I drag my lethargic body out of bed at 6am, miserable, depressed, angry at the world. Force feed some slop, get dressed and head out.

I fight traffic, the bane of my existence. It’s a good morning if I don’t lose my temper raging at some cocksucker who cuts me off or drives erratically.

Then I arrive at my fucking piece of shit suburban office park. This is my prison.

I sit hunched over at my windowless cubicle for the next 8 hours. I’d rather be anywhere else. The environment is physically, emotionally and spiritually draining. My soul has already figuratively turned to stone, yet somehow this place continues to draw more out of me.

My coworkers are despicable subhumans. Not a day goes by that isn’t full of gossiping, complaining, sarcastic comments, passive aggressive behavior. Misc thinks I’m a negative person, but this is where it comes from. This forum is where I let it all out, and most of my anguish is absorbed from those around me.

This morning I had to listening to a female coworker bitch and complain for 30 minutes about wearing winter clothes. Sounds trivial, but if you heard the tone and volume of her voice, it would set you off. She was yammering about having to wear a coat and not being able to wear the “bright colors” of her summer outfits (ded fkin srs). Of course her work besties validated her bullshit.

My boss added another pointless Teams meeting to the calendar. He gets to WFH, but we have to go into the office every day. And appear on camera (presumably to torment me).

Then another female coworker started bragging about her upcoming trip to Puerto Rico. Must be nice. Where the fuck do they get so much vacation time? Meanwhile, mine accrues at 5 hours biweekly, so it takes 16 weeks to get one week off. God forbid I get sick. I can’t even make a fucking dentist appointment without blowing through PTO that, to me, is more valuable than gold.

All this for a measly $55,000 salary. Haven’t had a raise since fall of 2024. I stretch my budget razor thin to avoid living around degenerates, junkies, criminals, scumbags – the types I grew up around. Trading my last bit of cash for a slightly better quality of life. This means no savings, no investments, no future.

I used to be so happy and energetic. Not long ago. Now at 29 years old I already feel broken.

Tonight, I’ll arrive home an exhausted, empty shell. I should go to the gym, but I’ll probably crash on the couch, stuff my face with junk food and doomscroll for all 4 hours of freedom.

Then I’ll wake up at 3am because my NEET downstairs neighbor is yelling at the top of his lungs from mental illness/video game addiction. His screams are like knives plunged into my broken heart, laughing at me because he’s the one who is truly free.

I wish I could go back in time and not be born poor brahs.

Why does it have to be this way?

Guarantee my coworkers are worse

oh dago dago dago

listen son u can't keep doing this

why are u so afraid to change ur life son ?

people with dreams are milking u dry and laughing all the way to ibiza

while u stay at home worrying how u are going to fund lockdevs new endeavour

ur 20s are gone son next up is ur 30s

people will take everything from u if u let them srs

OK, here's the plan....

Bail on your job without notice, go all bust out fraud to where you borrow a bunch of money thet you never pay back to get some supplies, as well as cashing out your 401K or whever to buy a van or RV to live in, then just bail to Slab City, CA and get on food stamps, then bankrupt everything.

It doesnt have to be forever, but doing fukall for a year or two will be good for you.

Thats 3.25 weeks of vacation time annually. Its not horrible, lots of people only get 2 weeks in this country. Sucks you dont have separate sick days than PTO, but its not horrible for the US. I do agree, sucks when you see all these eurofags getting fulls months off at a time and a very light schedule by comparison. But youre not the only one and plenty have it worse.

So you haven't had a raise in 1.5 years, you should get an annual CoL raise, shit company to not give you one. But its not like years upon years. And if you are on MISC during the work day this much and always so negative, i'm sure people in RL see it too. If you want a raise play the game and just pretend to like those people.


You're barely into adulthood, you are not locked into career at 29. Do something else. $55k is shit, you're right, you can find that else where that isn't killing you. Grow a pair and clean up your resume, and start job hunting.



SRS, go work a trade, interns/apprentices pay more than what you are getting. You will work around men that cut up and swear and fuck around and youre not in an office. If youre soft you can be an electrician like Goobah and piss in jugs too. (honestly electricians once you finish your 10K hours and get your J-card is pretty cushy) youll cry your first year pulling wires and digging ditches, but you wont have sluts crying about their wardrobe.

That's why you need $TDS. Throw $50 in there and by Christmas you'll have $30k to ease the pain. Srs

Have you considered therapy

misc is his therapy, he does this at least once a week

Get on trt, and you’ll be happier

Tldr

Become a tradie they paying basic laborers like $25 an hour at these data center jobs

GuineaDago585 woke up at 6:00 a.m., like a man being personally dragged out of existence. He force-fed himself slop stared at his ceiling, and wondered why evolution had cursed him with consciousness. Then he braved traffic, the universe’s way of saying, “You’re not ready for freedom yet.” Every lane change was an act of war, every missed turn signal a betrayal. Somewhere on the Obnoxious Brutes Misc section, someone typed: “brah just touch grass.” GuineaDago585 imagined punching them through the screen.

He arrived at Suburban Office Park, Building C—the ninth circle of fluorescent hell. His cubicle had no windows, motivational posters that laughed at him, and coworkers who specialized in emotional terrorism. One woman complained for 30 minutes about having to wear winter clothes instead of summer colors. GuineaDago585 posted to Misc: “30 minutes. I might snap.” Someone replied with an Antonio Banderas gif, and he nearly cried in recognition of its brilliance. Then came the Teams meeting notification. His boss, safely WFH in sweatpants, would gleefully watch him suffer on camera. The Misc, as always, offered sage advice: “loop a nodding video, brah.” Genius.

Coworker #3 bragged about a Puerto Rico vacation. GuineaDago585 did PTO math with the intensity of a NASA engineer calculating a rocket launch: five hours biweekly, sixteen weeks for one week off. He posted: “Misc, if I sneeze I’m financially ruined.” Responses: “same brah.” Comforting, somehow.
$55,000/year, no raise since fall 2024, and budgeting like a gladiator in a post-apocalyptic Kroger. Savings? Joke. Investments? Myth. Future? Laughed at him.
At home, the couch won over the gym. GuineaDago585 doomscrolled the Misc like a survival skill. Threads included: “Rate my microwaved hot dog” and “Neighbor breathed near my car—WWYD?”. Peak content.

At 3 a.m., the downstairs NEET neighbor screamed at video games like Mozart possessed by demons. GuineaDago585 lay awake, realizing true freedom was apparently yelling into a headset at 3 a.m. and laughing at the universe.

Through it all, he returned to the Misc. Because the Misc understood. Where else could you declare your life a disaster and receive seventeen responses that simply read: “same.”
GuineaDago585 endured. Not because life was good, not because it would get better, but because somewhere, another Misc poster sat in a cubicle calculating PTO like it was wartime rations, and together they whispered the sacred Misc mantra:

“strong thread, brah.”

I have told you this before, as have others, the only way to change your life is start doing something different...

If I hated my life and work as much you apparently hate yours, I would have changed careers long ago! Super DFS

I’d give detailed instructions to you on how to fix this, if I thought there was even a tiny chance you’d follow those instructions.

Hey partner, I'm not going to be a jackass and give you risky & haphazard life advice like the other poo-sniffers in this thread. I just want to tell you to hang in there and try to find a bit of comedy in the absurdity of the situation. Modern society is so ridiculous. It really is. People are more retarded than ever before. And for the few sane people left, maintaining falla sense of sanity is a constant struggle.

Just hang in there, my friend. I feel your pain.

I have to spend maybe 4 entire weeks a year in our main office in New Orleans for meeting, admin crap. It's one week each quarter. The rest of the year I'm traveling or offsite in rural places and outside.

It's so miserable, I can't even describe. First it's a 1.5 hour commute each way, sitting in traffic with mongrels for most of it. Then you get to the office and you're just in fake lighting all day, office lingo and wimps. Then an even longer commute home. You can actually feel your test levels dropping in real time. I don't know how people do it every day, for their whole lives.

sorry brah, i thought the walls were thiccer

Go take chances my g.
I was looking at crane jobs in canada. Mfs pay guys with under 1 year experience 60 bucks an hour.
Go do that nccco crane certificate.
Then you have a high paying skill that lets you chill 300feet up in the air.
This lets you save some actual money. And you can take time off from working all the time.
Unlike yo dead end job

You're in your head too much dawg

Man up g

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OP I had to work with 2 guys that were both nepotism. Probably the worse situation you could endure . One trafficked drugs all day to support his blow habit , all the while I’m stuck doing all the work and he gets all the credit lol .
He came 20 minutes away from dying once , and I wouldn’t have felt sorry for someone who died after doing mass quantities of drugs for the last few decades .
Then we had this sociopath in the service department that would take every opportunity to fk me over in an effort to get me fired , as he wanted my position.
And if thats not bad enough , try going through life with a micro penor . Srs it’s been no cake walk

he's sitting in a cubicle 8 hours a day, 5 days a week staring at a buncha nothing

how could he not be in his head? wut else is he supposed to do?

same to pretty much everything- a couple tweaks but we are living parallel work lives. I go home and do parenting stuff after.

What I would like to do is find a job where i can listen to podcasts all day- maybe like an assembly line worker. Dead srs

But it would mean going back to borderline poverty again. Right now things are ok financially so it's hard to leave that- even when I hate my life

Dear diary, how do I stop being a loser?

Quit acting like one

His job? Or look for another one

It's not that complicated

I try to help op with practical advice and got negged lmao

Dumb af

Therapy isn’t gonna fix your life it’s just gonna be some dumb liberal cunt telling you to do breathing excersizes or whatever retarded shit

He's a red troll. Probably Wincel