The Maelstrom of Violence

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(09-30-2017, 06:02 PM)pbrower2a Wrote: Lots of people have done work far too small for their spirits, work that they might as well be doing while smoking a joint. I have done clerical work, factory work, and retail sales. I am a very good paper-pusher because I pay attention to details and know where to look for 'rough spots'. I do paperwork at the first opportunity so that someone else can file it away. Given an opportunity to preempt trouble, I always take the opportunity.

I do not expect others to stand in awe watching me work. I am not, and have never been in any entertainment business. If others have stood by and watched me, then that is supervision, and the less supervisory attention that I get, the better. An inordinate degree of supervisory attention (except in a training situation) implies incompetence or malfeasance of the person being supervised. That unstable circumstance usually leads to the supervised person being fired.

I have watched highly-skilled people doing their jobs and am awed. But I have never been in a 'skilled worker' category of employment.

I have been (and hope to soon be again) a substitute school teacher. I have bragged about being a "blue-collar" school-teacher, meaning someone who spends as much time as possible circulating around the classroom looking for a struggling student and giving attention as needed. It helps to be as fit and mobile at my age and being about 70 30 pounds overweight. I am working on the other 30 pounds.  

I have seen your description of your job, and I congratulate you on doing it and doing well because of it.

I take pride in my capacity for making statistical inferences and connecting such to existing knowledge. Just take a look at the category 'sales, other'. That is heavily retail sales, which includes the ill-paid store clerks (I have been there, and the stupider you are, the happier you are at such work) and those who sell big-ticket items on commission, from furniture to cars. At the low end in the category "sales, other" one finds an IQ of 79 (near-retardation) for the 10th percentile, which is about right for selling candy to children. At the high end one has expensive and complicated objects, like motor vehicles, boats, antiques, high-end jewelry, or art that require some verbal fluency and problem-solving to deal. The 90th percentile has people at an IQ of 117 (high normal). I sold appliances and consumer electronics when those were truly expensive, and I could have sold you a stereo that cost as much as a good used car back in those days. That was before the CD era. Matching someone to a car is much more difficult than matching someone to costume jewelry.

I'm a high 120 something. Not bragging, it's just what I am. Do yourself a favor and don't ever act (give me the signs in your writing), approach me, imply or treat me as if I'm stupid or some how below you ever again. You are above me in age, grammar skills for now and that's it. According to that chart, I could have been a really good teacher if I wanted to be one. I choose to be a HVAC contractor. If you do, I will begin turn you into a laughing stock. I know that I could do it. You need this place. You need to vent. You need the support of others in this place. Me, I don't because I have a rather large group of support (family, friends, close acquaintances) that I've established over the years. I may not be able to write but I can read very well and process very well.

You appear to be learning stuff from the chart. You seem to be learning stuff that I figured out on my own a long time ago without the chart. Yes, a lot of people waste their intelligence. I had a lot of smart people who for one reason or another couldn't ever get there shit together, so to speak.  My mom always told me that my dad was underachiever and that I shouldn't be like my dad in that way. She also told me that he had told her that he was going die young during his early 30's. He died at the age of 51. He must have knew his fate. My mom liked nice things. My dad didn't care about having nice things. Dad was happy with plain things. My brother is just like her. I'm kinda like her. I'd prefer nice things but I'm ok with plain things. I don't think a broken down body is worth a house full of nice things. Me, whether it's nice or just plain, it must be quality.