ScooterGuy
Recycles dryer sheets
- Joined
- Feb 12, 2007
- Messages
- 150
In my case, it was my last career, before I FIREd. I was a speech pathologist (working in the nursing home racket). I was one of only three heterosexual male therapists in the area. The vast majority of my co-workers and supervisory personnel were gender-feminist bitches women, and I was made to feel personally responsible for every error, mistake and flaw in the therapy and documentation of all that were around me. I could do no right. The ineuendo and whispering, the arched eybrows and the back-stabbing voices dominated, but never anything substantial. My contracts got shorter and shorter.
Finally, having suicidal ideation and with my blood pressure spiking at 267/176, DW grabbed me by the ears persuaded me to give it up and RE. So I did. Nightmares stopped. Blood pressure now at 125/72, with the FI added to the RE.
I'm retired ... my former collegues and supervisors are not. I have my feet up in an easy chair in the middle of the day. They're still filling out Medicare reports, and running from building to building. He who laughs last ...
Finally, having suicidal ideation and with my blood pressure spiking at 267/176, DW grabbed me by the ears persuaded me to give it up and RE. So I did. Nightmares stopped. Blood pressure now at 125/72, with the FI added to the RE.
I'm retired ... my former collegues and supervisors are not. I have my feet up in an easy chair in the middle of the day. They're still filling out Medicare reports, and running from building to building. He who laughs last ...