Nerds and the Hell of the Helpdesk

I'm a rerlatively nice guy... truly am... I treat everyone with a basic level of equal opportunity... I hate everyone equally.... well, thats not true, I treat incompetant asshole manager pricks like the fucking doorstops they should have been born to be...The point is that I’m surrounded by Nerdlings… Not just yer average nerds, but we are talking absolute, complete, under the Britannica defining moment of fucking Nerds… we are talking geeks so bad that they must have lived their entire high school existence in the bottom of whatever dumpster was available kind of nerds…Forty year old men who won’t speak to a woman if spoken to, who still live with their fucking mothers ala Norman fucking Bates… real time freakshows I’m telling you! I mean I don't know if that counts as some form of bigotry or what? Some might say it is, but I too, was once a nerd. I just had it beaten out of me and now people tend to attribute my geekiness to saying "The Army made him a bit strange." whilst making the 'loopy-finger-at-the-side-of-the-head' sign.
Truthfully, it makes my life easier… they leave me the fuck alone. The word is already out, through my stories and anecdotes about my past few years, so a health dose of fear is going on as they think I'm fucking whacked in the grape. Of course that doesn’t stop me from reaching for the can of nerd repellant that I keep on hand for emergencies… it smells like fresh pussy for those of you who want to know… nothing like the smell of a wet woman’s crotch to scare off your average geek….that and to attract ever cat within 500 meters as the fish smell really draws them in. Ahh hell... Guess a paycheck makes it all right?


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Submitted by pratmeister on Wed, 11/08/2006 - 22:58.

You sound like a real charmer. I bet you get all the ladies with all that class.

Submitted by Mister X on Wed, 11/08/2006 - 23:08.

this isn't going to turn into a name calling war. One can only hope.

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Submitted by Bent II on Thu, 11/09/2006 - 03:05.

I'm not going to call names...but Rak, I gotta ask you what kind of women you have been with in your life because basic daily hygiene could not have been their top priority.
However, I realize this was not the point of your whole rant. And I could not help laughing while I read that even if it was vulgar. The Nerdlingers...yes I have known many. Usually there is at least one in every office, but God, not an entire office of them.
Many years ago in another job we had one who used to start his day with three or four cans of coke. He used to bring them in his coat pockets. His teeth were rather rotten (go figure) and he used to wear tan cords every day. I think they were the same pair, and they were rather tight fitting around the..ah...crotch area because of course they were always hitched up slightly. The one thing that stood out about this fellow was that these pants tended to accentuate that fact that he was unusually well endowed. Like a boa constrictor crawling down his leg. He seemed oblivious to this, as he did to most external things. Those guys tend to live in their own worlds. And yes, he did wear thick rimmed glasses as well.

Submitted by Rakkasan101st on Sun, 11/19/2006 - 00:08.

Yepper... Vulgar is my middle name! Been a while since I checked in but thanks mucho for the support. Pratrmiester probably hasn't read all my other posts from the past year or two, but what the hell do I need with the ladies? I got me a Goddess that married me knowing full well and good what a swine I was/am, and took me warts and all... much to my shock and the horror of her family...
The Geekazoids/Nerdlings are circling too...
seems now that our combined training is througfh, I took top honors in the class... 1st at Technical Knowedge and Top honors for Leadership... which has painted a big fat bullseye right on my back... I can hear the sharpening of the blades already and have had a confrontation about my "aggressiveness" and "foul language" from this hypocritical fat sonofabitch I'll call Khristian Jim... he's claiming his virginal geek ears are vilolated when I 'blasheme' (sp?) or some shit... Like I told him pojtn blank... I give fuck-all about him unless he interferes with the Mission... then I researve the right to carve out his skeevie heart still beating and place it on my altar of sacrifice to Mars, as well as nailing his scalp outside as a totem in front of my Wigwam.... fuck him and the rest... HR is just happy that I curb my homicidal tendancies and refuse to kill during business hours... any ways, holler later and thanks!