There’s a very kind woman, a weathergirl, at a local TV station, who has a problem with e-mail. Let’s call her the “brick.” She moved to the South from a small midwestern town, and had no premonition of the impending culture shock. Her interview with the station, where she’s on the air right now, went well. She’s incredibly qualified for the sbobet job, has all the seals and certifications, and the other employees, her co-workers and new friends, thought she was a joy to be around.
So why isn’t she happy?
E-mail is a bitch.
There are a million ways to suffer the slings and arrows. These days, the archer remains unseen. Otis says the most outwardly egotistical are usually the most sensitive, which means he watches too much Dr. Phil. But beneath every silly pop-psych gimmick is a glimmer of obvious truth. I have a big ego and I’m a very sensitive guy.
I wonder sometimes about the chatter in online poker. It’s competitive by its nature, but usually its just nasty. I used to enjoy a stupid ramble with the dopes from Missoula or Mississippi, I’d tell them I’m watching “Alien vs Predator” and they’d tell me it’s awful. Again, that’s obvious, but people feel its worth a mention.
These days I have to ignore the whole thing. Half the time you get the baiters, who want to push you off your game. I’m not easily susceptible to that. The rest are whining like children over a beat, not always bad. How many times have we seen some douchebag bust out of a $5MTT on a very bad beat, and then launch into a hateful tirade like someone raped his mother? Grow up moron, you can’t buy a pack of Vegas smokes for that. It’s …