Understanding body language of the individual is the Rosetta Stone of deciphering and dealing with any personal exchange.

First, understanding various character traits likens to recognizing the different accents of the world.

People of certain tendencies broadcast their body language from a narrow bandwidth of their own various frailties.

This fact of life dictates one must first understand the basic characteristics of WCB Management and the Consultants given power over your life.

The men of WCB will leave you little doubt where all the missing socks of the world go. These men must then work with contemporary women of such solid stature that a train would opt for a dirt road.

WCB Management Staff are folk who hold very negative vagaries in life and feel as if they can better themselves through the maniacal destruction of others.

Recognizing body language is similar to remembering dreams. Just because one can see it vividly, understanding it is a questionable science at best.

Sometimes however the shadow on the wall, will tell all.

Once I started my protest on the street in 2014 I was provided a new WCB Vocational Rehabilitation Consultant (New VRC).

Quite simply, WCB would not have provided me a New VRC in 2014 if proper procedure had been followed by the VRC of 2001/2002. Due to her inept conduct in those early days I was immediately returned to VR Benefits in 2014.

The New VRC of 2014 exhibited the very same spineless nature as all WCB Management. A coward with a bitter edge.

Sitting is one of my major Physical Restrictions due to this injury. Anytime I crawl out of my truck I must flex and pace afterward. More sitting is the last thing I need after driving to any meeting.

At the first meeting with the New VRC he entered the room and announced how nervous my protest has made his co-workers. He then walked around the desk and straight up to me. Inches from my face he growled “I’m not afraid of you”.

Sometimes it is not about body language at all but rather the reciprocal of the straight-out spoken word. All WCB staff within Management have lived an entire life fraught with fear.

Since I did not recognize a question in his statement I said nothing in return. This left the New VRC inches from my face not knowing what to say next.

Sure enough, reminiscent of the Manager, his lower lip also started to quiver. Because I would say nothing, eventually he tried to spit out an explanation of why he would make such a statement.

Since he remained inches from my nose, at the milleisecond of his continuing explanation, I went rag-doll limp and stared at the floor.

Once he backed off and took his proper place behind his desk I presented a very obvious physical reawakening. I simply broadcasted the image of a recharged robot.

I could see the New VRC did not know how to deal with me once his attempt at intimidation failed so miserably.

I knew exactly who I was dealing with when the New VRC would not sit in his chair if I do not sit in mine. He is the dog that circles around and attacks from behind, (ACT 5).

I met a master of body language when the Manager entered the room. The New VRC tried to explain his reasons for not sitting if I do not. In one motion the Manager tossed his pen on the desk and himself into the chair like a baseball hits an old mitt.

Before his pen came to rest on the desk, between us, I saw it as the sword it represents.

The Manager then leaned back and put his feet up on the desk and both hands behind his head. I see this as the “Pet My Belly” stance. I cannot help but read this display as a person offering fearless, full vulnerability. 

Knowing the Manager is now playing me for position of most passive aggressive I slowly leaned forward and pulled a Kleenex from the box which is always sitting on a WCB desk.

I then stood straight and while looking the Manager directly in the eye, I carefully removed my glasses and began to clean them.

The only way to beat “Pet My Belly” is for me to go blind.

The Manager obviously knew I had trumped his act for he immediately planted both feet on the floor and sat up straight. Even though no paperwork was present he quickly re-armed himself as he grabbed his sword from the desk.

Clueless to it all the New VRC just stood there with his eyes darting back and forth, as if watching ping pong.

If you do not need glasses to read, get a costume set to fake a high respect for the paperwork WCB hand you.

The point of the glasses lens at which you then look at someone can broadcast several inflections. Removing your glasses is an art in itself. Pole-vaulting your glare over the frames can ten fold several expressions.

Know one thing for sure.

You cannot attempt to out-coward this staff. 

The best you can do is verbally broadcast an absolute never-ending fountain of politness. However, deliver that saccharine message with a body language expressing the edge of an epileptic oyster shucker.

Several avenues navigate the Art of Body Language.