# steaming mad and needing to destroy apparently someone is calling me later on today to 'discuss' my recent rsi results i bet you anything it will be more paper thin flim-flam along the lines of 'we will keep an eye on the situation' bs and absolutely _nothing_ practical will be done about the situation; i'll simply continue on without actual treatment in other news: some greasy toxic male mother at my love's place of work is bullying ir - even going so far as to condescendingly cast doubt over ir mental health (just because ir's angry and throwing yet another tantrum) if i ever found out who this gwat was and could get my hands around them - broke they would stay this piece of shit is making my love cry every night because of ir unceasing harassment over _her_ apparent inability to do ir job 'properly' - that is in the exact way ey wants (to get the hell out of ir way and just not 'bother' ir by simply doing ir job in the professional way they always actually does) this guy increasingly reminds me of that cosmically vile pumpkin p3d0 on the verge of colonizing greenland the basket just hates women that's all it is - that's all it ever really is - weak pos male egos of whiteness shovingv everyone around who's not them and ir disgusting boy's club of abusive sphincters if only there were ways to get even and kick these crummy sad sacks down a painful peg or fifteen (i mean there are ways amirite comrades) the kinds of emails ir's been sending are so disparaging and condescending - contain so many outright lies about how poorly _he's_ being treat by a woman just doing ir job; i just can't believe anyone in upper management has noticed yet it's not even that this pathetic toilet stain is some massive cheese or the ceo's kissing cousin or anything - some apparently indispensable linchpin of the entire lousy organization - ir's just another dim putz _treated_ that way by a system called 'management' who simply and obviously _do not get a shed_ they just don't care how abusive foul inefficient and _malignantly useless_ guys like this are - how they are; all they know is ir lowly workers must simply shut the flock up and _just get on with it_ - suffer in silence no matter what the cost to ir health (and wallets; they gets paid a pittance for all the countless hours of work they does - but then of course they does; that's not a bug it's a feature) working until around half ten / eleven _every single night for years on end_ is unsustainable and soul destroying and totally unacceptable they hasn't had a single real holiday in over twenty years i'd love to utterly reduce any inherently inhuman system that forces human beings to grind and grovel like this for the sake of a few pennies to dust; flock capitalism man.. along with every single spineless undead stone-brained obsequious boss and owner i **must** somehow anyhow rescue my love from work(tm); if they becomes sick (andor simply destroys herself due to work) i'm genuinely worried what i **won't** do to those i clearly understand were directly responsible for ir miserable existence - whether by direct cause or by casual studied indifference sleep tight you self important pond slime; you're all disgusting baskets and beneath contempt - ill yourselves before someone else does we prey for your ruin with every breath and so does reality itself ****//** rsi update** some guy called me - late of course - and proceed to talk **at** me at a ridiculous quickfire rate of knots obviously not there to discuss my health ey just went over my recent horrible rsi test and told me i had 'mild osteoarthritis' oh great i had to quickfire answer all ir bs questions about my current level of pain - 'mild but persistent' and i could hear ir taking notes when i tried (three times) to try talking about specific details of my 'case' ey simply talked over me and simply continued speaking ridiculously quickly - like ey was late for a hot lunch date or had the bad sheds ey then went through a lightning fast list of example exercises to do using light weights and bands - which i cannot afford the second time ey talked over me i said 'flock it' to myself and just let ir finish ir spiel; it was almost like ey was in cold call telemarketing and was merely reading off some prepackaged script or something - it was all so utterly rude - a practiced indifference; i felt like causally and unceremoniously slamming the side of the phone against ir uncaring idiot skull finally ey just so happened to mention that i could book one physio treatment (massage i'm assuming) with ir miserable department. woop-dee-doo according to forced google ai answers the term for independent non-nhs organisations that provide nhs-funded services are (paraphrasing) > independent sector healthcare providers (ishp's) or simply independent sector providers (isp's) > such organisations are private sector companies charities or social enterprises contracted by the nhs to deliver healthcare services such as surgeries diagnostic tests or community services yeah and let me tell you they suck dead donkey; flock stealth privatisation and ir large political backhanders to cap it all immediately before putting the phone down ey said "thanks max" what the shit i'm mr robert what you utter muppet a campaign against nhs privatisation: https://privatisation.everydoctor.org.uk/ **// obsidian users on youtube** five minutes in to one of an infinity of videos featuring desperate pale nerds and i started to loose the will to live  gee-zuss (*almost dies of terminal boredom*) flock that white noise. it stinks of work and does not answer the question "why does this exist" am pretty much convinced obsidian use is a clear and present sign of the mental illness of nerd whiteness(tm) and it's associated toxic 'productivity-optimize the entire universe' nerdom; go hamster wheel somewhere far away from me or i'll give you my own free 'life-hack' you poor schmucks; 'being productive' only serves to make *other* people even richer // republic of bob