Posted by Glimmer
on Wed 6 Jan 10, 2:08 PM to Glimmer's blog.
The good old north east is getting battered with snow once more, but unlike a good chunk of the country we're just getting on with it. We've had it hard up here since before Christmas and not a word printed in the press - though as soon as a few flakes settle in the south, it's national news!
Us northerners may well be made of sterner stuff - I'm sure many a visitor to our region on a Friday night will have left with tales of women dressed in little more than dental floss stumbling out of pubs and clubs into temperatures struggling to climb above zero - though anyone working outside would be foolish to turn down the chance of coming inside to thaw out.
And so this was the case today. I work for a construction company and we are in rented offices. We have just made a deal with the building's owners to build an extension here. We have a handful of men here carrying out site clearence on the land we are to build on, preparing for cabins etc to be delivered next week. I had to go out to the carpark at lunchtime to retrieve something from my car and saw the poor souls huddled in their van, trying to defrost their fingers with the heater so they could hold a sandwich. Saddened by this sight I felt compelled to invite them to at least sit in the reception area of our offices to warm up. Never again.
Once they became acustomed to their surroundings, it started. Now these aren't the most cultured of gentlemen, and the odd raised voice, or dopey sounding guffaw is to be expected, but when they're peppered with constant expletives it becomes a little too much, and needless to say, there were some red faces in the admin department. Now I can swear with the best of them, but if I'm in an environment where it is not the done thing, then I won't. An office where people are engaged in telephone conversations with clients, compiling valuations worth millions, and trying to run a professional construction management business is one of those places.
Does this tie in with BDSM? It sure as hell does. Almost everyone I have conversed with from IC and other kink friendly sites either by way of email, phone call, or face to face appears to be in possesion of at very least an above average level of intelligence and common sense. Sure there is the odd dullard, but this seems to be the exception rather than the rule. Now, can the same be said of the 'nilla world? No. Not a chance. If you're in a supermarket at the 'fast' self service checkout there will always be a moron pawing the screen while telling their track-suited companion "They do my fookin' head in, these do." In every park there is a scrunchie wearing Vicky Pollard telling her kids to "Fookin' get 'ere now or I'll clag yer!" and in every pub there's a neanderthal hitting the buttons on a fruit machine like he's programming a super computer yelling down the mobile phone at his equally learned friend "Yeah, fookin' mad, me man" permiating his high brow conversation with very loud 'Hur, hur, hur's.
So, the conclusion - kinksters are clearly a better class of person than those of a 'nilla persuasion. Fact. And the hi-viz wearing muppets warming up in our reception area? I told them to fuck off back outside.
NB: No office staff were traumatized in the writing of this post.
| 8 Jan 10, 1:47 AM capital_dee UK(NW), 3 yrs  |
No good deed goes unpunished |
