soapboxdiner In which they can all fuck off Trust your peers, they say. I don't think "they" have ever been unceremoniously pushed out of financial security through mean and petty retaliation from those in power. But fuck it. Whatever. "They" don't get paid $14/hour for the shit "they" put up with. You're so obliging, they say. No shit? Shocking. When security in your way of life depends on your ability to humbly kowtow to the unreasonable and ethically questionable antics of people in positions more powerful than your own, it's a skill you develop. But fuck you a little bit of a lot. That skill isn't borne free from "I have a brain, asshole." I just prefer to not open myself up to unnecessarily political situations for sport. But come at me anyways, bruh. Developing the goodwill and faith of one's peers and chain has its uses. I guess. Whatever. Fuck. For $14/hour, can I just get a little fucking break from the bullshit? Love, SBD 6:36 pm - 06.27.17
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