Like, yeah, money is and will be a problem, I am up to my neck in debt. But I feel like I’ve just been released from prison. I just finished my first year as a civil engineer. These fuckers didn’t like me from the beginning, abusing me with all kinds of undermining, racism, professional negligence. My supervisor, some fuck my age, a nick fuentes type, had been sabotaging me all year, funneling me with dog shit assignments. Corporate culture is a scourge on humanity, this is the devil’s work. Demonic stuff. Lovecraftian without any of the charm. These people are fucking psychotic. There’s a reason that ‘laws of power’ book is so popular, it’s a tome on how to be a sociopath and survive.
They let me go last week. This same ‘supervisor’ texts back today ‘Hey hope you’re doing alright. We have an expense check for you. I could swing by or mail it to you’
Like, ewwwwwwwww, holy fuck no. i know It’s pretty essy to find someone’s address but I’m not going to go out of my way to invite this chud over or validate his feelings. This is ridiculous, I need the money but I also don’t want him rounding up his 
bros and showing up at my apartment with pitchforks. Maybe I’m going crazy but I genuinely see corpos as a different race of people that I’m definitely 100% racist against.
Says a lot about myself that I tried fitting in with the borg, I just wanted to learn engineering and earn a living. I didn’t think I’d have to grovel in front of the head capitalists at the firm and play act like 50% of the time. Am I supposed to be doing a good job, or maneuvering around some boss’ cryptic feelings? And then the hopefuls, the bootlickers. Absolute miscreants jesus christ. Trying to find the next best person to throw under the bus so they can look better? Guess what, it works folks! I tip my hat to this pathetic shit. These people are giddy to get coworkers fired, this is worthy of study via lobotomy. My career might even be over before it began. Took me like 7 years just to get to this position. All fucked because of the three chud gammons I worked with, particularly the Nick Fountain douche.
What was I even thinking being earnest about my job within the halls of capitalism, like even with all that theory. Grade A dumbass, now that is psychotic. It’s almost all my fault entirely, really.
I had a high school maths teacher that started teaching the same year I started high school. He seemed… bad at explaining maths in a digestable way and also not the best at handling kids, so we wondered why he was even a teacher. A year or so in, I overheard a different teacher talking to him once joke “oh, if [other maths teacher] gives you crap for the way you teach again, start displaying your PhD at your desk in the office”.
Now, even then, I knew that a man with a PhD in maths teaching at a public high school was completely ridiculous. Turns out he used to be an actuary in the corporate world, and gave that up after it basically destroyed him. Getting that six figure job out a huge strain on his marriage, social life and mental health, apparently way worse than doing a doctorate and actuary accreditation exams. He had a nervous breakdown at work a few years in, quit his job and he and his wife moved to a small city/large town to start fresh.
The stress of teaching teenagers in a public school isn’t insignificant, but it was exponentially better than what he was doing before. Human lives are numbers on a spreadsheet, which is soul crushing by itself, and then the culture on top of that was just too much.
Now, this man was in fact dogshit at teaching maths to teenagers (apparently being in the top percentage of maths geniuses in the country doesn’t automatically make you good at explaining maths), but that’s a different story.