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[ChairmanPoo]

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[Eschar]

... FOR THE NEEDLE GOD

[Naturegirl1999]

Facts about blood


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[Loud Whispers]

2:30 in the morning, drinking tea whilst listening to wind chimes & French violins. The room is dark, my neighbours have stopped screaming at their children, the angels above have stopped stomping on my ceiling & the denizens below have stopped complaining about flooding coming from my bathroom tearing up their world, yet there is a man dragging metal on the ground outside because he hasn't heard of a wheelbarrow & the walls are made of paper-thin styrofoam.  I am 24 days away from quitting my job for good and will leave poorer & in poorer health. I'm worried the praying mantis I found was stepped on by someone two hours after I picked her up and put her on a branch. I've got work in the morning where my manager will say "good morning gentleman" and establish emotional rapport with a combined handshake-high-five-shoulder bump, the kind they teach you at an MBA with Cambridge or Harvard. My students will make the job so worthwhile, and they will ask me why I'm going even as I do my best to help them prepare for their exams & job interviews. The new teammember will try their best to tell me how erotic my voice is despite my best efforts to politely indicate the meaning has been lost in translation, while my older colleagues will talk about the rugby, and my instructor will scream at the sales staff for failing to act like normal human beings. I will make no less than 9 cups of tea where I will do my best to show my gratitude to the staff in the supermarket nearby despite the language barrier, they in turn will do the same as they always have done. Someone will be playing redbone by Carl Wheezer in the office, and the ever present ears of the dear state will loom over all references to baskball sports or suspicious southern cities. I will come home at 9 or 10 and take off my trousers & shirt, waking up at 11 P.M. to cook before my roommate goes to sleep. The food will be much the same as it has been for the year, discount lamb from the friendliest butcher in the world, mixed with an assortment of spices, veg & cheese procured at premium. I will ignore my lack of money for now, but making it month to month is worrying when the debtors do their best to overcharge me because I didn't update my employment details, despite all evidence to the contrary. I feel a deep sense of happiness & resigned acceptance that everything has gotten better. This should've been placed in the happy thread based on how I'm feeling, but the post itself felt a slight bit negative. I have entered a month of curious limbo, where I cannot leave, I cannot wait to leave, and even after I quit my job I have to wait two weeks before I can go home because they can't let me stay with a work visa - might go to a competitor! When you have a conga line of people taking their pound of flesh you know who your friends are, I couldn't be happier to have found mine. Now I just need to find where I am... I have always been working, this will be the first time I have been forced to do nothing.

One of my students told me that in their life, you studied in childhood to pass the exam to get into the good Uni, so that you could study to get a good accounting job, so you could work hard and then have a child and then help them study hard to pass the exams before planning your funeral. I asked them what they wanted in life - they said lots of money, of course. I asked them, how much? They answered at least 10 billion dollars. I asked them again, what for?
They answered: A house, a car, a good husband and whatever else they wanted! I asked them to imagine - if they had all of those things and they had all the money in the world, what would they really do? They said they'd move to Canada. I asked them what's stopping them? They said they didn't know. A year prior I had the same conversation in an interview with the director of a company who specialised in headhunting for banking executives, a role I had zero experience with whatsoever and had only ended up there because I was getting pushed by a headhunter headhunting headhunters, and ended up in Beijing. Now I think I'm done, so what am I to do next?

I know what I want. Some sleep and some more tea.
Yet once I have done that, what next? I know what my next ambitions are, but I do wonder - if tomorrow I completed every one of my ambitions, what then would I do? I have always though I have known myself well because I always know what I want. Yet it seems knowing what you want in life is not the same as knowing yourself. I walk too many paths at once and end up terribly lost.

[Naturegirl1999]

I wish you luck

What is meant by “headhunter?” I doubt that is literal

[Loud Whispers]

I wish you luck

What is meant by “headhunter?” I doubt that is literal

Either someone who collects heads, or someone who searches for talented workers to appropriate from other companies, like a fell corporate pirate cursed by Davy Jones to collect the names of every soul owed to them

[Naturegirl1999]

Thanks, here’s hoping these ones aren’t both

[wierd]

Whispers:

I have had this "Fulfillment" internal monologue many times.  Material things do not bring happiness. You will find many very wealthy people that seek such fulfillment, and cannot find it.

Personally, I find that most of my distress is caused by the petty antics of other people.  To me, money is a tool to dig out a niche in the world, and to distract the hordes of people who feel the need to try to control your every thought and action. (not conspiratorially, just in practice. Like say, advertising. It's entire purpose is to alter the behavior of the masses into making purchases they otherwise would not. These are active attempts at controlling thoughts and actions, on a wide scale. Same with religions, and with political movements/speakers. The motive need not be malicious, the action is what matters.) It is thus a means to an end-- that end being able to disconnect from those constant attempts at altering my behavior for some objective of theirs, that is not an objective of mine.

Happiness comes from self-actualization, and self-realization.  This is the thrust behind the kinds of questions you were asked.  Sometimes those things require money, some times they don't.

My highest, greatest goal in life is not to be rich, famous, powerful, or any of that rot.  My greatest and most earnest desire in life is to just be free to be me, without all that outside meddling.  To be able to shut that noise off, and to have only the consequences of my own actions to contend with.  I have determined that a semi-hermetic lifestyle is thus ideal for myself. Such a goal does not align with the desires or motives of most of society, so I am actually quite miserable at the moment. However, that is my greatest, secret desire. (and it's so simple. I just have to scrape together enough dough to get those seeking their pound of flesh something to distract them long enough for me to make the needed purchases, and to set up the necessary trusts.)


 

[scriver]

If I had lots and lots of money there are a few things I would like to buy. One is a lot of property that my family lost over the year, and there's a house and a square in Stockholm's Old Town named after my family that I think it would be funny to own (well, the house. Can't own a square... or can you? ). Then I'd buy a house right on the coast somewhere and spend the rest of my life sitting in a beach chair in the fresh sea air.

Anyway welcome back Loudwhispers, haven't seen anything from you in a while.

I wish you luck

What is meant by “headhunter?” I doubt that is literal

Headhunter is an old term for bounty hunters and people who hunt down criminals and such for a living. In the modern slangish usage it most often refers to what Loud Whispers said, people who professionally looks around for other people with the correct skills and such to fill specific needs of companies.

[Dunamisdeos]

I wish you luck

What is meant by “headhunter?” I doubt that is literal

Either someone who collects heads, or someone who searches for talented workers to appropriate from other companies, like a fell corporate pirate cursed by Davy Jones to collect the names of every soul owed to them

Welp, my boss at the talent agency is either going to need to clear some space on his wall or he's just gonna be really pissed.

[hector13]

2:30 in the morning, drinking tea whilst listening to wind chimes & French violins. The room is dark, my neighbours have stopped screaming at their children, the angels above have stopped stomping on my ceiling & the denizens below have stopped complaining about flooding coming from my bathroom tearing up their world, yet there is a man dragging metal on the ground outside because he hasn't heard of a wheelbarrow & the walls are made of paper-thin styrofoam.  I am 24 days away from quitting my job for good and will leave poorer & in poorer health. I'm worried the praying mantis I found was stepped on by someone two hours after I picked her up and put her on a branch. I've got work in the morning where my manager will say "good morning gentleman" and establish emotional rapport with a combined handshake-high-five-shoulder bump, the kind they teach you at an MBA with Cambridge or Harvard. My students will make the job so worthwhile, and they will ask me why I'm going even as I do my best to help them prepare for their exams & job interviews. The new teammember will try their best to tell me how erotic my voice is despite my best efforts to politely indicate the meaning has been lost in translation, while my older colleagues will talk about the rugby, and my instructor will scream at the sales staff for failing to act like normal human beings. I will make no less than 9 cups of tea where I will do my best to show my gratitude to the staff in the supermarket nearby despite the language barrier, they in turn will do the same as they always have done. Someone will be playing redbone by Carl Wheezer in the office, and the ever present ears of the dear state will loom over all references to baskball sports or suspicious southern cities. I will come home at 9 or 10 and take off my trousers & shirt, waking up at 11 P.M. to cook before my roommate goes to sleep. The food will be much the same as it has been for the year, discount lamb from the friendliest butcher in the world, mixed with an assortment of spices, veg & cheese procured at premium. I will ignore my lack of money for now, but making it month to month is worrying when the debtors do their best to overcharge me because I didn't update my employment details, despite all evidence to the contrary. I feel a deep sense of happiness & resigned acceptance that everything has gotten better. This should've been placed in the happy thread based on how I'm feeling, but the post itself felt a slight bit negative. I have entered a month of curious limbo, where I cannot leave, I cannot wait to leave, and even after I quit my job I have to wait two weeks before I can go home because they can't let me stay with a work visa - might go to a competitor! When you have a conga line of people taking their pound of flesh you know who your friends are, I couldn't be happier to have found mine. Now I just need to find where I am... I have always been working, this will be the first time I have been forced to do nothing.

One of my students told me that in their life, you studied in childhood to pass the exam to get into the good Uni, so that you could study to get a good accounting job, so you could work hard and then have a child and then help them study hard to pass the exams before planning your funeral. I asked them what they wanted in life - they said lots of money, of course. I asked them, how much? They answered at least 10 billion dollars. I asked them again, what for?
They answered: A house, a car, a good husband and whatever else they wanted! I asked them to imagine - if they had all of those things and they had all the money in the world, what would they really do? They said they'd move to Canada. I asked them what's stopping them? They said they didn't know. A year prior I had the same conversation in an interview with the director of a company who specialised in headhunting for banking executives, a role I had zero experience with whatsoever and had only ended up there because I was getting pushed by a headhunter headhunting headhunters, and ended up in Beijing. Now I think I'm done, so what am I to do next?

I know what I want. Some sleep and some more tea.
Yet once I have done that, what next? I know what my next ambitions are, but I do wonder - if tomorrow I completed every one of my ambitions, what then would I do? I have always though I have known myself well because I always know what I want. Yet it seems knowing what you want in life is not the same as knowing yourself. I walk too many paths at once and end up terribly lost.

Just fucking sit down, mate.

[Reelya]

Thanks, here’s hoping these ones aren’t both

We could make some sort of sci-fi horror movie about that.

A company head-hunts workers for their call center, but literally head-hunts them. They removes the heads and hooks them into the machine, and you're forced to do calls constantly 24/7.

[Trekkin]

Thanks, here’s hoping these ones aren’t both

We could make some sort of sci-fi horror movie about that.

A company head-hunts workers for their call center, but literally head-hunts them. They removes the heads and hooks them into the machine, and you're forced to do calls constantly 24/7.

The Mi-Go of Bangalore?

[Reelya]

It wouldn't be in India, stealing people's heads removes the cost savings of outsourcing.

Although ... in that case, rather than them being in India and trying to pretend they're not in India, the call-center with just heads will be in America and the heads will be forced to put on fake Indian accents so you don't realize you're just calling a head, and instead think you're talking to a regular Indian worker.

[wierd]

If they are just decanted brains in jars, (wired directly into the call-system!) then they have no need of lunch breaks or bathroom breaks.  It totally has potential for massive cost savings.