Useless, that's me
Micaiela
the sound of music. Making employees use machines without
sound cards ought to be illegal. The silence is deafening. And
this place is making me nuts. If I don't stop inhaling free coke
vending machine chips, it's going to make me fat, too.
Some people have a mammoth capacity for doing nothing at work.
I know. I've worked with them. Slackers who'd rather do
anything - sit and bs with coworkers they barely know, stroll
around the building, take endless smoke breaks, fuck around on
usenet - than actual work. Try though I might, I can't enjoy
being one of them. Sure, I can do it if I'm given no alternative
(as with my current situation). I can work on the manicure,
spend an extra long lunch hour driving mindlessly to nowhere,
play game after game of solitaire and flirt with the straight
receptionist; but I can't do it without going crazy. I need
activity damnit. The stimulation doesn't have to be meaningful,
(though of course that's ideal), but it's got to at least be
legitimate. It's got to eat up the time. At 10:30 this morning
it felt like I'd been here for eight hours. Now, at 3pm, it's
surely been two days.
Desnos was right about shitty jobs being good motivation. I
can't do this through the end of March without killing someone or
reverting to drug use. So I called the school and found out when
I can see a counselor. I broke down and called Options to see if
I can buy myself some time off work. I updated my resume. I
made plans to go to a Job Fair on the 17th. I balanced my
checkbook. I did my nails. And then I ran out of ideas and came
here to bitch.
I hate this antsy feeling. It makes me want to fight.
Mica
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Mica,
Y'know, I like you a lot, but you can post some
pretty WEIRD stuff sometimes.
The
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Micaiela
<Pine.BSF.4.10.100020...@shell.tsoft.com>,
>pretty WEIRD stuff sometimes.
Hm. Two thoughts spring immediately to mind.
1) Well, I *am* a woman
2) *You're* calling *me* weird? <snicker>
But really, which bit was weird?
Oh, and stop typing, damnit.
Stephen Gilman
<micaiela...@mindspring.com.invalid> wrote:
> Desnos was right about shitty jobs being good motivation. I
> can't do this through the end of March without killing someone or
> reverting to drug use. So I called the school and found out when
> I can see a counselor. I broke down and called Options to see if
> I can buy myself some time off work. I updated my resume. I
> made plans to go to a Job Fair on the 17th. I balanced my
> checkbook. I did my nails. And then I ran out of ideas and came
> here to bitch.
When I was in my shitty job I sent out lots and lots of resumes. Now that
I'm "between positions" I've only sent out 8 resumes in two months, and
that's only because I have to prove that I'm looking for work to qualify
for employment insurance. Also, the fact that my internet connection at
my old job was faster then the one I have at home helped me search job
sites much more quickly. But the point is that having a boring
soul-crushing job pushed me to look for something better. Unfortunately I
still seem to be unqualified for everything. I should have taken courses
at night instead.
I even wrote more of my inane drivel when I was at work. Lately (in case
y'all didn't notice) I've written very few "real" postings and have relied
mostly on semi-witty retorts. Since I do nothing all day there isn't much
of interest to write about. Not that what I used to write was very
interesting, but at least it was longer.
Right now I'm applying for jobs that pay WAY less then my last job, but
hopefully they'll be more interesting. That is, if I can actually get
one.
I'm so lazy that I have four lottery tickets on my corkboard and I haven't
checked to see if they're winners or not. I keep buying tickets but I
don't ever check to see if the numbers come in.
It's so stupid. I have plenty of film equipment and 20 rolls of film in
my fridge. Now that I have nothing but free time I should go out and make
that awesome short film I wanna make so much. But since I have no life I
have nothing to write a script about. I only had shit to write about when
I had a job, but when I had a job I had no time to shoot a film. Fuck
fuck fuck.
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on my planet people complained about working too HARD
thelefty
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pinkorangered
micaiela...@mindspring.com.invalid raved...
>But really, which bit was weird?
None of it. He's just experienced a normality offset ('normal' in the a.a
context of course, not some grotesque popular paradigm) brought about by
(self) obsessive usenet posting. Shit, he even thinks a blowjob would cure his
problems; mind you I *have* determined through extensive, exhausting
experimentaation - all in the name of science - that sex can provide relief
from anxiety. Compared to, say, xanax, it has a shorter half-life, is much
messier, and difficult to take on public transport; the level of addiction is
about the same but the sex withdrawal is far easier to take. Unfortunately
only xanax is available through the health-care system at this stage but some
earnest lobbying might rectify that and eventually, if Hillary ever makes good
her promise to fix your health system, Davey will be able to amble down to his
local FREE clinic and pickup a prescription for a blowjob (plus repeats) which
might shut him up for, oh, minutes.
What I find funniest is how he goes on about sexual frustration then blames his
carpal-tunnel problems on *typing*.
But really, mica, why you're wasting your time in a dead-end temp job over
there escapes me, when you could be wasting your time in a dead-end temp job
HERE. The new chick is completely uninspired and keeps coming back with the
wrong donuts. To keep her motivated I exaggerated our need for an an analysis
of web advertising for a new venture we're considering (she has an ad degree)
expecting her to leap into the challenge with gusto, but she spent most of the
next day and a half leaning on one elbow while friggin' on IRC.
God help me if she ever finds usenet.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Terry lets us drip hot wax on his bald head")
> The new chick is completely uninspired and keeps coming back with
> the wrong donuts. To keep her motivated I exaggerated our need for
> an analysis of web advertising for a new venture we're considering
> (she has an ad degree) expecting her to leap into the challenge with
> gusto, but she spent most of the next day and a half leaning on one
> elbow while friggin' on IRC.
I really don't get it. What are people thinking? I just turned down a job
to develop an applet that would run on cell phones, to be written in an
HTML-like language which I'm told is all the rage in telecommunications
these days, called WAX, or WAM, or WTI, or something like that, which is
sort of a scripting language for PDAs, I guess. I think they've chosen an
inappropriate paradigm, I would have preferred something that's sort of like
Berkeley Sockets, or else I would have jumped on it. Actually if I didn't
already have enough work to do I would have jumped on it anyway. And if not
this career path there are another three or four I could have chosen:
photography, recording engineer, journalism ...
The world is so fucking full of opportunities it can barely hold them all
and nobody wants to work. Fuck.
> God help me if she ever finds usenet.
Actually that might be kind of cool ... what might she tell us about Fiona
or p/o/r that we don't already know?
desnos
> and nobody wants to work. Fuck.
I'm thinking of becoming Library Betty (TM). That is, of course, if my plan to
become a diletante doesn't work out.
desnos
Micaiela
>But really, mica, why you're wasting your time in a dead-end
>temp job over there escapes me, when you could be wasting you
>time in a dead-end temp job HERE.
Pinky, you have my solemn promise: if R ever drops dead or dumps
me you'll get first bid when I auction myself off. As long as Fi
promises to comfort me that is.
>The new chick is completely uninspired and keeps coming back
>with the wrong donuts.
But is she cute?
>To keep her motivated I exaggerated our need for an an analysis
>of web advertising for a new venture we're considering (she has
>an ad degree) expecting her to leap into the challenge with
>gusto, but she spent most of the next day and a half leaning on
>one elbow while friggin' on IRC.
Stupid girl. I'd fall down and kiss my employer's feet if he
gave me any vaguely challenging task, if only because it would
make the day go by faster. She's doubly stupid for not cementing
her position with an employer such as yourself, who I'm fairly
certain can be walked all over by an reasonably competent,
reasonably attractive female employee. No offense.
>God help me if she ever finds usenet.
Oh, she probably will (didn't you say something like that about
Fi once upon a time?). Just hope she's not the litigious type.
Micaiela
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>
>
>on my planet people complained about working too HARD
Well, given my choice, I'd prefer not to work at all. Sadly, no
one seems willing to fork over enough money to support my
proclivities (hi Elendil!) just for me being me. So I'm stuck
working.
And if my ass has to show up at some corporate nightmare of an
office (without windows or fresh air), at eight fucking a.m., in
heels and hose no less, I'd much prefer to spend the day busy.
At least that way the time would pass quickly. You've no idea at
all how long nine hours can seem when your feet are cramping,
your stockings are itching, there's nothing new posted except a
bunch of pointless white noise, and no one gives you a stitch of
work all day. Keep in mind that sleeping, reading and
masturbating in unused offices are all strictly forbidden. Make
any more sense now?
The alternative, of course, is to get a 'real' job. I've had one
or two of those over the past few years, and they weren't bad.
If I care about what I'm doing, get paid a reasonble amount of
money and feel mentally challenged in some way, having to work
doesn't sting too much. The trick is figuring out what'll
achieve all those things.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Lucy's Factory")
> I'm thinking of becoming Library Betty (TM). That is, of course, if
> my plan to become a diletante doesn't work out.
How old are you, anyway? The problem might be that you've put too much
artificial pressure on yourself.
If I could talk to my 22-year-old self, back when he was sweating bullets
over having dropped out of college several times and worrying if he was
going to have to work at soul-destroying shit jobs the rest of his life, I
would tell him: "Hey, relax. You don't have to think about that yet. You
should be out sleeping around and getting drunk, while it's still easy for
you to make new friends. Do as little work as possible, get another Pizza
Hut job or something that will keep you in rent money, beyond that don't
worry about it."
From a very early age I always thought I was going to be a writer. When the
above-mentioned fear set in I put myself seriously in debt buying myself a
computer, which I planned to use to write. (This was about 15 years before
they started giving away PCs in boxes of Cracker Jacks.) It was quite a
struggle to make myself keep at it. I kept getting distracted, wondering
what sorts of rules the word processor must be applying to achieve certain
behaviors I'd noticed. Pretty soon I was spending all my "writing" time
fooling with the computer. The moral is: You don't pick the career, the
career picks you.
Of course if you're serious about the dilettante thing, I'm nearing
sugar-daddy age.
P.S., to p/o/r: You can call me a hypocrite now.
desnos
> desnos wrote:
> > I'm thinking of becoming Library Betty (TM). That is, of course, if
> > my plan to become a diletante doesn't work out.
>
> How old are you, anyway? The problem might be that you've put too much
> artificial pressure on yourself.
>
I'll be 30 in May. The real issue for me now is stability.
> The moral is: You don't pick the career, the
> career picks you.
So maybe I'll get lucky and a 2-ton anvil will fall from the sky with my
designated career written on its side.
>
>
> Of course if you're serious about the dilettante thing, I'm nearing
> sugar-daddy age.
Really? Tell me more.
desnos
Johnny Favorite (it means "Lucy's Factory")
> You've no idea at all how long nine hours can seem when your feet
> are cramping, your stockings are itching, there's nothing new
> posted except a bunch of pointless white noise, and no one gives
> you a stitch of work all day. Keep in mind that sleeping, reading
> and masturbating in unused offices are all strictly forbidden.
Bop on over to www.nerve.com and read The Lisa Diaries. That girl is a
stitch, she's like a kinky Cynthia Heimel. In a recent column she was
talking about her distant but worshipful relationship with her dad and how
the two of them ended up sleeping in the same bed one summer out of
necessity. She wrote: "If he had've made a move on me I'd have fucked him,
hell yeah I would."
Johnny Favorite (it means "Lucy's Factory")
> Johnny Favorite wrote:
>> Of course if you're serious about the dilettante thing, I'm nearing
>> sugar-daddy age.
>
> Really? Tell me more.
Read part one first and make *damn* sure you don't want to go that route.
If not, fine, you can probably find yourself a sugar daddy and be a
dilettante, although it likely won't be me, of course. And ask yourself if
you're just doing it to kill time until something better comes along,
because if you reach the age of 40ish and still don't have a career path
mapped out then chances are you probably never will. It becomes harder and
harder to teach yourself new tricks as you get older. I am appalled at the
way my mind has been hardening the last few years.
Every relationship is a negotiation, whether the people involved want to
admit it or not. You bring something to the table, so does the other
person. So what's the big deal if one of the parties' strong suit is cash?
It'll get you out of trouble faster than a sense of humor, won't it?
So, let's talk about sugar-daddy-ism. It's too bad this doesn't work both
ways. Back when I was 20, supposedly at my sexual prime, I wish some
40-year-old woman had approached me and said "Tell you what, you can live in
my house and I'll give you an allowance, in exchange you sleep with me and
go out on dates and stuff, you can sleep with other women so long as I never
hear about it and you don't bring them to my house." It would beat Pizza
Hut, that's for sure.
Unfortunately, back when I should have been going through my Shallow But
Gorgeous Chicks Phase, I was too insecure to get anything out of it. A
perfect example is this secretary my mom had at her law firm about ten years
ago. My god, what a bombshell. This girl's mother had been dead since she
was five so she didn't have anybody to tell her "Honey, don't leave the
house dressed like that, you look like a slut." In fact that's how this
girl first came to my attention: Mom was bitching about how none of her
clients could stop staring at the cleavage long enough to get any work done.
Suddenly I found myself more interested in helping out down there with
computer problems. I managed to score a date or two with that girl but was
too dumb to close the deal. So now I'm older, I didn't get all that out of
my system when I should have, I make a lot of dough doing telecom stuff, I
could put my hands on a lot more if I saw a need for it. It's almost time
to rent myself a sweet young thing.
As a sugar daddy I plan to get my money's worth. That will involve garter
belts, seamed stockings, and high heels, worn in public. It will also
involve me taking photographs to keep me warm into my declining years. I
like girly girls. They don't have to be girly *all* the time, once a month
or so is enough to keep me happy. Okay, so I'm a pig. I know what I want
and I'm damn well going to get it.
In exchange I'll keep her up in the manner to which she has become
accustomed. I'd give her an allowance and she doesn't have to tell me what
she does with it. Intelligent would be good, but not a requirement, so long
as she doesn't babble incoherently. It would be nice if she had some sort
of passion to keep her occupied most of the time, so that she doesn't go
batshit on me, but it's not entirely necessary. bi would be great but
probably too much to ask. The more sexual partners she's had before now,
the better. I don't care if she sees other guys/girls so long as it's not
overwhelming, not in my house, and I don't have to hear about it unless I
want to.
I really have to get this out of my system.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Lucy's Factory")
> I'll be 30 in May. The real issue for me now is stability.
Are you sure about that? REALLY sure? Stability is not all it's cracked up
to be. I know it must be frustrating to be pushing 30 and still not know
what you want to do with yourself and one very common response is to punt.
But as soon as you do you've pretty much sealed the lid on ever finding your
perfect job. Nobody's going to just hand it to you, you aren't going to be
working at the library and some guy comes in and goes "My god, you display
the most stunning grasp of the Dewey Decimal System I've ever seen. How
would you like to have your own talk show?"
Finding a dream job is an iterative process that takes years and the process
is the very opposite of "stability." You have to go back and forth with the
world: first you make a demand, the world comes back with a lesser offer,
you say "no that's no good, what if I'm willing to take a pay cut and work
longer hours in exchange for more freedom?", etc. etc. etc.
Like that temp that p/o/r mentioned that works at his company: She failed
the test. If she'd done a really good job at what he wanted he probably
would have given her more leeway and responsibility on the next assignment.
If she kept going like that she might soon be a major player in his company,
getting to call her own shots to some degree. She could have parlayed that
experience into an even better job somewhere else eventually. (According to
his stories that's what most of his employees end up doing.) Instead she
relegated herself to boring temp-dom.
> So maybe I'll get lucky and a 2-ton anvil will fall from the sky with
> my designated career written on its side.
I have a friend who reminds me of you. She's in her mid-twenties, is one of
the smartest people I know, is very much like I was when I was her age, and
like you, her lightning bolt hasn't struck yet. I admit to a bit of
bafflement here. My story didn't go like that so I'm not exactly sure what
to tell her.
You seem like a reasonably intelligent person so you must have passions, the
two inexorably go hand in hand. Are you SURE there isn't a way to turn one
of them into cash? Allow yourself to think REALLY BIG for awhile. Make
outrageously optimistic assumptions to start, then scale back towards
reality.
I know a woman here in Miami that serves as a great example. She was a
*very* successful print and runway model from a young age (she's showed me
her magazine covers). When she was 25 she decided she couldn't stand
another minute of the vacuous career she was in. She ended up in Miami
solely because she was in a fashion show here when she decided to "get off
the bus," so to speak. Now she supports herself entirely through painting,
despite the fact that she isn't a very good painter by most measures. She's
never taken an art class in her life. But she favors bright colors, her
paintings display a simple, soothing, child-like view of the world, and she
pours her heart and soul into every single canvas. I've bought eight of
them myself. When the paintings aren't selling very well she also does
wall-sized murals in bars and restaurants. If you're ever in Miami go to
Churchhill's or Tobacco Road, have a look around, and notice how much
brighter and friendlier her murals make those places seem.
Is that the most outrageous thing you've ever heard, or what? Imagine you
are working one of your temp jobs and somebody at the next desk says "You
know what, this job is shitty, I'm going to take up painting and support
myself with that instead." How likely would you be to laugh behind that
person's back? And yet my friend did exactly that. She is not particularly
smart, business-savvy, or motivated. She likes to paint and she's good at
selling herself, I've seen her do it at her art shows, that's *all* she had
going for her. Chances are excellent that you have more skills available to
you that she does.
desnos
> desnos wrote:
> > Johnny Favorite wrote:
> >> Of course if you're serious about the dilettante thing, I'm nearing
> >> sugar-daddy age.
> >
> > Really? Tell me more.
>
> Read part one first and make *damn* sure you don't want to go that route.
You really are easy to bait.
desnos
desnos
> desnos wrote:
> > I'll be 30 in May. The real issue for me now is stability.
>
> Are you sure about that? REALLY sure? Stability is not all it's cracked up
> to be. I know it must be frustrating to be pushing 30 and still not know
> what you want to do with yourself and one very common response is to punt.
> But as soon as you do you've pretty much sealed the lid on ever finding your
> perfect job.
First off, I think you take yourself way too seriously. Second, I'm not looking
for a dream job, or even complete job satisfaction. I'm looking for something
reasonably fulfilling yet not soul-wearing. It's life outside of work that I
find fulfilling.
> Nobody's going to just hand it to you, you aren't going to be
> working at the library and some guy comes in and goes "My god, you display
> the most stunning grasp of the Dewey Decimal System I've ever seen. How
> would you like to have your own talk show?"
>
Once again, I think you assume too much. What I'd like to know is this:
Howcum' ya'll think you know the answers when you don't even know the questions?
> > So maybe I'll get lucky and a 2-ton anvil will fall from the sky with
> > my designated career written on its side.
>
> I have a friend who reminds me of you. She's in her mid-twenties, is one of
> the smartest people I know, is very much like I was when I was her age, and
> like you, her lightning bolt hasn't struck yet. I admit to a bit of
> bafflement here. My story didn't go like that so I'm not exactly sure what
> to tell her.
Hey, hey now. My lighting bolt struck when I was 11. I wanted to be an
archaeologist. Then in college I took archaeology classes and determined that
memorizing layers and layers of potshards and bone fragments wasn't my
cup-of-tea. Then I switched to cultural, and found out the wonderful job
prospects that awaited me. Then I went the academic route and found out about
the wonderful job prospects that awaited me. {sarcasm}
>You seem like a reasonably intelligent person so you must have passions, the
> two inexorably go hand in hand. Are you SURE there isn't a way to turn one
> of them into cash? Allow yourself to think REALLY BIG for awhile. Make
> outrageously optimistic assumptions to start, then scale back towards
> reality.
Your assumption is that I would like to make cash out of my passion. I do not.
I have some plans. One of them potentially involves an MLS degree.
Unfortunately, what I'd be good at goes against my ethical principles, which are
higher than most peoples'. I plan on using my powers for good, not evil.
desnos
[I'll say it again, "Howcum' ya'll think you know the answers when you don't
even know the questions?]
Essa
"Johnny Favorite (it means \"Lucy's Factory\")" <al...@snakebite.com>
> Is that the most outrageous thing you've ever heard, or what?
> Imagine you are working one of your temp jobs and somebody at the
> next desk says "You know what, this job is shitty, I'm going to take
> up painting and support myself with that instead." How likely would
> you be to laugh behind that person's back? And yet my friend did
> exactly that.
This sounds absolutely wonderful to me. If I thought I could pull it
off, I'd do it in second. When I was younger I did a lot of pencil
work, drawing thises and that's, faces, mostly trying to get just the
right shadow effect. What something like that does take though, is
balls and motivation. Right now I have neither. Someone once told me
that since I'm a Virgo, whatever I have a passion for doing is what I'll
be supported by. Computers have been just that, for what ... ten years
now. All the sudden, the money means nothing when I can't be with my
baby, I hate the people and I hate the thought of the smell of a glass
house and the whirring of servers.
I'm sure eventually, I'll snap out of it. I finally verbalized to a
friend (and J) that I'd like to go back to school. I've never been able
to admit that before, as I've always been the scared little girl when it
comes to anything challenging in that way. It can be rather frightening
when things go through your head and you've refrained from saying
anything about it, only to find that "holy shit, I just said something
*I wanted*", imagine that, "now I should probably be true to it or
something".
I've decided if/when I plonk myself back into my field, I'm going
straight to the HR departments instead of through a headhunter. I think
this has been part of the reason why I'm wallowing around like an
impotent jerk. That and I'm stuck with thinking that I hate what I do.
-essa
I hate what I do.
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Before you buy.
Micaiela
>It would be nice if she had some sort of passion to keep
>her occupied most of the time, so that she doesn't go batshit
>on me, but it's not entirely necessary.
Oh great. Now I've gotta clean all this hot cocoa off my screen.
Thanks alot. No, really, I mean that. It'll give me something
to do.
Oh, and good call with the nerve suggestion.
Gary Thain
>
> desnos wrote:
> > I'll be 30 in May. The real issue for me now is stability.
>
> Are you sure about that? REALLY sure?
I got tenure at 30. Tenure is good.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Terry lets us drip hot wax on his bald head")
> You really are easy to bait.
I like to type. Type-a type-a type-a type.
Steve Murgaski
<snip>
: Every relationship is a negotiation, whether the people involved want to
: admit it or not. You bring something to the table, so does the other
: person. So what's the big deal if one of the parties' strong suit is cash?
<Johnny's terms>
: As a sugar daddy I plan to get my money's worth. That will involve garter
: belts, seamed stockings, and high heels, worn in public. It will also
: involve me taking photographs to keep me warm into my declining years. I
: like girly girls. They don't have to be girly *all* the time, once a month
: or so is enough to keep me happy. Okay, so I'm a pig. I know what I want
: and I'm damn well going to get it.
There are other, much more subtle methods of negotiation.
You're outlining this as Jonah would. A classic negotiation: "This is
what I want, and this is what I'm prepared to give." (Well actually, I
snipped the bit about what you're prepared to give, in the interests of
brevity; but typical sugardaddy fair.)
This technique -- which Jonah often showcases -- is childishly simple.
To illustrate: if marketers employed the 'Jonah technique', then typical
television commercials might say something like this:
"If artificial flavoring, fructose, carbonation, and caffeine are what
you're looking for in a drink, then Coke might be a good option for you
to choose. True, it is often more expensive than other brands, such as
RC cola; and 40% of people, in a recent blind taste-test, were unable to
distinguish Coke from other such brands. However, we at Coke have spent
a lot of money programming you consumers to feel good about purchasing
and drinking Coke; so you may want to consider tapping into that
programming, the next time you're feeling depressed, or socially
inadequate, whilst trying to select a softdrink..."
S.
jonah thomas
>Johnny Favorite (it means \"Lucy's Factory\") (al...@snakebite.com) wrote:
>: Every relationship is a negotiation, whether the people involved want to
>: admit it or not. You bring something to the table, so does the other
>: person. So what's the big deal if one of the parties' strong suit is cash?
>: As a sugar daddy I plan to get my money's worth. That will involve garter
>: belts, seamed stockings, and high heels, worn in public. It will also
>: involve me taking photographs to keep me warm into my declining years. I
>: like girly girls. They don't have to be girly *all* the time, once a month
>: or so is enough to keep me happy. Okay, so I'm a pig. I know what I want
>: and I'm damn well going to get it.
>There are other, much more subtle methods of negotiation.
Yes. 8-)
>You're outlining this as Jonah would. A classic negotiation: "This is
>what I want, and this is what I'm prepared to give." (Well actually, I
>snipped the bit about what you're prepared to give, in the interests of
>brevity; but typical sugardaddy fair.)
>This technique -- which Jonah often showcases -- is childishly simple.
Well, but it could be an opening step for a more complex negotiation. If a
woman responds with any interest to this opening offer, it doesn't at all
mean she'd settle on these terms but it has implications about what terms
she might later agree to. There could be advantages to getting it
established from the start that he's a pig, for example.
>To illustrate: if marketers employed the 'Jonah technique', then typical
>television commercials might say something like this:
>"If artificial flavoring, fructose, carbonation, and caffeine are what
>you're looking for in a drink, then Coke might be a good option for you
>to choose. True, it is often more expensive than other brands, such as
>RC cola; and 40% of people, in a recent blind taste-test, were unable to
>distinguish Coke from other such brands. However, we at Coke have spent
>a lot of money programming you consumers to feel good about purchasing
>and drinking Coke; so you may want to consider tapping into that
>programming, the next time you're feeling depressed, or socially
>inadequate, whilst trying to select a softdrink..."
Yes, that looks kind of unpleasant, doesn't it. I like to put it insimple
terms like that to reduce the mystification. If it looks like a bad deal,
maybe it's a bad deal. Maybe in a one-on-one negotation you might notice
that you aren't really being offered what you want, and it makes sense to
ask for what you really want. Or possibly if you want them to be good at
mind-reading and they've done too bad a job at already-knowing what you
want, you might want to drop the whole thing because you only want to deal
with somebody who knows what you want without you having to let them know.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Terry lets us drip hot wax on his bald head")
> There are other, much more subtle methods of negotiation.
Well, right here on this newsgroup, I'm not negotiating. This is where I
think things through. You want to hear the stories about the recent two
women who wouldn't agree to be my personal Barbie Doll? It's just
depressing, never mind.
Tell you what though, I'll take your advice under consideration if you will:
A) Post more. I think I miss a lot of your posts, I had to read this
fragment in a follow-up, but I don't remember any top-level stories of yours
since that snow incident where everybody was such a jerk to you. The group
gets dumber by the minute, especially with the influx of those soc.singles
people. Fight back!
B) Using the vast tools of the Internet, locate the alt.angst splinter group
where I put all my top-level posts and make a "guest post" of your own
there.
Do those two itty bitty things and I agree to SQUINT REALLY REALLY HARD
while I think about "other, much more subtle methods of negotiation." I'll
even let you suggest some!
sollilja
lets us drip hot wax on his bald head") wrote:
> supposedly, Steve Murgaski wrote:
> > There are other, much more subtle methods of negotiation.
> Do those two itty bitty things and I agree to SQUINT REALLY REALLY HARD
> while I think about "other, much more subtle methods of negotiation." I'll
> even let you suggest some!
"We want this.. and that. With a minor share in that, and most of
that. Some of this, and fucking all of that. Less of that and more of
this and fucking plenty of this. We want it now. I want it yesterday.
I want fucking more tomorrow.. And the demands will all be changed
then so fucking stay awake."
--Some Irish comedian
Sloth
>> God help me if she ever finds usenet.
Any more angst references from the workforce?
>Actually that might be kind of cool ... what might she tell us about
>Fiona or p/o/r that we don't already know?
Didn't Fiona post here once? And was that David's mom more recently?
Kind of charming and fresh evidence that, as theorized, there really is
a "host world" existing independently out there.
----
"personable doctors are the bad doctors, and the ones you want operating
on you are the ones with no personality"
- an RN
pinkorangered
>
>Johnny Favorite wrote:
>
>>Actually that might be kind of cool ... what might she tell us about
>>Fiona or p/o/r that we don't already know?
That he's a grumpy, surly shit and sometimes they go for, oh, HOURS without
speaking on the phone, but why she tolerates him at all is a complete mystery
unless he's a Super Sex God, which may explain why he never gets in before
10AM.
>Didn't Fiona post here once?
Several times, though not recently. I think it was encroaching too much on her
nap time.
Johnny Favorite (it means "Terry lets us drip hot wax on his bald head")
> Didn't Fiona post here once? And was that David's mom more recently?
> Kind of charming and fresh evidence that, as theorized, there really
> is a "host world" existing independently out there.
It's kind of like the way people used to believe that the sun revolved
around the earth. We denied the "host world" theory as long as possible,
but soon we had to concede: The usenet servers have to be sitting SOMEWHERE,
don't they. Drag.
Personally I hope somebody comes up with a more compelling theory to explain
it all away. "'Host world?' Bah! Next you'll be telling me that my
computer is powered by a hamster wheel."
loosel...@my-deja.com
megat...@world.std.com (Sloth) wrote:
> Johnny Favorite wrote:
>
> >> God help me if she ever finds usenet.
>
> Any more angst references from the workforce?
Lately one of the senior types at work has been asking me if
'looselyfused' is my net.name. He's an old hacker type Oracle guru so
he knows all about news. One of the many reasons work stays out of my
posts...
I suspect he's looking for an excuse to fire me should he ever require
one but then I /am/ paranoid.
> >Actually that might be kind of cool ... what might she tell us about
> >Fiona or p/o/r that we don't already know?
>
> Didn't Fiona post here once? And was that David's mom more recently?
> Kind of charming and fresh evidence that, as theorized, there really
is
> a "host world" existing independently out there.
Yeah. 'Fi-Fi L'Amour' or somesuch. She ran away when I offered her a
part in a porn flick. Go figure.
I don't buy this 'host world' theory. Too far-fetched...
---
smoke crack cocaine! the CIA needs more money!
aar...@hotmail.com
des...@my-deja.com wrote:
<SNIP>
> First off, I think you take yourself way too seriously.
Ahem.
> Second, I'm not looking for a dream job, or even complete job
> satisfaction. I'm looking for something reasonably fulfilling
> yet not soul-wearing.
To many that defines a dream job.
> It's life outside of work that I find fulfilling.
Or would like to find fulfilling? Most of what you post
suggests you are struggling outside of work also.
> Once again, I think you assume too much. What I'd like to know is
> this:
>
> Howcum' ya'll think you know the answers when you don't even know the
> questions?
That is the alt.angst way, if they were to stop those assumptions
the number of posts here would dwindle to a very feeble trickle.
Minimal original thought, dime store self-help hype, flailing
of the already wounded, bayonetting of the hopelessly defenseless,
quackery and self-delusion dominates life in alt.angst. I would
have thought you had noticed.
Al
pinkorangered
thusly:
>Yeah. 'Fi-Fi L'Amour' or somesuch. She ran away when I offered her a
>part in a porn flick. Go figure.
Couldn't possibly have been her.
Jonah Thomas
>>Yeah. 'Fi-Fi L'Amour' or somesuch. She ran away when I offered her a
>>part in a porn flick. Go figure.
>Couldn't possibly have been her.
She did disappear right after that. Maybe a coincidence.
desnos
>
> In article <38A1BFDF...@my-deja.com>,
> des...@my-deja.com wrote:
>
> <SNIP>
>
> > First off, I think you take yourself way too seriously.
>
> Ahem.
I've been beating myself up lately. Usually I have an absurdity
threshold that kicks in when things get too bad. It's one of my best
survival mechanisms.
>
> > It's life outside of work that I find fulfilling.
>
> Or would like to find fulfilling? Most of what you post
> suggests you are struggling outside of work also.
It comes and goes. I have a pretty good social life: lots of very good
friends and plenty of fun things to do and discuss.
> > Howcum' ya'll think you know the answers when you don't even know the
> > questions?
>
> That is the alt.angst way, if they were to stop those assumptions
> the number of posts here would dwindle to a very feeble trickle.
Or maybe they'd increase?
> Minimal original thought, dime store self-help hype, flailing
> of the already wounded, bayonetting of the hopelessly defenseless,
> quackery and self-delusion dominates life in alt.angst. I would
> have thought you had noticed.
It's preferrable to what's available on the rest of usenet. Besides, my
concern about the assumptions people make is a pet peeve even in RL.
It's worse in this medium: here it takes longer to assess and evaluate
the words and actions of others than in RL.
I'm a voyeur. I'm curious about people. I don't always have all of the
pieces to the puzzle, so I ask for further info. It gets sorted and
filed in various places for future reference. Sometimes it even gets
reconfigured.
desnos
loosel...@my-deja.com
aar...@hotmail.com wrote:
> Minimal original thought, dime store self-help hype, flailing
> of the already wounded, bayonetting of the hopelessly defenseless,
> quackery and self-delusion dominates life in alt.angst.
Fucking great isn't it?
---
man that was a long sentence. have you read 'elements of style'?