Venting Guys - I rebelled at the morning meeting today

[Subhuman Niceguy]

This little fucking nasty 4’10” Italian 54-year-old military Veteran foid manager of mine - is annoying as fuck! She is so annoying that, I invented a new word for her - “bluepilled wannabe”, she pretends to be bluepilled, but just like most foids - she is too lazy to actually be bluepilled - that’s how you get the nasty Karen foids you see with their two dogs off of leashes at public parks.

So, at the morning meeting today, the Italian bitch starts showing all kinds of fake energy at 9:45am - being the complete opposite of how foids really are in real life!

I thought to myself, “Fuck you, why can’t foids show that type of enthusiasm when I ask them out?”.

I was looking down at the ground - amazed at the arrogance of this foid, and then I heard her say, “Today up front we have (so and so) and also… - “.

I knew she was waiting on me to say my name, but I was not in the mood to make her look cool, so I didn’t say anything, and I pretend to be a cool guy who couldn’t hear her, because cool stoic guys don’t buy into the lame bluepilled pep talk moments during morning meetings.

My ricecel coworker said my name for me, before the moment became awkward.

It felt really good, I literally felt like Spike Spiegel from “Cowboy Bebop”.

 

[Dassadeinmush]

It felt really good, I literally felt like Spike Spiegel from “Cowboy Bebop”.

It's a start. But a pathetic start. You need to ramp up the basedhood and say shit like "you're not impressing anyone with that fake energy" so the room silences up in awkwardness and she tears up or maybe her lame bitch friend or simp speaks up with a pathetic "whoa! That is nooot okay!!" and you snort contemptously with a projection of pure incel energy to point where you don't give a rip about consequences and then act like the gigavictim and make it about race and shit and sue the company and win the jackpot and fuck deluxe escorts for the rest of your life

 

[Dalepilled]

should've threw a desk at that foid