Jodo Kast Aug 7, 2008
Like Frederik Pohl, I am primarily interested in talking about those things I have read. Most people, however, like to talk about people or stuff they have not read, but done. Since I often must talk to people, I find myself talking about things I normally don't think about. This post is about a thing I have never talked about before, so it will probably be quite obvious to you.
Because of my interactions with and observations of, women, I have determined that they are more concerned with power struggles than men. I know there exist women that spend great quantities of their time finding a way to get someone, despite the fact that the person made a minor error. I, rather amusedly, recently observed the behavior of the manager of the hotel next to my restaurant. She wanted to nail a guy really good because he had clocked in under her account. Excitement was in her eyes and I think she forgot how to breathe while talking. Anyway, she wanted me to write a report on the guy and explain what he did before clocking in. I was considerably confused because I didn't understand how my name was mentioned. I don't even know the guy. Some undetermined person reported that I was arguing with the guy, not because of something I did, but because he was very drunk. The manager wanted me to put in writing that the guy was drunk. My guess is that she is a fabricator, and that is very likely. I once met a fine fabricator and she spun a tantalizing tale for me. It was a zinger indeed.
I agreed to write a report of what actually happened, because I observed his behavior (he was not drunk in the least) before he clocked in. I wrote the report and my boss stepped in and he took it away. The hotel is a different company and I don't have to do anything they say, he said. That action made me suspicious, because he didn't want the hotel to know something. But the focus here is on the manager of the hotel and her desire to punish pointlessly, merely to assert her position of authority.
I imagined her spending all night thinking about the matter, much like I would spend all night reading a book. Her behavior was a source of amusement for me, because of how serious she was. And even more amusing, she could be easily manipulated. I could become her friend by pretending to the hate the people she hates. And then I could like the people she hates, sending her body into spiraling spasms of doom and apoplexy. I would love it. Hehe.
I had to wash down that annoyance with a good dose of phylogenetic systematics. I can't even tell you how pleasant it is to study that material. I get to learn, on average, a new greek root every page. It's heaven indeed. If only people could talk of such things. Gosh, if they did, then who would I laugh at?