Not sure of what to make of something, still share it to the best of your ability and I and others will interpret it from another vantage point. I’ll start

Church Camp Counselor: Once upon a time two years ago, I worked at a church camp. Every morning, I would run three miles and workout on the front porch of my cabin. Well a new girl(17) comes in and is visibly mirin. I didn’t know she was 17 at the time, but I convinced her to come back to my house that was in town. There, she told me she was 17. Checked the local laws and that would have been statutory rape, I don’t f~~~ around like that. She told me her birthday was in a week so I told her we would come back in a week. She agreed and left. She then decides to start latching on to another counselor, but he and I were still good friends. Naturally she was p~~~ed I wasn’t responding to her obvious trap. Time goes by and my time is up and I have to go, but on my way out, a good friend of mine told me that the girl wanted to accuse me of sexual harassment. Luckily, the camp manager had gone around to everyone and asked if I would ever seem like the guy to do that. Now I am brash with my humor, but no one said I seemed to be a guy to do that. Lesson: you can’t trust these hoes!

Mover: If you have ever worked a job for a moving company, you know the definition of heavy. You’re moving all of someone’s physical possessions out of their house w/o breaking it, putting it onto a truck, driving for possibly or a few miles, and then unloading that truck to place their stuff where they want it. My boss’ girlfriend, for some stupid reason, was allowed to join us on the moves. She did nothing to help. Hardly lifted anything. Would not even move the lamps or sofa cushions. Worthless. She would also have the audacity to remind me how “FRAGILE!” something was while I carried it. Little known fact about “fragile” furniture: it’s usually heavy as f~~~. I had no problem working with the other guys, we busted ass for tips that hardly ever came. Lesson:they are always there to lend a word, not a hand.

TL;DR: working with women sucks sometimes.

Some woman worms a confidence out of me. The next thing I know she has twisted my words and tattled where they could do the most damage. I have had men do this too. What amazed me then is the bosses seemed to like this, at any rate the tattlers got rewarded at raise and promotion time.

It was not until I stumbled across The 48 Laws of Power that this behavior became clear to me. It took a book to wise me up to what was plain to see all along.

I had a collegue who didn’t do any work for a solid month, all she did was plan her wedding on work time, and socialized with other female co-workers.  After she got married, she decided working was too hard so got pregnant, after she announced her pregancy, she didn’t do any work whatsoever, and took off all the time for doctors appointments, etc.  When she was supposed to return from maternity leave, she milked the system for 3 months, went on stress leave and eventually got packaged out so they could get rid of her.  Most useless employee I’ve ever worked with.

My private life with women: A LIVING HELL! Now I work and live without women, HEAVEN ON EARTH!

Worked as a production supervisor for 2 years. Never again. The female workers were so catty and their vaginas were stuffed with drama like thanksgiving turkeys. Most of higher management was female so they enjoyed bossing women beneath them around. The minority of male managers were all manginas who never spoke up. Everyone liked me because I was quiet and had no agenda. In reality I just didn’t care about their nonsense. Glad I left.

Industrial Engineer?

AND THE 1ST TO MAKE EXCUSES

Sebastian