Sure, everyone's saying that you just HAVE to get used to it, because this is gonna be your life for the rest of your life (i.e. if you die before the universally-accepted retirement age). Really a matter of a chore over choice.
Fucking fledgling foetal careers that we're supposed to carve out by living on a little more than a couple thousand banana notes a month. Where is the fucking point in that. During the internship they call it an allowance.. my parents give me a fucking allowance, not you blood-sucking scum of the fucking nefarious world of corporate ding-nads. More amazingly, this allowance is recommended by our beloved insitution of higher learning so as to standardise things. Well, I guess that's alright then, since companies are giving all of us an enormous chance at the high life by employing interns to do the jobs of part-timers at 20% of the wages, then gliding through with the vicious cycle by making fuck-ass comments like "busy? need an intern?" Well fuck all of you.
I'm gonna live in the hope that someday I'll be able to get out of this cycle that confines myself to an office chair, one with rollers and an ergo-fucking-nomic design, 10 hours a day. Gotta work towards that.
Another day tomorrow. Countdown to the weekend. T-3 and counting....
posted by Da Buffalo! @ 12:46 AM
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