I like having a job. I like learning new stuff and being to able to talk about what I do to others while they pretend to care. I feel like it gives me purpose or a will to live. That’s a lie. I like being able to buy random shit if I want to, knowing that I might have to put in a couple more hours on the clock to afford it. So really, do I like having a job- meh. But do I like having things- yes.
This may be the end of me.
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precariousowl said:
this post inspired me to get my ass off tumblr, and look for a job. so, thanks.
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