Tedious Faux Alpha Male

Went to a meeting yesterday – round a boardroom table – around 20 people with whom I work, but rarely get the chance to hear how things are going for them.

It was good, – useful for everyone to get their experiences off their chests-, until one of the team leaders invited my reaction on a specific point.

At that point a man, another “attendee”, interrupted to snarkily berate me for not taking notes.

It took a couple of minutes to take in what had just happened – long after I’d attempted to finish my answer.
And what struck me wasn’t how appropriate or not scrawling would have been. I’d already made that judgement call.  All I could think was…

you tedious faux alpha male.

It felt good.

In my twenties, I’d snatch and deflect it and attempt to hit back – who’d he think I was – his bloody waiter? How self-involved was he that my conduct in the meeting had an impact which compelled him to announce to the room my transgression?

you tedious faux alpha male.

When you wake up in the morning – do you take a big breath in preparation for the noise you’ll make… for a grateful world to hear.  There’s no interpretation required.  We are expected to listen.
And preferably, take note.

I can’t muster the energy any more to engage with your worldview.
But find my silence routinely allows you to belittle yourself with your big big maaawff.
In this country, right now, we’re expected to celebrate your heroes –

you tedious faux alpha male

heroes – Gordon Ramsay… Surrallan Sugar… – even though they themselves are acts for fake television constructs.  But you like to make believe this is the way it is.

All hail you.

you tedious faux alpha male.

NEEDLE RATING… 5.2 (quite noisy, quite irritating)