My Father was not built for “retirement.” Sure, you never truly retire from his line of work, but, still, he was not happy being put out to pasture. He had muscles and little adipose fat, on his death bed. Never once did he forget his mission, and he instilled this ethic in me. No matter my roles, all more trivial than his, I built the best product teams I could, often in very politically hostile Silicon Valley. As “social media” became prevalent, was made disgustingly aware of just how Leftist, cucked and stupid many of my colleagues with fancy titles, and degrees were.
Have a large number of completed and “unpublished” posts, a few went up for an hour or so, and I decided I had crossed lines and boundaries that were not appropriate. Or, they were pure garbage, not worthy of wasting anyone’s 3 minutes. My first few weeks of forced retirement were very depressing (I was fired from a great role acquired in 2022, taking a new product line to market, for one of the most successful and independent companies in my consolidating and commoditized industry). That happened in very early 2023, with no warning. I was doing great work, had only positive feedback from the myriad folks on a technology “core team” that collaborate to get a complex offering to market.
A “Product Manager” often must thread the needle, see all the disparate interests of groups like development/engineering, sales, the customers, support, finance, the guys who build and warehouse the product. Took a while, but we had that esprit de corps. Until someone, likely in a spook agency, likely called the GM of my Business Line, and told him to shit-can me hard. I had also flown in to HQ in mid December for a “Christmas Get Together.” It was my first time in any of my employers offices in 3 years, as I was a Pure Blooded, Grandma Killing, anti-vaxxer. I am sure I said something that triggered someone. Because, despite my erudition, I also, do not give a flying fuck about how I package the truth, to those inured of it.
My wife and I are financially well off. Our house had appreciated 50% in 4 years, and our investments were solid. While nowhere near as wealthy as 95% of my friends, we lived pretty simply (except for my car!), with the vast bulk of our time and focus on eating great food, exercising, and avoiding toxins. For the entire 35 years of our marriage, we have managed money and income well, and lived clean.
Despite not really having a daily schedule, I have a plan in my mind from the first few seconds I wake up. Mostly I assess what hurts, is sore, or is fine, and decide if I lift, run, cycle or do yoga. This morning, after an easy Sunday, my legs felt great. Took the little 4 year old boy out for sprints on the beach. Our favorite, as being a kid, setting a jogging pace is not his forte! We did wind sprints, 100 meters or so. Long for a little boy! We gave it our all, he dropped in to the sand. Exhausted after 45 minutes or so. He is a Product, being built. I was to my Father as well. Mornings in Central Texas, many of them cold, in the garage “boxing ring” hitting the heavy bag (100 lb leather, Everlast), working the speed bag, jumping rope. First hit that bag it barely moved. I was in awe that when Dad hit it, it deformed, and jumped. I wanted to be like Dad. Pushups. On my fists. At 6 years old. Forging something strong.
Then it was heated yoga with Tereza and Christine, the two women I love. My legs hurt! Still, I went from wide legged forward fold mid-class, right up in to a tripod headstand. The pretty teacher came over to straighten my legs so they pointed straight up. No idea what she said to me, but I think it was Bulgarian for “good job.” Nobody else in class was upside down! Hana, the way too young vixen of the class (she is a Pomak, a type of pure, Caucasian Bulgarian that converted to Islam many hundreds of years ago to avoid being slaughtered!) came over to high five me on the inversion, and invite me to take her out again on a lunch date. I passed, Tereza asked me to “please don’t bring that woman in to our circle.” And, my Father’s ancient words, when I spoke back to my Mother rang out, “Your Mother is the most important person in my life. I love you both, but I put her first.” And, I honored Tereza’s request.
I’ve got a very interesting job offer back in the J-USA. Tech is very intriguing to me. Company is flying, not young, but had been small until a year ago. They need someone to lead Product Management and Product Marketing, for, as the CEO noted, “hyper-growth.” Both ladies in my life love Bulgaria, and so do I. For my wife and I, happiest we have each been in at least 15 years. Since, Obama and the Struggle Sessions become increasingly obvious. Normally, my brain plays out all the variables, and I have an answer within a few days, but it has been a week, and the offer will not last forever. I see myself in the role. Would move Tereza and her two children to Utah. The CEO is Mormon. That would be tough on the kids, who also need to see their real Dad, who is not a bad Father, just a shit husband. It also could mean I get going in the role, the FBI or some Sayanim/Mossad agent calls the CEO, and given Mormons are as jew cucked as Christian Zionists, they mention I am an “anti-Semite.” I sure as hell am.
Tereza was excited to live in the USA, not even sure she has ever visited! Christine initially said no, until she heard it would be the highest salary of my life, with a lot of equity!
What is a “day well spent?” Is doing sprints with a young man who will grow in to a fine example of the White Race productive? Is, living simply in a pretty place, meeting new people, not corporate drones, better than a fat paycheck among the throngs of a dying society? I would miss my new friends in the rusty, Bulgarian Muscle Head gym. I like seeing my mornings well spent there, adding more plates to my power-lifting routine, my buddy Dimitar has me on! I like seeing my old physique re-emerging, I love having a second wife who can actually cook! Christine has small moments of jealousy. When Tereza tightens and adjusts my tie before Church! When she cooks something I love. Pretty women are even prettier when jealous.
Likely going to stay in Varna. I just need to re-define, A Day Well Spent.
Hail Victory, and best wishes to my friends in America. Not over here shitting on My Nation. I do so wish it would cast off the disease though. The Evil Star of Remphan.
That's right, those Mormons are. Job doesn't sound like a good deal, as nice as those Mormons might be. Things are not going that well over here. Next 6 yrs could be quite hellish. So, if you don't "need" that job then ???
Well, if you ever make it to Utah, look me up.