Just imagine having a 24-hour 365-day contact high from all those boner pills. I'm feeling faint just thinking about it.

I could see you trying to maintain a 24 hour boner, just to see if you’re up to the challenge

Clear the snow off your nice neighbor's car and pee on your weird neighbor's car.

So my coworker who gets up at 4 in the morning to work for an auto repair company until 12 then comes to our warehouse to work from 2:30 to 11:00 is actually going to try and take on the asked 3:30 to 2 in the morning shift for the next 3 days because he needs the money.

So if he's going to do that then **** it, I guess I'll take the extra hours too. Rough it up in the gulags.

Oof sounds unsustainable

Man would you be in for a shock if I told you about my job

You don’t want my life but you definitely want my job

I wouldn't want any job that would have you for an employee.

Then what kind of job do you want

He doesnt want any job. He only works in to justify his complaints.

Sometimes I wonder

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Not true. I work to hone my misanthropy in general. If I avoided human interaction too much I might forget how **** all you people are.

If you could be hired to your dream job right now what would it be

No it doesn’t, not all jobs are alike or even close to it. The amount of freedom I have to do whatever I want is incredible, just because I have a “job” doesn’t mean I’m a 40 hour a week slave that’s drowning in monotony

Only cucks say cuck.

100%

No I love the satisfaction of problem solving and happy clients

My dream job is to be a part of an embezzlement scheme where money launderers are accidentally sending money to my account due to the similarities between the kingpin's and my name and because they don't own the bank they can't find out that I have the money but I move to LA anyways because they're dangerous drug lords, then I make friends with Elon Musk and get sent to Mars under a witness protection program.

I provide something that is necessary for businesses to function and the people there don’t have the knowledge to do it themselves

Prostitutes provide a luxury

So I don’t see them as the same at all

But I can understand why the concept of working with “clients” could turn someone off

Right on

So take the free money and buy a rubik's cube.

You enjoy being a grovelling servant?

You're selling yourself and pretending you like it, whore. I know middle class white folk are programmed to think of servitude as "opportunity" or "self-fulfillment" or what the **** ever but that culture is very much like some CEO has their hands up your parents' assholes giving you sock puppet corporate indoctrination from the day you're born.

This guys a cop

Bro he'd totally be a corporate downsizer who walks in smiling before figuring out how to not give half the employees severance packages.

There’s nothing corporate about my job, it’s all small businesses with like 5 employees. Generally happy, pleasant people. And “servitude” lol you’ve clearly never felt what it’s like to walk in somewhere and you are basically treated like the almighty savior that will fix everything and make it all better. Not because I did anything special, but just because I was friendly and confident while helping them. It genuinely is fulfilling as ****. Your pessimism is crazy man, not everything in the world is as bleak and miserable as you think

Get a face tattoo and smelly dreads and see if you're treated like a white guy with a sensible haircut. Also try speaking to them the way you'd speak to people who aren't clients and see if they still like you (ignore if being middle class has erased your ability to be anything but "business casual" at all times). Their good will is dependent on you acting like a proper servant. Not making it as explicit as bowing and saying "Your Majesty" doesn't do anything but hide the servitude in plain sight.

Having a face tattoo and dreads leads to discrimination, which sucks. I get that

Having a “work persona” and making shallow, friendly connections with people is enjoyable to me. I don’t want to be doing it all the time but for ~15 hours a week it’s nice.

I guess by the most basic of definitions you can call it servitude but that has darker implications than I would ascribe to my job

Yeah like I said middle class culture raises people to be like this. You can't just be satisfied with yourself, you have to be satisfied with at least your parents' quality of life and that means being someone who is as inoffensive as possible and who can put on a suit or business casual attire and project as little personality as possible so employers and clients won't have anything but the things they want from you projected onto them. It's basically an attempt to erase you and leave only the desired cog. If you like that then you do you but I do not want that lifestyle and reject it with extreme prejudice.

I'm just looking at the bottomless cigarette with undisguised lust.

So then what does your current job do for you from a satisfaction perspective that this kind of job can’t?

I can keep it without pretending to be a good employee.

You still have to do a bunch of miserable **** all day

I worked those jobs man. I know that life

But I don't gotta be a fake smiling yuppie poseur. You seem to like being that so go ahead and be you. I could never do that even if I tried and wouldn't even want to try.

He'd have me if I pretended to like my job. And you're just going to quit this job to get another garbage job in a week. You're not solving anything or working toward anything, you're just putting off having to admit that you have no future.

And yet it's a factory job where you'll be inhaling deadly fumes and then you'll bitch on MB about your guitar case cough even though you knew about it before you even took the job. Will you even learn how to make guitar cases or just how to work a position on a line in a guitar case factory?

All the punk women at the guitar case factory? If there are though at least that's a legit perk of the job and not just the opportunity to hone your fakeness until twenty years later you realize the few friends you still have are all just as boring as you and your kids are now on the same bland conveyor belt you are.

A few weeks ago we went to a conference where I sat and listened to people talk about interesting stuff for a couple hours then we left and my boss took us to a giant golf amd arcade where she bought us awesome food and beer and had a great time. That was my full work day.

Oh god you're looking for a wife? Might as well get frosted tips and start calling yourself Brad.

Conference. "Interesting stuff". Golf. Partying with the boss. The only interesting thing about you anymore is when the facade drops and you start trolling like a childish twat. At least that's probably something real.

Poor white folk actually do have their own culture. It's just that nobody respects it.

It may not be interesting but god damn is it a fun way to make a lot of money

*prays at closet altar of Lenin for the revolution to start any ****ing day now*

*throws brick*