Podience, remember when we spoke on you feeling like an imposter with imPOSTERIOR SYNdrome? Not only is it a cardinal white-collar sin, and insidiously puts the syn in synergy, but I reveal in today's episode that feeling an imposter is mostly not your fault! There is this WC cancer that infects, multiplies and convinces its hosts that they're suspect and, their own hard work, they should reject. It is what I call tier gaslighting of the corporate persuasion. You have likely experienced this firsthand or observed it in startling detail with a colleague. Today, we will nab it and nullify it until it is effectively neutralized. Many apropos quotes await along with an uplifting nugget. Unwind, with me, the daily grind, and this tier gas, let us dissipate, in tandem, as we clear the area and make the air, and our workplace space, more breathable. Happy early Halloween you grotesque gentlemen and ghoulish gals. Listener beware and prepare-- for white-collar warfare. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, have you ever suffered an accusation labeling you too strident in your stubbornness or of being overly loyal? Taken or shelled out in appropriate doses, they can prove real virtues, but an overdose on either can manifest into the anesthetizing of a friendship, co-worker relationship or of your own sense of reliable direction. If you remain too stubborn, then you morph stubborn to stubburn, bridges, burn! You may burn a bridge, or several, if you remain stubborn in your approaches, actions and accusations. How will you retreat back to the other side of this metaphorical shore when your self-ignited conflagration renders your escape hatch of a bridge tattered and moot? Today, I will share a story of a stubborn hero, of sorts, I will dabble in the Korean, Vietnamese and Japanese cultures, and bless you with the unholy refreshment of not one, but two personal nuggets! Unwind, with me, the stubborn daily grind, until, like that cinder-riddled bridge, it is nothing but a distant memory. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, we have reached the biblical numeric of 40! This terrestrial rock we casually inhabit may have had to learn the undersea art of snorkeling for 40 days or so, but at episode 40 of Chemohawk Sessions, we are breathing good, well and fine. Welcome to an episode that offers a remedy for the toxicity of a dumb*** WC committee. Here, I will remind you how amazing Michael fstars Keaton is, I will recite a slew of insightful quotes, and, per usual, make obscure, but fitting connections to shows and films. Are you a paid slave with no voice and, sadly, not speaking for the voiceless, Podience? It is ok if you are; many find themselves in that political workplace committee plight. Let my Falsetto voice sing some soothing tunes for you as we unwind the daily grind. Be kind, Podience, as you unwind, and listen to "Killer" by the ambivalently attractive FKA Twigs at the end of this session. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience... boo! Did I scare you? It was a well-intentioned fright attempt, I assure you. Today, you will note the unsettling music at the onset of the episode, laden with foreboding. This session is meant to accomplish three separate tasks: to frighten you into aural submission, to offer an audible sacrifice to the ghoulish Celtic pagan gods, and to give you a loose script of things to tune your ears toward in the future. Falsetto Prophet will traverse many conversational pathways as we roll right along, dear listeners. From writing to history, slick flicks, and cancerous misery, an abundance of alleyways will be traveled. Happy premature Halloween you scorned specters, or do you prefer misunderstood monsters? It is 2022; new ghouls, new rules. Podience, revel in delight... you're in for a fright. -Falsetto

Podience, do you lack the will to lead? That is perfectly satisfactory for you may intentionally sidestep leadership roles as they neither tickle your fancy, nor are they a poison you pick. But... a lifeform who is in a leadership role better fstars lead, have the sac to make gut-wrenching decisions and exude a compassionate inclination rivaled only by their shrewdness. Today, I utilize snippets from the great thriller film: All the President's Men and moments from Band of Brothers in tandem with a novel I am reading on the very subject, Ronald Speirs, and his unforgettable leadership! Do I expect your white-collar buffoon of a carbon-based, crisp-collared M&M to sprint into the fray, behind enemy lines, batting away German potato masher grenades? No. What I do expect is for a leader to participate in self-reflection, self-analysis, and self-deprecating, when appropriate, to evaluate and re-evaluate their position in the corporate calamity of WC affairs. Be a leader. Lead. Do not be ensnared by the trap of greed. Unwind, with me, the daily grind, and if your boss is Lieutenant Dyke from BOB... you are in a real fstars bind. -Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) Tune in soon for my first episode of Whiskey Wednesdays with Wam Bam Kam. Drink up, Podience. 

P.S. #2 (Procrastinated Statement Number 2) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, it is a recurring treat to be your steadfast Falsetto Prophet host. Are you adept at observing the ineptitude of your corporation? If so, both in being adept, yourself, and maintaining a keen eye for inefficient, wayward colleagues, this Chemohawk Session was composed just for you. Today, we will elucidate the topic of Value Stream Mapping, elimination of workplace refuse, mic drop grand quotes, and compare a fully functioning workplace to the lean introduction of the 80's action thriller: Predator. Not only do I adroitly encapsulate a Predator dialogue, but I concomitantly incorporate a Predator related tale into my personal nugget. Soon, I will be embarking on a new book in the audible digest of Chemohawk Sessions with my main man Wam Bam Motherf****** Kam. Whiskey Wednesdays commence soon, and as that warm whiskey soothes our throat and gut, our hot topical dialogues promote scuttlebutt. I am, in a word, excited. Unwind, with me, the daily grind. Listen to this at first light or after twilight, whether tired or wired; I am here to steer you to a safe sanctuary far removed from the diabolical, draining workplace. -Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, how sexy, mellifluous and commanding is your voice? If you think the tonal quality of your vocalizations is superficial, then you are neither super nor official. In the WC world, how you speak, your command of audible projections and the sexy factor of your voice are all colossal considerations. You know whose orders I would blindly follow, and happily so? Vin god**** Diesel. You know who I would sit patiently perched and alert for as they verbally doled out a three-hour training seminar? Rosario fstars Dawson. Sexy voices engender rapt fstars attention, dear listeners. That quote about speaking softly and carrying a sizeable stick... I say modify that to read: speak softly, slowly and sexily; you will have both friend and foe by the short hairs, their attention so engrossed in the wavelengths of your utterances, they are deaf to all ambient surroundings. Today, I will satisfy you with quotes, cinematic props, and a confession nugget so true... Pinocchio's fstars nose would actually recoil and shorten in length. Unwind, with me, and recognize both the day's smiles and cries. Make your bed, Podience, and embrace the sexy inflection of your tongue, tonsils and, if cursed with a sh**** voice, think outside the voice box. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, if you want that wondrous WC position, first you must apply and subsequently interview for said position. Today, we will elucidate, with quotes, dialogues and relevant research how to master stroke the oft unfunny joke of interviewing. You must exit your own body and look at your interview through a bird's eye view; you can see more and more vividly from an aerial, objective vantage. I am joined by my former partner in WC crime, brother in corporate, keyboard typing arms: Brother F****** Brooks! The man with every conceivable contingency plan. If a contingency plan possessed an fstars plan, he would be the foreman of that construction site. Not only does Brooks keep it real as f***balls, but he also brings topical quotes of his own and floors my Falsetto Prophet jaw when he mic drops, much to my stupefaction, an apt quote from the mouth of gangster-robbing, philosophizing and undeniably likable Omar Little from The Wire! Unwind, with me and Brother Brooks, as we tag team the recalcitrant daily grind until it taps the f*** out and submits. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, these Podience Sessions are proving to be both exhilarating and exhausting. It is a f****** joy to host and create a calming Chemohawk environment where guests feel warm, welcome and remain well-spoken, but editing these longer sessions takes a toll on Mr. Prophet. The toll, I remind you, is well fstars worth it. Today, we extrapolate the unexpected advantages profanity yields and how to wield a powerful lexicon of wicked words while sprinkling in college-approved multisyllabic ones. We also divulge, through many apt quotes from shows, films, scholars and business gurus, the truthful core that foul, flippant language can expose. I engage in a real verbal judo sparring session with J-Dawg as we pontificate on life, strife and the lingering disclaimer that if you spot the heat around the fstars corner, leave no mementos, no nostalgic garbage in your workplace desk. Thank you, Robert Deniro, as the glacier cool thief, Neil Mccauley, for that resounding insight throughout the crime caper film, Heat. Thank you, J-Dawg, for the intellectual stimulus and candid confessions. Unwind, with kind language, the daily grind, dear listeners and remind one carbon-based customer to go fstars themself until they fall into a lagoon overflowing with famished gators. -Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.

Podience, as one who carries the fortunate torch of the gift for gabbing, I could easily talk to you all the live long fstars day. With that knowledge, I concede that hosting guests for Chemohawk Podience Sessions offers a vocal variety and encourages me to think outside the triangle, that is right... boxes don't control us, and remain temperate in my approach on this exploratory ascension towards the apex meaning of life. We have a dear non-biological brother, a fellow partner in white-collar crime (an artistic Falsetto expression) and gentleman as gentle as he is a no-nonsense tough f****** hombre, Tim Takko, on today.  I took the time to edit this mammoth monster of discourse and include a traditional Falsetto introduction filled to the gills with quotes and movie segments... I even drop a Boston accent for your aural pleasure. Unwind, with me and Tim Takko, as we labor away to allow you to achieve just that... a masterful unwinding of your mundane daily grinding. - Falsetto 

*In my quest to abet truthful expression and facilitate the comfort of my guests, this episode employs use of colorful f****** language. Enjoy!

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.