Complaints, Complaints, Complaints

I get it. I’m one of the useless ones. I never want to be there and it shows. And who can blame me? I’m too talented and too passionate for this mindless, soul-rendering, empty, robotic shit. I’ve been stuck this kind of work for much too long, leap-frogging from one company to another to try to keep things tolerable, and I have no alternative options due to my learning disability. Everyone’s fed up with me and I’m fed up with having no choice. I can’t just quit because I need the money, and I can’t keep changing jobs every few years any more. It looks bad. My heart’s not in it anymore. I just have to grit my teeth. Why can’t I just win the fucking lottery so I can withdraw completely?

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