I was still reeling from the realization that primitives have no concept, no idea, of “damage control,†when the business partner showed up and we decided to go to the big city for supper last evening.
It
still blows my mind, that when something bad happens to a primitive, rather than trying to minimize its impact, the primitive just sits there doing nothing and lets it all fall apart.
And then feels sorry for himself.
The primitives seem to have no more of an idea of “damage control†than ancient man had of germs, or medieval men had of the atom.
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As mentioned earlier, the brain-damaged primitive had two opportunities to contain, control, the damage he’d done--the first being
immediately talking with his boss before his boss found out about all the nasty slanderous things he’s said about her and his fellow employees, apologizing for it, and promising to be a better person thereafter.
That would’ve saved his job.
But walrus-face didn’t do that.
Having lost his job, the brain-damaged primitive needed to get a new one, and one of the best ways to get a new job is by having an unsullied reputation (deserved or not). And in this brave new age of the internet, and prospective employers doing intense background checks, one has to be very discreet about what one says on message-boards, especially extremist fringe ones such as Skins’s island.
So walrus-face had to be sure that his stupid comments got shoved to back pages wherever they appeared.
franksolich offered him a suggestion about how to do that, so that this whole sordid episode would be over with, and forgotten, in short order. All he had to do was show up on Skins’s island, explain and apologize to his fellow primitives, after which all would be put behind us, and quickly forgotten.
The brain-damaged primitive didn’t do that, though, and so his internet presence and his reputation for bad-mouthing people remains on the fore in any google search about his name, significantly hindering any chances of his getting another job.
The primitives have no more of an idea of “damage control†than prehistoric men had of photocopying machines.
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The business partner said I’m bothered by this--and he’s right--because “damage control†is second nature to me; I’m
always in “damage control†mode, and I think I’ve done rather well at it.
Being expert in “damage control†is important to me because I’m a deaf person trying to masquerade as a hearing person. (Never mind why, and I’m too old to change.) Because much of my communication and interaction with others is based upon frantic, wild guesses (on my part) about what’s being said or talked about, I make mistakes.
<<<can churn out mistakes in wholesale lots in just minutes.
I make more mistakes than I get things right.
And too, being human like everybody else, sometimes I do or say things out of malice and spite, which turns out a…..mistake.
However, I seem to do okay in life, because once I’m aware I’ve made, or am making, a mistake, I waste no time, spare no effort, in going into “damage control†mode.
