I used to be poor. I still am, but I used to be, too.
I’m upper-poor now.
I did my dues in share houses and hatchbacks from the late-80s.
But if you work really hard, you’ll be like me one day and can pay 100% of the rent with a car from this century in the driveway. The trick is eating less, working more, and not letting anyone tell you the office toilet paper isn’t for employees to take home.
A severed leg is the perfect stocking stuffer.
Fuck McDonald’s. They spend hundreds of millions to intentionally target children with their deceptive advertisements for unhealthy food that’s designed to be addictive.
I’m no longer cutting myself every day, and attempting suicide every month, I’m so much better than I was, but I’m still so far from where i want to be
Hey, you already made a huge and important step in the right direction. You will get there. Im rooting for you!
I wouldn’t work at McD’s again, just the constant beeping, Friday night rushes while understaffed and the dumb colleagues remind me of many not great memories.
