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Fed. bureaucrat for 30 yrs., sitting on my ass and shuffling papers. The agency was/is 75% female, one of whom was my late wife. Anyway, her daddy, who drove a logging truck in western Wash., believed that white collar sedentary jobs for women only. Without actually saying so, he probably thought I was a sissy-boi.
But I tell ya, when I was doing heavy labor summers during high school, working part-time in the meat dept. of a retail grocery store part-time during college years, and humping with the US Army infantry, I yearned for a nice, soft, sedentary career. And my wish came true.
I got sufficient macho jollies during my adult life with sports and fitness, until old age and aching joints set in, long after retiring.
It sounds like you don't really belong there. Why did you move there if you don't mind me asking?
As usual I got knocked off track from my original plan,but I had mentioned a few posts back that we were trying to move to this area from across the country but it was nearly impossible competing for rentals so I just grabbed one of the first places that would accept us and go from there.
The whole area isn't too bad,it's just that some circumstances have hindered us from moving to the bigger towns...
Fed. bureaucrat for 30 yrs., sitting on my ass and shuffling papers. The agency was/is 75% female, one of whom was my late wife. Anyway, her daddy, who drove a logging truck in western Wash., believed that white collar sedentary jobs for women only. Without actually saying so, he probably thought I was a sissy-boi.
But I tell ya, when I was doing heavy labor summers during high school, working part-time in the meat dept. of a retail grocery store part-time during college years, and humping with the US Army infantry, I yearned for a nice, soft, sedentary career. And my wish came true.
As I mentioned I also did alot of physical jobs earlier in life,but around here they expect you to grind yourself into the ground until an age where you'll need hip replacements etc. I guess to those 'tough guys' it's a race to see who can 'tough it out' til the end. No thanks,this thinking guy is into self preservation
As usual I got knocked off track from my original plan,but I had mentioned a few posts back that we were trying to move to this area from across the country but it was nearly impossible competing for rentals so I just grabbed one of the first places that would accept us and go from there.
The whole area isn't too bad,it's just that some circumstances have hindered us from moving to the bigger towns...
You wanted to move to the PNW so bad you did it even though it meant you had to live in Forks? Have you been there for a winter yet? Get the tarps ready.
Can't say. I suppose your chances of progressing toward wimpdom is proportional to the size of your cute little work cubicle.
I'm a 70 year old wimp, mincing around my cubicle this afternoon drinking a soy latte, sniffing incense, listening to show tunes and thinking about all the non-manly things I'll be doing when I retire in two weeks: painting and cooking and birdwatching. I've never been a manly man, and neither was my father who made his living as a musician. I hate watching professional or college sports on TV - real men love to do this. This in spite of the fact that one of my grandfathers was a coal miner and the other a machinist.
The dictionary says a wimp is a "weak, ineffectual, timid person." And I suppose the fact that I know what a dictionary is and can actually use it is more evidence of my wimpy and effeminate nature.
I spent six years working with court-ordered domestic violence offenders. They called guys like me "suits" and assumed we all made tons of money for sitting on our rears in cubicles doing non-manly things (in fact, many of them made a lot more money than master's level therapists like me). As men, we are in their eyes failures and ineffectual.
What kind of modern society would you have if all you had were guys doing physical labor? You wouldn't -- because the suits and thinkers are needed as much as the machinist and coal miners. Why guys in the trades feel that have to constantly put down "suits" like me is a mystery. Guess if I were more "manly" I'd understand.
Seriously, dude, why do you care what these uninformed and immature pinheads might think about you? If you don't like the area you're in, move some place where you'll find men who don't give a crap about appearing "wimpy" to others. Which is most of the country.
I'm a guy. I have done hands on hard labor. It sucks. Middle aged dudes tell the younger guys to get a better job unless they want surgery to remove calcified growths on their knuckles from all the wrenching, or messed up knees from all the kneeling, by the time they're 35.
I was doing this at a tire shop and also odd jobs at some day labor place during college. You bet it motivated me to go home and open those books and solve all them differential equations.
On the weekdays I sit at my desk and write computer code.
On the weekends I go out to my shop where I restore classic cars. I grind, weld, sand, paint, wrench, lose skin, acquire bruises, etc. Then get in one with no A/C or power anything and drive around some. Or get on my 35 year old motorcycle and ride around.
So I guess I'm half-wimp.
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