Anonymous
7/20/2025, 7:51:16 PM No.212970047
Firstie:
>wake up at 5am sharp to the sound of garbage men outside and homeward drunks screaming at each other
>sit in the shower for 5 minutes with head between knees, wondering if you really need this job
>get into car
>woops, no petrol, better stop and put half a tank in
>pay the cashier £120 and say thanks, but he is too depressed to reply, he simply looks at me with his vacant, puffy, black-ringed eyes with an unspoken sadness
>sit in traffic for 2 hours, brush away gypsies trying to "wash" my windscreen with their dirty bathwater
>arrive at job, get yelled at by boss for being 3 minutes late due to living in a very time-conscious society
>work in silence, as socialisation during work hours is forbidden and most colleagues can only speak obscure eastern european languages anyway
>cry on the toilet for 20 minutes during lunch, have to work the other 40 minutes due to staff shortages
>go home at 7pm to a tiny, cold, cramped apartment that costs me 75% of my wages
>eat cold cereal for dinner at a bare wooden table underneath a lightbulb buzzing loudly
Thirdie:
>wake up whenever you feel like it to the sound of waves gently rolling against the shore and tiki-tiki music somewhere in the distance
>eat breakfast of freshly cut fruit and locally grown coffee prepared by loving mother, who you are seen as a good son for living with and taking care of
>hop on a moped and ride 10 minutes to work, waving at everyone along the way
>boss is my uncle, he tussles my hair and tells me he's proud of the man i am becoming
>sit at bar all day on the beach, flirting with cute western tourists who find my dusky complexion and smouldering brown eyes exotic and exciting
>laugh at fat firstoids getting sunburnt and overcharge them for drinks
>walk into a store after work in my shorts and sandals to purchase a beer for the ride home
>wake up at 5am sharp to the sound of garbage men outside and homeward drunks screaming at each other
>sit in the shower for 5 minutes with head between knees, wondering if you really need this job
>get into car
>woops, no petrol, better stop and put half a tank in
>pay the cashier £120 and say thanks, but he is too depressed to reply, he simply looks at me with his vacant, puffy, black-ringed eyes with an unspoken sadness
>sit in traffic for 2 hours, brush away gypsies trying to "wash" my windscreen with their dirty bathwater
>arrive at job, get yelled at by boss for being 3 minutes late due to living in a very time-conscious society
>work in silence, as socialisation during work hours is forbidden and most colleagues can only speak obscure eastern european languages anyway
>cry on the toilet for 20 minutes during lunch, have to work the other 40 minutes due to staff shortages
>go home at 7pm to a tiny, cold, cramped apartment that costs me 75% of my wages
>eat cold cereal for dinner at a bare wooden table underneath a lightbulb buzzing loudly
Thirdie:
>wake up whenever you feel like it to the sound of waves gently rolling against the shore and tiki-tiki music somewhere in the distance
>eat breakfast of freshly cut fruit and locally grown coffee prepared by loving mother, who you are seen as a good son for living with and taking care of
>hop on a moped and ride 10 minutes to work, waving at everyone along the way
>boss is my uncle, he tussles my hair and tells me he's proud of the man i am becoming
>sit at bar all day on the beach, flirting with cute western tourists who find my dusky complexion and smouldering brown eyes exotic and exciting
>laugh at fat firstoids getting sunburnt and overcharge them for drinks
>walk into a store after work in my shorts and sandals to purchase a beer for the ride home
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