working with women is hell

[Anonymous 43]

training session today, all women except me and a huge 500 pound gay man. the stink of perfume, shampoo and fds was palpable. if I see any more women in v neck tshirts as professional attire im gonna scream. no one wants to see the first couple inches of boob crack. closed room, warm. the main presenter starts off, and her binder of info is set up differently than everyone else…turn to page 45 and we’ll talk about x. my page 45 is about m. someone else’s was about g.

subject is math, specifically word problems. there are 12 identifiable types. strip the words away, the type is obvious, and you write the equation like writing a sentence. half the women could not identify the type, and half of those were in their idiot phones chatting with their chad or looking for the answer on the internet.

the chick I was partnered with was on the phone. she copied my answers and looked brilliant when called upon. bitch that was my answer, my work you stole, so I started writing the wrong answers in English, and the correct answers in Russian. she gave wrong answers, and I translated the correct answers from Russian to English…I was brilliant and she was crap. nice thing about Russian…the seemingly indecipherable alphabet. just transliteration, swapping English for Cyrillic looks strange.

it got to the point where the consultant told my partner she would need to repeat this training again after some 3 hours of remedial work with the presenter’s intern. lol I passed the session, got my cert and left. I got out of work an hour early…went for a bike ride. the copy cat c~~~ was getting schooled by the intern until 5…my cheeks hurt from smiling all afternoon.

oooo the look I got from the bitch on the phone partner was wicked, like it would burn thru steel.

I witnessed some of the most insane woman logic today. but hey, that’s common core for ya. brothers if you only knew what common core math was like…pitchforks and torches at your schools.

[Anonymous 43]

forgot about the room being small, and bumping into landwhale boobs every time I moved, not a happy place.

like bumper boats but wrong.

[Chaff/FlareParticipant 3235]

Anonymous wrote:

training session today, all women except me and a huge 500 pound gay man. the stink of perfume, shampoo and fds was palpable. if I see any more women in v neck tshirts as professional attire im gonna scream. no one wants to see the first couple inches of boob crack. closed room, warm. the main presenter starts off, and her binder of info is set up differently than everyone else…turn to page 45 and we’ll talk about x. my page 45 is about m. someone else’s was about g.

subject is math, specifically word problems. there are 12 identifiable types. strip the words away, the type is obvious, and you write the equation like writing a sentence. half the women could not identify the type, and half of those were in their idiot phones chatting with their chad or looking for the answer on the internet.

the chick I was partnered with was on the phone. she copied my answers and looked brilliant when called upon. bitch that was my answer, my work you stole, so I started writing the wrong answers in English, and the correct answers in Russian. she gave wrong answers, and I translated the correct answers from Russian to English…I was brilliant and she was crap. nice thing about Russian…the seemingly indecipherable alphabet. just transliteration, swapping English for Cyrillic looks strange.

it got to the point where the consultant told my partner she would need to repeat this training again after some 3 hours of remedial work with the presenter’s intern. lol I passed the session, got my cert and left. I got out of work an hour early…went for a bike ride. the copy cat c~~~ was getting schooled by the intern until 5…my cheeks hurt from smiling all afternoon.

oooo the look I got from the bitch on the phone partner was wicked, like it would burn thru steel.

I witnessed some of the most insane woman logic today. but hey, that’s common core for ya. brothers if you only knew what common core math was like…pitchforks and torches at your schools.

Dude common core. I teach my kids. 10 year old doing quadratic equations, and his classmates don’t know negative numbers. F~~~ing killing me

When you find yourself in the majority, it's time to reflect.

[joetechParticipant]

They used to teach something called curriculum in school…ahhh, those were the days. And women were still s~~~heads.

"Don't follow in my footsteps...I stepped in something."

[Anonymous 43]

chaff, I teach 10 year olds…I feel your pain. pffft I administer your pain lol

It blew these kids minds that on a number line you could have numbers between the numbers, decimals and fractions. We’re doing rounding decimals and then zoink! Powers of 10? wtf kind of curriculum is this? Negative numbers have not been introduced.

One training I had for the next math unit is solving algebra with chess pieces and dice. It is absolutely brilliant, but because I had the algorithm method pounded in my head for so long, it seems bewildering. Hands on equations. check this sorcery out!

[Freeman_KParticipant 3524]

Only positive thing that came out for me after working with women is, that I relate to most horror stories here without going through the marriage shredders.

But yes, working in hive can make a sane person question his sanity. No conflict and take it day per day with exit plan if it is unbearable.

The choices we make, not the chances we take, determine our destiny

[AwakenedParticipant 35201]

Anonymous wrote:

the chick I was partnered with was on the phone. she copied my answers and looked brilliant when called upon. bitch that was my answer, my work you stole, so I started writing the wrong answers in English, and the correct answers in Russian. she gave wrong answers, and I translated the correct answers from Russian to English…I was brilliant and she was crap. nice thing about Russian…the seemingly indecipherable alphabet. just transliteration, swapping English for Cyrillic looks strange.
it got to the point where the consultant told my partner she would need to repeat this training again after some 3 hours of remedial work with the presenter’s intern. lol I passed the session, got my cert and left. I got out of work an hour early…went for a bike ride. the copy cat c~~~ was getting schooled by the intern until 5…my cheeks hurt from smiling all afternoon

You just can’t do better than this !!!

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[Anonymous 43]

Working with women is hell part two

Another training session today

The c~~~ that copied all my incorrect answers and spent 3 hours in rehab and remed with the intern was there, partnered up with me again.

She started to threaten me with all kinds of mean and nasty s~~~, giving me the stink eye. I just got up and moved. When the trainer suggested that I partner up with her, I said no thank you. Fine. I sat in the back and did some useful work while half heartedly following along.

Room still smelled of hairspray, floral orgasm shampoo and omg back fat pushing thru the bra straps like suet and peanut butter going through an onion bag. Nasty flab being extruded and compressed in horrifying ways.

When I was married, I learned to not look too closely at other women, lest my c~~~ beat the s~~~ out of me. At least the chances of seeing some 7 or 8 women was a good possibility in the Chicago suburbs. Man there are damned few good looking women in this town where I am now, about 1000 miles from Chicago, and not one beautiful woman was in this room today. Best looking was a 4 at best. Just a herd of she-beasts that can’t do math very well. It was embarrassing. Worse is the v neck with 2 inches of boob crack hanging out. Not a happy time for me, the only man in the room. nasty double chins hanging down with fuzzy fine hair glinting in the sunlight, all are over 30, starting the mustache thing, one was missing a tooth, a couple had neck tats, one has a flower behind her ear. All of them playing with hair. I can’t stand being touched, but finding other people’s hair on me sends me over the edge. Oh, and one chicky had dirty broken fingernails…yuck, open toed sandals with peeling toenail paint. GAAAK.

One chick reached over to my side of the table and just took my pencil. It was clearly in my defined space. That’s when I got up and moved. Nasty c~~~ threatening me on one side, and kleptochicky on the other side. I’m out!

Then there was the chick that wouldn’t stop stretching and playing with her hair three feet away from me.

I could not get to the eye wash station fast enough brothers. Y’all ever see a train turn down a dirt road? me neither until now. You may think being the only man in a room full of women is a good thing. You would be wrong. Very uncomfortable.

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