Thursday, 25 June 2015

Changes to Life

The decision is made.

I used to be a mid-sized businessman, along with a couple of other guys. No more.

In a month, that all ends. I become an anonymous employee. Faceless amongst the crowd of the ordinary Men. Unseen, unremarked, unremarkable. Not going full-on Ghost, not standing out of the crowd either. My own cloak of self-chosen invisibility.

I become a chameleon, ordinary, hidden in plain sight - going through life unremarked, while still exposing the black poison in the soul of the world.

The Dark Man.
In a way, it's a relief.

Let me explain.

Part of what I worked for - sweated blood for - went to my ex-cunt in the form of ongoing dividends. She gets a final payout as things are shut down. Then, no more. (There's a certain amount of pleasure in shafting her that way. Greedy whore.)

Sure, as a businessman I earned six figures. As an employee I still earn six figures. Somewhat less than before. I can live with that.

As an employer, we had to deal with a lot of drivel. Employees were never a problem. We hired cautiously and well.

Business customers were tough to deal with. Late payers. Never-payers. Dragging your chain around. Advising a customer to do X because of Y, and being completely ignored. Getting ranted at when Y happens, telling them: "Hey, we advised X to protect you from Y. You chose to ignore it." More ranting ensuing. Firing customers. Threats of lawyers.

Stupidity uber allez.

Dealing with business stuff. Insurance. Key person insurance, indemnity insurance, X/Y/Z insurance. Accounting. Deductables. Cash-flow. P.A.Y.E. Overtime. Call-outs. New customers. Old customers. Reputation. Training. Schmoozing.

No time to take holidays. To the point of accumulating months of holidays. I have literal months of accumulated leave. No time, no time.

The worst, though: the IRD - the Inland Revenue Department. The taxman. Investigations. Squeaky-clean, we've taken pains to do it all right and above-board. The New Zealand Government keeps changing things, though. Accountants, lawyers, accountants, lawyers, accountants, lawyers. Having the accountants and lawyers say that you're good - and the taxman saying "not so fast boys".

Sorting that out, over and over and over. Opinions. He said, she said, from Accountants and Lawyers. Precedent. What precedent? That precedent! Doesn't apply.

It all leaves you...tired.

I swear, the New Zealand Government hates business. Which is ironic, because it's business which generates jobs and taxes and shit which keeps society and the government going.

So they tie you up in a shitton of red-tape and make you jump through fuckin' hoops. Just like modern narcissistic women having their shits-and-giggles with guys. We are the business-PUA, dancing like monkeys and jumping through the hoops for government validation.

Government. Taxmen. Morons. The fuckin' lot of 'em.

Now, a final judgement from the taxcrapman. Never mind years prior. Never mind the Accountants opinions. Never mind the Lawyers opinions and precedents. Nope.

So. We could fight it more. But fuck it - shut down instead. We're all tired of this bullshit. Time to cash in the business.

I had various options. I thought of taking some of them. Early retirement - sell the house, sell the business, sell the investments. An easy good-sized chunk of cash in hand. Overseas. Internet business. Freelancing. That good shit.

Live in a van down by the river. More accurately, a campervan on the road. Travel New Zealand. My ultimate retirement plan, earlier than planned on, but what the fuck.

Or become an employee. Somewhat less paid. A shitload less bullshit to deal with.

Less to feed the slavering beast that is New Zealand's Leftist Government. Less stress in life. And - holy Mary, Mother of God! - actually being able to take holidays.

Plus, still accumulating for: holidays, ultimate retirement, and wtf might as well try a small-time internet business idea or two. Who cares if it fails, it's something dumb and stupid to putz around with.

My private time - my private life - no longer involves keeping as much as possible coming in and as much as possible out of the taxman's hands. No more long hours working on proposals for customers which will be ignored. No more long hours keeping things going. No more long hours keeping the taxman from grabbing at everything that's not nailed down.

Starve that lice-and-tick-infested beast. Let someone else have that stress of making jobs for these leftists to suck the lifeblood out of. It's playtime...

...more time for me...

...more time to do things like walk through the bush and along the beaches and up mountains.

Still here. Just gonna be somewhat busy and distracted for a while. As the last bits of crapola are sorted out over the next 3-6 months. As we give the taxman and government the metaphorical final finger. As things are wound down, shuttered, boarded up, closed.

Peace. Time to bask in the sun. Time to look up at the stars. Time to laze on the beach. Time to smell the grass. Time to bathe in the sea. Time to relax.

Time simply to be and enjoy life in my own way.


  1. Well, there is one downside: you are expected to toe the company line as an employee. That means being careful with politically incorrect statements, for example. Watching your tongue gets old after a while....

    OT: how much sense does this guy make? (No, it's not me):

  2. I'm generally careful with my tongue. Being contracted out, you learn what you can and can't say. Even so, I've put some beauty politically-incorrect statements out there. They're still hiring despite that. If it bugs them, if they fire me, then fuck'm. I still have the other two options available to me. I can hit either of those refreshed, revitalized, and able to enjoy my life even more.

    No idea when I'll be able to go through that guy's stuff. Still have a month of bullshit to deal with properly, then relax for a bit.

  3. Campervan heaven, you really should go for it. I'm on the road now, renting for a month or two when I find a nice place, traveling for fun.

    It's always money or real estate - what do you own, how much, moneymoneymoney - with the women now. It's hilarious - white men created all this prosperity, safety, toys for our women and all they and their government do is take.

    Well, freedom is there to be had still for a few more years. It's not perfect if you want a great woman or want to do something impactful in society but this is not the time in history to work. This is time to play and love every second of any crash that comes... and give it a good push along the way!