I hate working.
I work at the very least 50 hours a week at the most 70 hours a week. Once I did 80 hours.
Work feels like a prison. I feel like they keep me there with the promise of more money and promotions but in the end it's to watch me slowly die. Someday I'll retire. When I'm too old to move. My hair is either grey or gone or a little bit of both. And I'm all hunched over. With nothing left to do but walk a small dog around the mall until I eventually die alone. Not remembering who I am or having anyone to remember me.
Work feels like a prison. I feel like they keep me there with the promise of more money and promotions but in the end it's to watch me slowly die. Someday I'll retire. When I'm too old to move. My hair is either grey or gone or a little bit of both. And I'm all hunched over. With nothing left to do but walk a small dog around the mall until I eventually die alone. Not remembering who I am or having anyone to remember me.
