whole post is justBeing married.
There's no other job where you're expected to work 24 hours a day, get more work added onto your sentence via children, get yelled at for using your vacation time, yelled at for going to work, yelled at for having goals, yelled at for expecting to be appreciated, yelled at for expecting to have fun, yelled at for expecting to enjoy life and then it costs you everything you make and double that if you try to quit.
Truly, no worse job on this entire fukking planet.
And don't try to say "Oh but you have live-in p*ssy!"
Most married men are either tired of their wife lame stale p*ssy and gettin it on the side or ain't getting p*ssy at all ....so it ain't a factor.
excerpt from this bookI'm seriously thinking about writing a memoir on what went on during the two years before I got my current job though. The , fukkery and bullshyt was on 100 from the other places was
LMAOOOOUnloading trucks.
Did that shyt for one day and never went back.
It was only me and one other guy that showed up that day, so we each had to unload entire tractor trailer trucks with boxes averaging 30lbs filled to the truck ceiling.
It took us longer than the whole 8 hour shift, and they only paid us 8 hours. I was sneezing every second because of so much dust on the boxes. shytty headphones broke about 3 hours into the day so I was bored outta my mind. When I got home and closed my eyes, all I saw were boxes.
Came home with my whole body aching and a fever.
And that shyt was $10 an hour.
Never again man.. smh.
Delivering papers. Truck would drop off a few bags for the route, I had to sort a bunch of flyers and then put them in the community paper and go around my block delivering them. All for like a penny a flyer. Putting together for like 60 houses would take like a hour then another hour to deliver end of the month I'd get like 150 dollars and I had to do that crap like 2-3 times a week.