GloriousFight
I Hope My Death Makes More Cents Than My Life
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- Mar 13, 2021
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I work in a company's accounting department. My department is mostly foids, and the remote work team from the Phillipines are all young foids under 30. The office is in Los Angeles so there are women of all races, creeds, ages (23-late 60s), skin colors and all. But of course it skews Latina.
And the more I talk to foids, the more I convince them that I'm not a scary inkwell, the more I realize I am absolutely nothing like them. They talk to me about their lives outside of work as if I have any iota of commonality with them. They talk about meeting a "cute guy" who unfortunately hasn't gotten over his ex, getting annoyed with their lower tier guy friends being flirty, complaining about their new boyfriend's teenage son being a cunt, complaining about their husband getting fat as he spends his day towing cars, complaining about how their husband spent too much money to go see the World Cup in Qatar, it's just an endless stream of unrelatable shit. I have an easier time relating to dogs who whine as they're hungry
And the more I talk to foids, the more I convince them that I'm not a scary inkwell, the more I realize I am absolutely nothing like them. They talk to me about their lives outside of work as if I have any iota of commonality with them. They talk about meeting a "cute guy" who unfortunately hasn't gotten over his ex, getting annoyed with their lower tier guy friends being flirty, complaining about their new boyfriend's teenage son being a cunt, complaining about their husband getting fat as he spends his day towing cars, complaining about how their husband spent too much money to go see the World Cup in Qatar, it's just an endless stream of unrelatable shit. I have an easier time relating to dogs who whine as they're hungry