at work.
That's 4 days this week already, and I'm working the weekend.Marketing slave that I am.
Boo hoo.
And I'm poor.
How did I end up like this?
I know there are people worse off than me.
With lower paid more menial jobs,
but knowing that doesn't make me feel any less tired,
or exploited.
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Cheer up, you could have my job. Worse still, I can't even tell you what it is. That's science for you.
NS
Work is shite. I hate it.
I've been to a meeting this mornign where a Civil Servant tried to justify why most of people's jobs in the room had been put at risk by their ill thought out dictatorship.
Getting higher up the food chain may seem a comfort, but it just means that you can confirm that the people at the top are complete and utter braindead spastics... Braindead spastics in highly paid, secure jobs.
Cunts.
I would suggest that you consider the plight of the starving millions, but I'm not a sanctimonious twat.
I suggest you sign on as disabled. By the time you've claimed all your allowances, obtained a free car, and bagged a mobility scooter, you'll only be 10p a month worse off.
Work is for schmucks.
Try mopping up dog shit for a job. What I make doesn't even cover half my basic monthly expenses.
Too bad I love doggies. Damn.
Herge, I suggest you start prostituting yourself to make a living. The hours are more flexible, and probably shorter, too. (Hey, if you're going to be exploited, it might as well be by yourself, right?)
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