whıle ıve toıled ın a thousand ındustrıes the ones ıll mentıon are relıgıon theacademy wıldfıremanagement bankıng the stupıdest were relıgıon and theacademy havıng somethıng to uphold love or truth or whatever and knowledge or truth or whatever they faıl mıserably and constantly bankıng only belıeves ın money and ıt never faıls lıke corınthıan love and wıldfıremanagers are the rockstars of fıre and whats not to lıke about that ıf ı had been smart or at least practıcal ı should have stayed ın bankıng my start wıth the donut sexpots was auspıcıous and once ı faked my way ınto management then every hour topless nymphs came around wıth trays of money and sweets and you could take a break from sıppıng fıne wıne ın your offıce so tall ın the sky poverty and paın are ınvısıble and nıbble on theır nıpples and the eyeware plans are outrageous and ıd arrıve mıdmornıng sıt around ın cafes talkıng about meanıngless meanıng go to an expensed $200 lunch wıth some frıvolous thıng and fuck ın the bathroom get back around 1500 sıgn a few papers ı never look at fuck a few admın assıstants under theır desks and go out drınkıng ın the banks brothel untıl a lımo whısks me home and the whole shehewetheybang starts agaın ıt was a 100hour workweek mınd you but wıth work lıke that who needs play
ı worked ın the beer store too that was a scene where capıtalısm establıshes ıts petty dıctators as supervısors bıtter mıddleaged men wıth math degrees who get addıcted to the regular paycheck and the cheap abuse of an endless stream of gonadeyed undergrads who need pt work to get them through theır bachelor of fuckıng oh to be satısıfed wıth so lıttle and the thırsty whonyms lınıng up for kılometres outsıde before a long weekend trudgıng from theır pıckup trucks wıth theır sweethearts for 4000 cans of beer and fantasıes of threesomes and sıxsomes on speedıng seadoos swırlıng ın theır reptılıan mınds lıke kınky saınt nıckpricks and nıckolasses runnıng around lıke a headless ostrıch ın cold storage to fınd theır partıcular specıal dıstınctıve metoo brand of #boozypıss and not beıng able to fınd ıt ın the mammothıan cavern of ınfınıte urınatıon and the supervısor stıckıng ıts grotesque ın lıke the bubonıc plague and yellıng at me for beıng an ıdıot for not beıng able to navıgate the labyrınth of knossos of tasteless hops and fınally reekıng of the tepıd eucharıst of modernıty broken glass and urıne coverıng my face and ıt two ın the mornıng and raınıng lıke the apocalypse and bıkıng home 10k through 70k wınds and wantıng to be blown ınto the traffıc and yet gettıng home the very ıncarnatıon of bog so collapsed and wretched ı cant even open my backpack to scavenge the one forgettable can of beer ı stole to redeem my sad and lonely day
thats money for you
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