
Saddam
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- Joined
- Nov 9, 2019
- Posts
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I am at the point where I would happily die in 5 years time if it meant I could spend that time not working.
I worked for 2 fucking days last week (office was closed over new years), and now I'm back into the 5 days on/2 days off dichotomy which will continue for the rest of the year and the rest of my life.
Fuck everything about this shit so much, ESPECIALLY the fact that you're expected to jump through hoops for the opportunity, work like a dog getting degrees in shit that takes you a day to learn how to do, AND BE GRATEFUL FOR THE FUCKING OPPORTUNITY.
Not to mention you'll probably have some feminazi line manager who gets paid twice your wage while contributing absolutely nothing to the company.
I honestly can't believe the suicide rate is as low as it is. Why, HOW can people go from school/uni/college where you get like a third of the year off in holiday, are surrounded by friends, doing chill, easy stress free shit even if you are incel and compare that to spending 95% of your workdays sat, chained to a fucking desk, looking at the clock and wondering why you haven't killed yourself.
I worked for 2 fucking days last week (office was closed over new years), and now I'm back into the 5 days on/2 days off dichotomy which will continue for the rest of the year and the rest of my life.
Fuck everything about this shit so much, ESPECIALLY the fact that you're expected to jump through hoops for the opportunity, work like a dog getting degrees in shit that takes you a day to learn how to do, AND BE GRATEFUL FOR THE FUCKING OPPORTUNITY.
Not to mention you'll probably have some feminazi line manager who gets paid twice your wage while contributing absolutely nothing to the company.
I honestly can't believe the suicide rate is as low as it is. Why, HOW can people go from school/uni/college where you get like a third of the year off in holiday, are surrounded by friends, doing chill, easy stress free shit even if you are incel and compare that to spending 95% of your workdays sat, chained to a fucking desk, looking at the clock and wondering why you haven't killed yourself.