering, like always, ‘why do I bother?’

Things are a mess of complications, emotions and general fuckery. I’m almost at the end of the tunnel however. I’m trying to eat better and look after myself, while regaining my ability to drop someone like a lead weight. Dependency on anyone, emotional or otherwise is never a good thing. Dependency on anything isn’t a smart way to live. It always ends badly. I’m going to need to write more, between my work and the cluster fuck that is my personal life. I need to lift myself up, throw this shit off my back and soldier on. Scars and all. Can’t stop now. I need focus. Between this blog and cleaning up my own messes I really need to give my thought to my music, do all of it for myself. Roll my sleeves and make a better man of me because I’m tired of these same scenes.

Like watching a movie you’ve seen a thousand times, a pointless exercise. Nihil Novi Sub Sol. I guess. And if I haven’t learned anything from it then I deserve to suffer for that. And, oh, how I’ve suffered. My tolerance for people is at an all time low. Someone I call a friend tries lying to me, thank fuck people aren’t too stupid to spot an habitual bullshitter. I can ignore your bullshit but when you turn it onto me expect my backlash to be spectacular. I’ve got these damn kids asking me to buy cigarettes in front of a shop keeper and then bitching when I don’t buy them, shop keepers lying because they’re too stupid to work a scanner. On top of that I witnessed a theft today on my way to the store. Scumbags stealing bikes off kids and to make matters worse all the idiot teenagers are huffing nitrous now. So I’m not just surrounded by idiots but now they’re stoned. Great.

I hate this place. I feel trapped because every fucking time I try to get out I’m dragged back down almost as if it had the gravitational pull of a black hole. Hopefully one day I can exit this atmosphere all together and we’ll call me the space cowboy. I have no idea why I broke my own rules not to wager on people anymore but I did and here I am suffering for it, hating almost everyone around me and definitely everything. On street level people are shit, you only have to look at the news to see the same thing on a larger scale. I’m disgusted on an industrial scale almost. I’m trying to be patient with people but to be honest I feel I’d be better off with less of them. I’d go into writing more about how shit everything is but it’s boring, low hanging fruit. I need to shower and cook that chilli. Everyone else in my house is watching the hobbit film, which one I don’t care. Honestly, I can’t even movie anymore.

wasteland
When it all falls down, here I stand. In the desolation, until I move to greener pastures.
-Misanthropist.