…bloodbath…

…well, I’ve made no secret here, if I could do it, I’d opt out of the world of work…

It’s quite funny, I spent half a decade as a cold caller for a tech company…

…miserable work and management made it known you were a disposable piece of shit…

…the only good thing was part time hours and, apparently I was good at it cause I got some big commission checks…

…making cold calls and facing the constant sting of rejection is part of what lead me to writing against game-it’s an exercize in pain and futility–and it’s embracing disposability…

…paid as an independent contractor…

…ooops, that means you need to pay your own taxes studmuffin, they didn’t teach you that one in school did they???

…yup, one of the guys I used to work with is settling 30K with the IRS and another guy had wage garnishments as soon as the company switched to W2….

…me being the loser I am, paid my tribute to the US Warmachine while everyone else was getting refunds…

…after years of this onerous work, management called me in, said I’d be calling a new industry, not the one I had built up my little rolodex on…

…they brought in a bunch of new cold callers, all with promises of 6 figures and shiny BMW’s…

…I got the feeling the guys invading Normandy must’ve got…

…this was gonna be a fucking slaughterhouse. Commissions structure weren’t as good as what lured me in when I was broke-almost homeless in fact…

…I told ’em I didn’t want to take the deal. I didn’t want to work in what was becoming a big call center. High stress, can’t concentrate when you get rejected on the phone…

…sent to the owner’s office, haha like being sent to the principal when you were a kid. Started getting yelled at. This motherfucker had yelled at me plenty of times before. Funnily enough, like some alpha male PUA he said my problem is I don’t have any confidence. I think my real problem was I didn’t want a deal against my own self interest. He threw his phone down on the ground at one point. I think this was supposed to make me feel ashamed but I almost laughed. The guy is bigger than me but I doubt he could take me in a fight. I was escorted out of the building while the fucker threw in a few choice insults. I was supposed to feel sad but I felt like I walked out from under a black cloud…

…spent part of the next year unemployed but took on a few short term things. Got way back into music like I hadn’t in a while..

…went on a site called glassdoor…

…goddamnit, my former prison cage has turned into a bloodbath…

I see over a dozen reviews. Stories of employees being cursed at by management. People being hired, given no training and then fired. One even described the place as somewhere where animals were throwing excrement on each other. Then there are the “good reviews.” Pretty obviously written by the owner.

The company is supposedly in hyper-growth mode. I can only make guesses that they are trying to go public. However, one of the reviews stated that of the demo units that go out about 1 in 5 closes. I remember from my time there, well over 50% would close and I’d get yelled at that it wasn’t higher. I suppose their goal is growth at any cost. I’ve read how Bain Capital will buy a company, try to make it look huge, dump it on investors and let it flop. I don’t know if this is what is happening here but I’d laugh if it was the case. Haha, I guess it’s not just PUA’s that do “Pump and Dump.”

I was fucking miserable, I roll my eyes any time a goddamend feminist talks about men being “privileged” for having “career’s”-it feels like a jail sentence to me. I also see M(h)RA’s as traitors when they want to return to the 1950’s where men are by default disposable provider units. Fuck corporate amerikkka and all the sociopath’s in tailored suits….

6 thoughts on “…bloodbath…

  1. Reminds me of my family…one of my sister would bitch about Male privilege blah,blah,blah – I dug ditches and had labor jobs while she went to grad schools and worked part time as some sort of counselor, she was also getting money from my mom and me (long story). One day finally during one of her whine sessions I told her I’d trade places …she said some nonsense about my oppressing her or something. Man humans are really fucked up critters, ain’t they?

  2. And yeah all that nostalgia for the 1950’s … I’ll pass. I know a guy who goes on and on about how great the ’50s were…so I guess he should give up his new truck, 40″ TV and dvds …he can go back to a 4″ green and white tube tv and a few over the air channels.

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