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Originally Posted by
mickeycrimm
All you had to do was not talk down to me and there wouldn't be a problem. I'm not your bitch. You're not the first asshole I wrote off because they thought they could push me around.
If you were to write my biography you would find out that I've worked a hell of a lot harder in my lifetime than you have. Not even close. I'd like to see your skinny ass down in the hold trying to stack 100 pound boxes of crab, or 60 pound boxes of pollack roe....on 12 hours shifts....for 30 days straight. Most guys can't even make it thru the first day.
Or how about loading/unloading 100 pound form boards at 9500 feet altitude.
Or walking drywall up 7 flights of stairs.
Wheeling concrete to bricklayers.
Stacking cases of water.
The only thing you're contributing to is getting people to lose their money. Dude, that's highly redeeming work you do. Not!
BTW, Serial Fail has a crush on you. So pack him up the ass with a steel wool condom.
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Mickey, I'm the last guy who is going to knock manual labor, but the truth is, very few people (probably not anyone) do manual labor because they want to. Carpentry and plumbing, sure. Nobody is carrying 100 pound bags from Point A to Point B because it's what they always dreamed of doing as a kid.
Besides, you're calling me a, 'Maid,' and knocking me for being the manager of the sort of hotels that you'd have been staying in while you were busy drifting from place to place. Probably close to your top end (casino comped rooms aside), but basically.
Let me think about this, because I've done both---for roughly the same amount of money, do I want to be working in a distribution center, in a room either 30 degrees or sub-zero (depending on if I was in frozen that day) putting heavy boxes on a pallet, or do I want to be sitting in my office, sipping scotch, dicking off on the computer and coming out to rent rooms every now and then?
Choices, choices.
Sixty pounds is nothing. "My skinny ass," dude, I'm 6'3" and safely over 200. I'm not offended; you're just factually wrong.
When I have ever bragged about gambling and/or writing about gambling? When have I ever praised myself for doing what I do? Show it to me. Not one time.
Why not?
Because unlike you, and unlike most social conservatives, I don't have a completely unjustified sense of self-worth.
Yeah, you worked manual labor jobs...so have I. Very good. Very necessary. I'll never knock a person for working. But, let's not sit here and pretend that you did it despite an easier job being available to you for the same amount of money. People whose formal education stopped at ninth grade usually don't get office gigs.
Finally, why do you keep bringing this up? You feel like I spoke to you in a condescending tone, and thereby, don't want to be friends with me.
It's cool. Firstly, I don't care at all. Secondly, there's no law that says you have to be friends with me.
What I find baffling is that it took you over a decade to notice that I speak to everyone in a condescending tone when I'm feeling argumentative.
If you take things personally, that honestly doesn't sound like my fucking problem. I have enough problems on my own.