danielmoss
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This shit is emasculating. Think about it: you’ve got another grown-ass man (or woman) telling you what to do! You’re out here like, “Yes, sir,” “No, sir,” “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, sir,” “Is this good enough, sir?”. You sound like a bitch.
Bruh, you're out here seeking approval like a desperate becky over chad. Every little thing you do, you’re like, “Oh, I hope Mr. Corporate Daddy approves of my Excel skills!” Dude, you’re a grown adult... Your inner man? He’s sobbing. Your higher self? In shambles! Forget about being the king of the jungle, you’re the ultimate corporate bitch.
Your boss literally controls your life: what days you can breathe, when you can take a bathroom break, and when you're allowed to act sick. “Oh, you’ve got the flu? Prove it, take some photos with today's newspaper!” And if you’re unlucky enough to have a family emergency? Oh boy! Your mom could pass away, and you still gotta dial up Big Boss Daddy like, “Uh, sorry to bother you, but I need some time off to bury my actual creator.”
You’re a disposable piece of shit. You get fired, and it’s like, “Well, guess you weren’t that important after all!”. You and nothing mean the same thing.
Thank God I escaped that nightmare. I started my own business, and I swear, I will never be trapped in a 9-to-5 again. Why would anyone choose to let someone else tell them when they can eat, sleep, and breathe for the rest of their lives?
I refuse to call a man daddy for a paycheck! Nope, I’m outta there!
Bruh, you're out here seeking approval like a desperate becky over chad. Every little thing you do, you’re like, “Oh, I hope Mr. Corporate Daddy approves of my Excel skills!” Dude, you’re a grown adult... Your inner man? He’s sobbing. Your higher self? In shambles! Forget about being the king of the jungle, you’re the ultimate corporate bitch.
Your boss literally controls your life: what days you can breathe, when you can take a bathroom break, and when you're allowed to act sick. “Oh, you’ve got the flu? Prove it, take some photos with today's newspaper!” And if you’re unlucky enough to have a family emergency? Oh boy! Your mom could pass away, and you still gotta dial up Big Boss Daddy like, “Uh, sorry to bother you, but I need some time off to bury my actual creator.”
You’re a disposable piece of shit. You get fired, and it’s like, “Well, guess you weren’t that important after all!”. You and nothing mean the same thing.
Thank God I escaped that nightmare. I started my own business, and I swear, I will never be trapped in a 9-to-5 again. Why would anyone choose to let someone else tell them when they can eat, sleep, and breathe for the rest of their lives?
I refuse to call a man daddy for a paycheck! Nope, I’m outta there!