Saturday Night™
No rest for the wicked, they say, so I was wandering around down in the legal district. It's a good place for people-watching late at night on the weekends, as everyone from the crazies to your garden-variety drunken college student is out on the street, moving from bar to bar or vomiting or preaching the word. Or, in some cases, a combination thereof. My last trip down here led to the brutal beating of 2 male college students who were busy tormenting - and perhaps planning worse things - for a young female college student, over in the roofed-off sidewalk area in the construction zone. I wasn't being a hero, I just wanted something to beat on that wouldn't cause moral qualms. And those kids were Bad News. I could feel it, right through the toes and heels of my engineer boots.
I have a stressful job, especially right now, and I believe exceptions to the moral compact should be made accordingly.
I have noticed that I have gone through a distinct shift in values over the last couple of years. Some of this may be mere age, some may be association with the Science Gestapo. I am unsure. In any case, I was feeling like rolling in some filth...Though it's hard to do Tom Waits properly if you don't smoke anymore, and if there is a practical limit to the number of bourbon neats you can pour down your throat. But being a dirtbag isn't just about cigs and alcohol, you know. There's also drugs and poor behavior.
"Hey, Dok!"
I turned around, and saw a leggy young brunette lady smiling at me. Slightly pocked face. Very familiar...Just when it was becoming awkward, I remembered her. A young student I knew from around the way. One of those kids that are born at age 40 in terms of maturity, and permanently 22 in terms of having a good time, and who will spend their life from 18 to 60 looking like they're 30.
"Hey, Katie, how's things? You graduate yet?"
"Years ago, old man. Almost done with my doctorate, as a matter of fact."
I offered to buy her a drink so we could catch up, and she agreed. We walked down to the Hotel Congress, past all the brand new actual clubs that I am too old for, and Katie wouldn't be seen dead in. I rounded up a bourbon for myself, and a whiskey sour for Katie, and we went out back. The weather had been threatening, so there wasn't the usual horrible hipster act/band, but hadn't actually started raining. Perfect.
We sat down, and she started telling me about her graduate work, something concerning botany that I couldn't have understood stone cold sober. I nodded and made agreeable noises when she seemed to want feedback. It never fails to dismay me how far behind I've fallen in the sciences, really, though I'd always been hopeless in messy sciences involving life.
A woman screamed, very near by. Everyone in the area froze up, looking around like dormice that have just heard a coyote. The scream broke into smaller screams, and continued.
I looked toward the sound of the scream, and two tables away I saw a young lady screaming and pointing. At me.
"OHGODHESTHEGUYHESTHEGUY..." The young lady dashed out of the Hotel Congress enclosure via the wrought iron gate opposite from the main drag. Her companion, a skinny guy with a ridiculous attempt at a beard, glared at me, looked after his fleeing date, glared a bit more, and then chased after her.
I knew that young lady. She was in fact the young lady that had been bothered by the two male students a few weeks ago.
Katie was staring at me, so I told her the backstory, and expressed puzzlement as to why I terrified her.
"Men are dumb," she said, "You say she hid behind you, rather than running away?"
"Yeah, which was kinda silly on her part. If I'd lost, she'd have still been in arm's reach of them."
"Yeah, but she stayed. So her memory of the trauma probably wound up focusing on you. She had felt that she might be raped. Violence did in fact occur, and you did it. Quite thoroughly, according to your description of events. So you became the monster."
"That hardly seems fair."
"What's fair got to do with it? In the front of her brain, she knows that you came between her and those goons. In the back of her brain, you were the promised violence. There's no logic to it, and for what it's worth, she probably doesn't hate you. You're just the trigger now, the reminder to access those memories of being terrorized not once but twice."
"Story of my life, Katie. I bring this on myself."
"Naw. You're just a trouble magnet. You're the kind of guy the world happens to."
"You ain't ever lying. You should see what's happening at my job, these days."
She ordered two more drinks, and looked across the table at me.
To be continued.
Good thing you're married.
This chimes in my brain.
For both the action and the insight.
Shit, yeah, totally possible her head would twist it around.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 18, 2015, 07:51:25 PM
Good thing you're married.
???
Katie doesn't do guys. She makes KD Lang look like Tallulah Bankhead.
You know what? Fuck it.
Excellent start, sorry to hear the rest won't follow.
Quote from: Reginald Ret on May 18, 2015, 10:16:49 PM
Excellent start, sorry to hear the rest won't follow.
Well, apparently the go-to response to a story I write these days is either a moral judgment on me (which is fair enough), or some fucking weird comments involving my marriage, which are then left unexplained. I'm so fucking pissed off I couldn't continue if I tried.
I don't think there was any bad intent.
He just read romance where there wasn't any.
Give him more of a chance to get back to you, it has been only a few hours since he could have noticed he hurt you.
Quote from: Reginald Ret on May 18, 2015, 10:26:51 PM
I don't think there was any bad intent.
He just read romance where there wasn't any.
Give him more of a chance to get back to you, it has been only a few hours since he could have noticed he hurt you.
Seconded
Quote from: Reginald Ret on May 18, 2015, 10:26:51 PM
I don't think there was any bad intent.
He just read romance where there wasn't any.
Give him more of a chance to get back to you, it has been only a few hours since he could have noticed he hurt you.
Point.
Although I've never experienced it myself I can imagine someone having that kind of reaction, for those reasons. Association conditioning can be a hell of a bitch.
I am looking forward to the rest of the story, whenever you feel like getting to it.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 19, 2015, 12:12:11 AM
Although I've never experienced it myself I can imagine someone having that kind of reaction, for those reasons. Association conditioning can be a hell of a bitch.
It makes sense a couple of days later. I was honestly shocked at the time.
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I am looking forward to the rest of the story, whenever you feel like getting to it.
Yeah, Regret got me to reconsider walking off. I really need to stop reacting so strongly to people being judgy, especially about something so unlikely as me being unfaithful to my wife or even acting inappropriately with respect to my marriage.
I was simply blindsided by the idea that everything has to be about sex or romance, especially with someone 20 years younger than myself.
And this is the work saga, so I really want to tell it.
Definitely gone funny in young college lady's head. I think there's also a strain of getting spooked by encountering actual grit there. It's one thing to see the idea of it on a screen, very different animal to meet in person.
Quote from: Richter on May 19, 2015, 02:54:23 AM
Definitely gone funny in young college lady's head. I think there's also a strain of getting spooked by encountering actual grit there. It's one thing to see the idea of it on a screen, very different animal to meet in person.
Yeah, its been made clear to me that most young people these days have never seen a proper horrible beating.
I can see how it might leave an impression. And I wasn't doing it to hero, I was doing it for reasons of my own.
Still. :lol:
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 03:02:47 AM
Quote from: Richter on May 19, 2015, 02:54:23 AM
Definitely gone funny in young college lady's head. I think there's also a strain of getting spooked by encountering actual grit there. It's one thing to see the idea of it on a screen, very different animal to meet in person.
Yeah, its been made clear to me that most young people these days have never seen a proper horrible beating.
I can see how it might leave an impression. And I wasn't doing it to hero, I was doing it for reasons of my own.
Still. :lol:
Reasons are irrelevant, it was a display of the horrible for something OTHER than sex/resource/prestige. You showed her someone being more idea than human. Kind of terrifying to those not prepped for it :lol:
Quote from: Richter on May 19, 2015, 03:07:54 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 03:02:47 AM
Quote from: Richter on May 19, 2015, 02:54:23 AM
Definitely gone funny in young college lady's head. I think there's also a strain of getting spooked by encountering actual grit there. It's one thing to see the idea of it on a screen, very different animal to meet in person.
Yeah, its been made clear to me that most young people these days have never seen a proper horrible beating.
I can see how it might leave an impression. And I wasn't doing it to hero, I was doing it for reasons of my own.
Still. :lol:
Reasons are irrelevant, it was a display of the horrible for something OTHER than sex/resource/prestige. You showed her someone being more idea than human. Kind of terrifying to those not prepped for it :lol:
I'm like one of Neechee's supermen, spreading joy by dint of my existence. :lulz:
I spelled his name wrong on purpose, because he was an arse biscuit.
"NeeChees Biscuits - the Crunch of the UberMensch"
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 18, 2015, 07:14:12 PM
Saturday Night™
No rest for the wicked, they say, so I was wandering around down in the legal district. It's a good place for people-watching late at night on the weekends, as everyone from the crazies to your garden-variety drunken college student is out on the street, moving from bar to bar or vomiting or preaching the word. Or, in some cases, a combination thereof. My last trip down here led to the brutal beating of 2 male college students who were busy tormenting - and perhaps planning worse things - for a young female college student, over in the roofed-off sidewalk area in the construction zone. I wasn't being a hero, I just wanted something to beat on that wouldn't cause moral qualms. And those kids were Bad News. I could feel it, right through the toes and heels of my engineer boots.
I have a stressful job, especially right now, and I believe exceptions to the moral compact should be made accordingly.
I have noticed that I have gone through a distinct shift in values over the last couple of years. Some of this may be mere age, some may be association with the Science Gestapo. I am unsure. In any case, I was feeling like rolling in some filth...Though it's hard to do Tom Waits properly if you don't smoke anymore, and if there is a practical limit to the number of bourbon neats you can pour down your throat. But being a dirtbag isn't just about cigs and alcohol, you know. There's also drugs and poor behavior.
"Hey, Dok!"
I turned around, and saw a leggy young brunette lady smiling at me. Slightly pocked face. Very familiar...Just when it was becoming awkward, I remembered her. A young student I knew from around the way. One of those kids that are born at age 40 in terms of maturity, and permanently 22 in terms of having a good time, and who will spend their life from 18 to 60 looking like they're 30.
"Hey, Katie, how's things? You graduate yet?"
"Years ago, old man. Almost done with my doctorate, as a matter of fact."
I offered to buy her a drink so we could catch up, and she agreed. We walked down to the Hotel Congress, past all the brand new actual clubs that I am too old for, and Katie wouldn't be seen dead in. I rounded up a bourbon for myself, and a whiskey sour for Katie, and we went out back. The weather had been threatening, so there wasn't the usual horrible hipster act/band, but hadn't actually started raining. Perfect.
We sat down, and she started telling me about her graduate work, something concerning botany that I couldn't have understood stone cold sober. I nodded and made agreeable noises when she seemed to want feedback. It never fails to dismay me how far behind I've fallen in the sciences, really, though I'd always been hopeless in messy sciences involving life.
A woman screamed, very near by. Everyone in the area froze up, looking around like dormice that have just heard a coyote. The scream broke into smaller screams, and continued.
I looked toward the sound of the scream, and two tables away I saw a young lady screaming and pointing. At me.
"OHGODHESTHEGUYHESTHEGUY..." The young lady dashed out of the Hotel Congress enclosure via the wrought iron gate opposite from the main drag. Her companion, a skinny guy with a ridiculous attempt at a beard, glared at me, looked after his fleeing date, glared a bit more, and then chased after her.
I knew that young lady. She was in fact the young lady that had been bothered by the two male students a few weeks ago.
Katie was staring at me, so I told her the backstory, and expressed puzzlement as to why I terrified her.
"Men are dumb," she said, "You say she hid behind you, rather than running away?"
"Yeah, which was kinda silly on her part. If I'd lost, she'd have still been in arm's reach of them."
"Yeah, but she stayed. So her memory of the trauma probably wound up focusing on you. She had felt that she might be raped. Violence did in fact occur, and you did it. Quite thoroughly, according to your description of events. So you became the monster."
"That hardly seems fair."
"What's fair got to do with it? In the front of her brain, she knows that you came between her and those goons. In the back of her brain, you were the promised violence. There's no logic to it, and for what it's worth, she probably doesn't hate you. You're just the trigger now, the reminder to access those memories of being terrorized not once but twice."
"Story of my life, Katie. I bring this on myself."
"Naw. You're just a trouble magnet. You're the kind of guy the world happens to."
"You ain't ever lying. You should see what's happening at my job, these days."
She ordered two more drinks, and looked across the table at me.
To be continued.
I've even had weird associations like that without violence being a factor. Songs or people who just blend with a bad situation in my memories. I can understand both sides.
Except for the girl hiding behind you, I still don't get that.
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:52:11 AM
Except for the girl hiding behind you, I still don't get that.
Panic doesn't lend itself to good solutions, such as shucking the heels and running like your arse was on fire.
Or grabbing a brick and joining in, for that matter.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 03:57:14 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:52:11 AM
Except for the girl hiding behind you, I still don't get that.
Panic doesn't lend itself to good solutions, such as shucking the heels and running like your arse was on fire.
Or grabbing a brick and joining in, for that matter.
Good point. That's why they call it panic, I guess. Rather than "reasoned thought".
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:58:29 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 03:57:14 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:52:11 AM
Except for the girl hiding behind you, I still don't get that.
Panic doesn't lend itself to good solutions, such as shucking the heels and running like your arse was on fire.
Or grabbing a brick and joining in, for that matter.
Good point. That's why they call it panic, I guess. Rather than "reasoned thought".
Well, yeah. She was about 21 or 22, MAYBE a hundred pounds, and probably in the first real danger of her life. She had a "this isn't happening look on her face", not "here we go again".
Sometimes, this is a matter of experience. The more you deal with dangerous situations, the better you get at it.
It's a mark of success, in a way, that so many people in North America have zero experience in this manner.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 04:02:44 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:58:29 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 03:57:14 AM
Quote from: Hoopla on May 19, 2015, 03:52:11 AM
Except for the girl hiding behind you, I still don't get that.
Panic doesn't lend itself to good solutions, such as shucking the heels and running like your arse was on fire.
Or grabbing a brick and joining in, for that matter.
Good point. That's why they call it panic, I guess. Rather than "reasoned thought".
Well, yeah. She was about 21 or 22, MAYBE a hundred pounds, and probably in the first real danger of her life. She had a "this isn't happening look on her face", not "here we go again".
Sometimes, this is a matter of experience. The more you deal with dangerous situations, the better you get at it.
It's a mark of success, in a way, that so many people in North America have zero experience in this manner.
It really is.
Except that people are hardwired to struggle against something, so in the absence of any real conflict drive themselves insane tilting at windmills.
Holy shit. I wanna read moar.
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
Preamble. Meat demanded.
QuoteIn any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
Bonus points if you pretend to fall asleep during this.
Quote from: Junkenstein on May 19, 2015, 04:46:01 PM
Preamble. Meat demanded.
QuoteIn any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
Bonus points if you pretend to fall asleep during this.
I behaved badly, in another way. :lulz:
Meat is on the way, once I calm down just a fucking bit.
It will be up in 20-30 minutes.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 02:49:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
What the fuck? :lulz:
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:05:06 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 02:49:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
What the fuck? :lulz:
I was rubbernecking in a meeting because pills.
So I stood up, to stay awake.
Lillie is trying to piss me off enough to do something fire-worthy.
Like I'm gonna give her the satisfaction. :lulz:
I haven't had my revenge yet.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:08:06 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:05:06 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 02:49:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
What the fuck? :lulz:
I was rubbernecking in a meeting because pills.
So I stood up, to stay awake.
Lillie is trying to piss me off enough to do something fire-worthy.
Like I'm gonna give her the satisfaction. :lulz:
I haven't had my revenge yet.
It's selfish to say so, but the escalation of this situation makes me glad you haven't left to another job yet.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:14:38 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:08:06 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:05:06 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 02:49:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
What the fuck? :lulz:
I was rubbernecking in a meeting because pills.
So I stood up, to stay awake.
Lillie is trying to piss me off enough to do something fire-worthy.
Like I'm gonna give her the satisfaction. :lulz:
I haven't had my revenge yet.
It's selfish to say so, but the escalation of this situation makes me glad you haven't left to another job yet.
I have another job. I start next month, or sooner if I want. So I have 5 weeks to push this as far as I can.
My new bosses are old associates of mine, and they hate her as much as I do. They approve of all of this.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:15:53 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:14:38 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:08:06 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:05:06 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 19, 2015, 02:49:57 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 19, 2015, 02:01:45 PM
That didn't go as planned. Sorry.
I think my thought process at the time was, "Two apparent trouble magnets in the same place? Good thing at least one of them has someone to go home to." Or something. My head has been phase shifting three meters outside my body lately. Not it a good way.
Sorry that came off other than intended.
No worries. I was wondering where that had (seemingly) come from.
In any case, I have to go explain why I didn't actually fall asleep in a meeting ( :? :lulz: ), then I shall add more in about an hour.
What the fuck? :lulz:
I was rubbernecking in a meeting because pills.
So I stood up, to stay awake.
Lillie is trying to piss me off enough to do something fire-worthy.
Like I'm gonna give her the satisfaction. :lulz:
I haven't had my revenge yet.
It's selfish to say so, but the escalation of this situation makes me glad you haven't left to another job yet.
I have another job. I start next month, or sooner if I want. So I have 5 weeks to push this as far as I can.
My new bosses are old associates of mine, and they hate her as much as I do. They approve of all of this.
GOOD. I'm glad you have that leeway. May her frustration lead to un-ignorably bad behavior on her part.
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:17:19 AM
GOOD. I'm glad you have that leeway. May her frustration lead to un-ignorably bad behavior on her part.
It's eliminated most of the stress on my part (except for what I just said, above).
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:32:42 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Oh, that's GOOD.
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:50:57 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:32:42 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Oh, that's GOOD.
I've just gotten big enough to pull that off.
I don't think she is repelled by muscle itself, I think she's repelled by the idea of me being healthy. Anyway, I know it makes her vaguely ill.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 04:00:23 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:50:57 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:32:42 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Oh, that's GOOD.
I've just gotten big enough to pull that off.
I don't think she is repelled by muscle itself, I think she's repelled by the idea of me being healthy. Anyway, I know it makes her vaguely ill.
It must be nice to have the added incentive. :lol:
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 04:04:08 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 04:00:23 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:50:57 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:32:42 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Oh, that's GOOD.
I've just gotten big enough to pull that off.
I don't think she is repelled by muscle itself, I think she's repelled by the idea of me being healthy. Anyway, I know it makes her vaguely ill.
It must be nice to have the added incentive. :lol:
My trainer (who is also my new boss, or one of them), knows I come into the gym pissed off from work. We use that.
And then I am not at all pissed, and the world is good.
I wonder if Lillie has a way to vent her anger? I doubt it.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 04:05:31 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 04:04:08 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 04:00:23 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:50:57 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:32:42 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:30:41 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:27:54 AM
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on May 20, 2015, 03:26:23 AM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:17:33 AM
Also, if I left just this minute, Ed and Lynn would be forced out by this time next week.
I kind of owe it to them to arrange things so she won't have the leverage to do that.
Also, HR has tried three times now to get me to take the word "retaliation" out of my statement, which is illegal and very much against company policy. In 2 weeks, I write the CEO.
Jesus, you would think that HR would know better. If anyone would.
They have a weird fear reaction to Lillie. Lots of people do. It's like an arachnid response, because she's genuinely deranged.
Problem is, my fear thing broke decades ago.
Lucky for you, and your coworkers.
Unlucky for Lillie, who is probably so used to getting her way that she thinks she EARNED it.
It's like you know her.
Anyway, I'm trying to think up ways to ratchet up the revulsion factor. I know that the muscle I've put on over the last 6 months repels her, so I sit in meetings with my hands clasped behind my head.
Oh, that's GOOD.
I've just gotten big enough to pull that off.
I don't think she is repelled by muscle itself, I think she's repelled by the idea of me being healthy. Anyway, I know it makes her vaguely ill.
It must be nice to have the added incentive. :lol:
My trainer (who is also my new boss, or one of them), knows I come into the gym pissed off from work. We use that.
And then I am not at all pissed, and the world is good.
I wonder if Lillie has a way to vent her anger? I doubt it.
Masturbating bitterly.
This all sounds like the very definition of winning.
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on May 20, 2015, 02:08:51 PM
This all sounds like the very definition of winning.
Until you realize that we aren't building the future anymore.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:19:46 PM
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on May 20, 2015, 02:08:51 PM
This all sounds like the very definition of winning.
Until you realize that we aren't building the future anymore.
Is your new job not future building?
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on May 20, 2015, 03:21:27 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on May 20, 2015, 03:19:46 PM
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on May 20, 2015, 02:08:51 PM
This all sounds like the very definition of winning.
Until you realize that we aren't building the future anymore.
Is your new job not future building?
Nope. Not really.