# a toxic male academic is bullying my partner and i'm kinda mildly terrified that _she_ will loose her job when her company takes his side and we'll end up homeless this old git is the (barely) living definition of unreasonable and sends her utterly unprofessional rude condescending and falsely-accusative emails almost every day nobody else she works with has anything less than stellar things to say about my love - she's smart and kind efficient and thoughtful this one guy alone is making her working life unbearable; nothing she can say makes this guy any less of a constantly angry jerk it's been going on for months and she visibly worries about it every day and dreads sitting down at her desk every morning one wonders just how many other women this jerk pushes around - it's awful to consider how common it is for abusive males o' whiteness to simply get away with their bs - often for years; no forceful necessary pushback no consequences no nothing she's supposed to work _with_ him but he's so abhorrent it's like having a whining manchild stamping his little feet 24/7 - thing is her company blows so much smoke up his arts he can barely sit down (it's precisely that nobody - ie. other males in power - talks to these worms in the manner they should be that they correctly assume they can continue being obnoxious bags of dog waste) this old basket thinks he's einstein but really he's nobody a mere worm of a man with a swollen ego - the fact of the matter is that my partner's company is the laziest most inefficient and inept bunch of artholes this side of the galaxy since my love is a woman and therefore of no real importance within their lousy tight-fisted male-run organization she has to deal the dirty end of the stick day in and out and is basically a lowly database-managing chimp her job is so boring even on paper that i'm surprised that her very soul hasn't repeatedly died of terminal boredom a thousand times already she works from about half eight to eleven almost every day but we can only afford a miserable freezing shoebox of a flat we never go on holiday and spend our depressing weekends doing nothing much at all because that's all we can afford anyway the short version is this guy has a twelve foot long dirty peen growing out of his forehead and he rants and raves (about whatever tawdry flock pie he's overly invested in) so much that he keeps slapping everyone he meets / meats in the face with it such a display is utterly pathetic really - if only one could just tell this grandad mother to wheel his old cheese-aged arts off the nearest burning cliff and she can't say anything because lazy stupid cosmically useless management don't give a jot about her and simply 'don't want to hear about it'(tm) - whatever it is just get on with your (lousy underpaid) job all her time is spent responding to his horrible emails when there's a metric ton of other regular work to be getting on with this spare choking toad however is a black hole of a time sink and sucks up all the attention in the workplace for everyone around them the flocking company which hired him however simply refuses to yeet the basket because (as i said) they are some lazy arts screwball cowboys and they're simply indifferent to any and all suffering and bother he causes you'd think this despicable twodlord is curing cancer the way he unceasingly goes on and on - when in bare fact (just like everyone else) he's just a bucket of water and some minerals with an opinion he somehow remotely imagines my love is personally responsible for all of his brain-searingly unimportant woes when in fact she's just the friendly and powerless face of her massive company a go-between the whole situation sucks and i don't know what i can do to help oh sweet jebus i feel so useless i can barely type this because of my rsi let alone help her find a better job 'oh if only we had money enough to get out of this situation' oh wait there i go again with the untreated neoliberal brainworms when in fact i should be a) slashing this mother's tires for making my true love's daily working existence a living heck - and b) acting finding my tribe and together making a better world for us all i'm fully prepared to go full media new clear on this basket if my love gets shed canned as a direct result of his ugly bullying behavior when shed meets fan there's no doubt her lousy company of spineless greed-crazed lizards will simply fire her rather than simply admit this no-good ranting missing alzheimer's patient raving away from his bathchair is just no good for their company thing is they make more money from the likes of him and his connections than a mere untouchable office chimp peon than her - no points for guessing who's going to stay on smiling when the smoke clears i hate her lousy bull shed job and the morons she works with an undead samurai's vengeful spirit if only there were some way of collectively grabbing their skinny squeezy water bottle necks and taking them down a violet peg or twelve and rubbing their ignorant faces in the shed they make and force people to smell every single day // republic of bob