Shortly before I left Yorkshire I worked a .NET('dot-net') contract.
The boss was a socialist.
She used to sit in her office trying to impersonate a statue of Lenin, closing the door whenever she drew in a victim to whom she could give free reign to her viciousness, so that the rest of her victim employees could only guess at what hell was being unleashed.
She tried to make me believe I wasn't a programmer, I was a van driver.
She was a nasty piece of work.
Today at my new job, where everything has been hunky dory, the resident socialist wasn't content to listen to my interesting story about how I'd worked for Burton's Tailors.
He said, "So you were an order picker then?", as if all hard work was a badge of shame.
And I realised several things about socialists.
1) They are snobs.
2)They exist for the impression they can make on others.
3) They run a mile when there is real work to be done.
Oh, and while they talk up the 'working class' something awful, they hate working people with a passion that leaks out like an explosion of darkness, a black ray that seeks to kill and still everything it touches.
Useful idiots excepted.
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Actually they hate all people. They fake benevolence for those they regard as neutered.
Actually it turns out our resident socialist wasn't being uppity at all.
He's quite a decent type .
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