I have a workcoach at the job centre her name is Linda Linda is a bitch
Over the last year, I’ve looked to different women for advice and women give shocking career advice to men
these are all women i’ve spoken to across 3 generations 20s 30s 40s
all woeful
for one they all encourage mediocrity which is funny because i know a lot of people who have fathers who’ve taken the greatest of risks Fathers who’ve hustled just so their little girl would have the freedom to be mediocre but they dont get this they really dont see this They’ve been completely insulated from this
and being mediocre is fine never too much no risk eat well poop well sleep well but dont look down on others who take on all the risk when your entire lifestyle is funded by a man who risked everything
the same way my parents risked it all so i didnt have to see them murdered in their own country, the way theirs were
a man’s duty is to take risks and if he fails, he tried
but he did try
Linda is someone i had to speak to every week for 13 weeks straight
now you’d think the uk welfare system would be designed to help people increase their skills
find good career fit
and facilitate the improvement of their lives while at their emotional and financial bottom
people who’ve lost their homes
can’t feed their children
jolt awake at night because the anxiety of facing a world that still wants to take from them what they haven’t any left to give.
no.
the system is designed to create a state of unrelenting anxiety for the claimants (the people claiming money from the government) AND for the work coaches (the workers who “coach” the claimants)
now, i was warned before i signed on. i was told work coaches can be petty. vindictive.
but they weren’t
they were nice
the security were the mean ones one guy in particular always mean mugging always giving tone in his voice
in my first meeting with linda, i talked about all the applications i’d done for jobs Hundreds all the people i’d reached out to Hundreds all the work i’d done to try and get the movie career moving in the direction of money
it’s a sad experience that made me realise you just need a daddy but there were tiny wins i’d made people i’d known years before who’d hear me out, and work with me to use the skills i’d accumulated all these years
and as i tried to explain a distilled version of this to her, i could see she did not care because the system is designed to harass, and with diversified techniques, abuse all the people within it, so they do everything within their power to not rely on the government so, if your intelligence is below average, and you’d be considered mentally retarded - couldn’t even read, you would not be catered to
You get treated the same
if you’re running out of money struggling to eat? u have to wait a few weeks
if you cant read instructions on the website because you’re reading level is of a 7 year old, or barely use your phone because you’re 60 years old, your eyes are no good, and even if eyeglasses are free for over 60s, you can’t afford the bus trip to the opticians unless you go without food for a day.
oh well!
u get the mean treatment and to encourage this, all the work coaches are bullied by their managers, with working conditions kept just hostile enough, so they - the kettle, are always at boiling point; hot enough to mistreat you A cycle where they’re repeatedly beaten down, so they only have the energy to do as the system wants them
nothing more
imagine the full extent of your job is fill out a form for 15 people a day that answers yes or no to different questions
nothing more
Remember. most these civil service workers work there ’til pension age They’re low-skilled, and they are not freedom fighters
why are you here? have you looked for work? is your cv up-to-date?
you know, in the 13 weeks we’ve met, which in fact means i’ve met her more times this year than any other person in my life,
do you think she’s been through my cv?
The “work coach”.
do you think she’s asked for even a 5 minute explanation of what my career goals are, and how I will try to achieve them within the next 6 months? do you think she’s evaluated my movies, my methods of promoting my business, whatever it may be, or all the various strategies i could, and have, employed to be more effective?
no.
her and every women i’ve come to at the lowest point in my life has told me to get the lowest, easiest, cheapest job, and just earn money rent a mouldy rat infested room somewhere with 7 other wageslave tenants
future? that’s in the future Dont think
u know this Linda at about week 4 of meeting her, i got a job in my industry, it’s freelance/self-employed so u get jobs, then u have nothing, then u get jobs, then u have nothing it’s how it works
i came to her and told her “oh! i got one! it’s a famous artist you’d know im being paid £500 it’s a one-time thing but at least it’s progress”
can u guess what she said?
she looked at me. and then..
in the entire time i’ve met her, this was the strongest emotion i’d ever seen from her A woman who works in a place that has 7 security guards because claimants regularly attack her and her colleagues
a woman who took time off work just to destress from seeing people daily at their crisis point
she had the most uncomfortable and jealous looking response i’d ever seen
she said nothing but her face said it all
Linda is a person who’s been in the worst arm of the civil service for 20 years the department for work and pensions and you don’t do that without sacrificing your soul
To not leave that place for 20 years takes a lot it’s not complacency it’s not mediocrity it’s giving up
so, when she sees me, someone trying their best to be better every day, she doesn’t even want to hear it she could use me as that one person she sees every week, the guy she’s rooting for, that gives her hope for the future we could talk about all my latest ideas and developmemts; i even tried to make jokes and steer the conversation to more friendly topics But she steered it back
she sees people trapped in their worst moments every day humiliated and completely disintegrated.
and she was so disgusted by my not adhering to the script by my being different.
can you guess when she was the warmest, most friendly i ever saw her?
at week 11 when i came in and told her i’d quit cinema when i told her i had a mental breakdown, and i have to leave cinema, and give up on it
in art, most normies view it as flash a big director spending his days telling people what to do making lots of cash loving life and drinking the comforting and cool refreshing milky-milky-milk from the teet of supple breasts
she believes this it’s part of why she’s a jealous person, and why she dishes out sub-median iq advices
but art is more like mental illness
the world is changing fast and im at the bleeding edge
you need to be thinking 10 years into the future 30 years 5 years
the world is not going to be the same so if you’re in that niche group of very few people who have some clue as to how it will change, go work a random minimum wage job that in 1 year your grandma could do during her morning shit?
time is such a valuable resource we’re all basically dead in a second every second i spend doing something i dont need to be doing, i could spend doing something i should
ive accepted it now that an increasing cause of my loneliness is the more i know, the more fringe it gets, the more no one in my circle can relate at all to anything i care about
i mentioned “language model” to a guy and he said “what’s that?” and i realised it would be 10 minutes of nonstop context to get him up to speed just for that term
u can mention ai but all they know is random tidbits off the news
and u know people who are making huge investments? people who are founding ai companies? CEOs? all of these people dont even understand it theyre still just going where the crowd is going
The more you get into this, the worse the stench of all the playactors becomes.
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Over this year long period of realising i was fast running out of money and desperately needing a job and that that job would be one i wouldnt like one id hate one that would refocus all my energy into useless daily barely productive activity i learnt more than than i ever could have hoped
the only woman in my life who’s aggressively pushed for greatness the only woman who’s always encouraged courage is my mum
no other woman comes close
actually, maybe 1 or 2 get halfway
but for the rest, they’ve either simply never cared, or if they were paying attention, considered me dillusional and you’d be surprised by just how many and how negatively i respond to this internally she could tell me she has a heroin hobby, and that would be less bad and a lot of this, is social conditioning for a lot of these women, their peak is to have a university education, normie job a house, and a pregnancy
sometimes doesnt even really matter what job or what house
but for me, my job is to give the children a world worth living in
risk
it’s been thosands of years since jesus thousands of religions and social behemoths to this day the woman is reliant on her father and for her father, he is to give her to a chosen man a transfer of his responsilibities
feminism, mgtow, incels, femcels all silly, predictable looking for something, perhaps too early
play with language; play with social rules the paradigm has not shifted
i arouse you lift you up spread your legs enter you pushing in and out you like it i do too
you lay there
i keep going i give you it and all the bliss and at the end of all this you look into my eyes and my eyes into yours and we both acknowledge our efforts are equal at this moment
Anyway
that bravado that ego that one-upmanship
where one guy says he’s the best then the next one says - no, i’m the best what he’s saying is - you’ve got this! and the other - we can do this!
this environment of competition of treating your friend like an able adversary someone who’s capable of anything and as such, you must also rise to the challenge, and equal, or surpass him this is profoundly positive competitive environment where men have high expectations for one another because we know we both can achieve great things