TrueForcedIncel
Paper bags mog me
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- Feb 13, 2018
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So just quit my latest wharehouse job because I couldn't handle the work load on my back. I spent 10 hours being trained by some fast talking ghetto black bitch who laughed out load at every co worker interaction, what a fucked up laugh she had sounded like a straight up ghetto bitch. Of course as usual it was the white college educated fucks that where in charge and behaving in the usual "I love my job" attitude, made me want to puke. But anyways, once I left from my first shift I woke up the next day feeling like I had been run over by a train. I then knew I couldn't go back as I would never make it givin the fact that i just can't do many Manuel labor jobs because my body isn't built for it. So now I'm gonna have to go reapply else where since I do need money to pay off my fucking debt. But I'll specify that i can only do 8 hours a day because any more and I'll have mental breakdowns to the point of wanting to kill myself. The job life is a fucking nightmare and anyone who thinks this is anyway to spend the few decades of life you have as an able bodied person can go eat dog shit. This is truly a horrible way to go about life. At least in the past era's of humanity I would have probably died in some war by now instead of this slow mentally excruciating death into oblivion.