A home-packed sandwich. Better eat it fast because your break is only 45 minutes. You’re a full-grown man, 52 years old, being bossed around by the 26-year-old who’s worked this dead-end job since he left high school. A full-grown man at the beck and call of children, being whipped around left and right. Turns out you have to sell your dignity to pay the rent, and the pay isn’t even good. If you’re late to work you get a shitty email from a cunt, ‘You’ve been late twice this week, please make sure your timekeeping improves’. The genius who sent you this email feels super important and goes home and tells his super ugly wife about how stressful his job is. How hard it is to "Keep the company running with all these lazy staff" because you couldn’t find a parking space on time. But don’t worry... there is happiness on the horizon. In 7 months and 4 days from now you have a holiday booked. It’s already paid! 6 whole days of relaxing. Just keep counting down the clock, it’ll come around faster than you realize! Nothing says you enjoy your life like hoping it vanishes as fast as possible. To squeeze the absolute most of a few days away from the plantation, the return flight is the day before you have to be at work. Get up at 6am pack, rush to the airport, fly all day, land at 8pm, get a taxi home, unpack, eat, clean up the house, sleep asap because have to be up at 6 again for work. If you are not at work on time you get another email :( That deep sinking depression? Don’t worry about it. Everyone has it. It’s just life I guess. No more holiday to look forward to, not yet. Gotta save some more money. Maybe next year? Just keep counting down the clock, it’ll come around faster than you realize! Nothing says you enjoy your life like hoping it vanishes as fast as possible. This is your future if you do not become rich. Slavery. And you’re not motivated to try? You better start trying:

does the "fuck" in "fuck bitches, get money." mean ignore or have sex with