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Originally posted by stocktrader23
Those who know, know.
You start working for yourself and make more and more money. Pretty soon you are making more money than you ever have before, and the whole time you're having a blast.
Next thing you know you are fucking spoiled rotten. No matter how bad shit gets you can't imagine going back to a real fucking job. Pushing pencils or running somebody elses business? Me fucking run your shit while I take home a whopping $7 a fucking hour? I'd rather fucking die!
You push yourself as hard as you can because theres no way in hell you could ever do that again. No matter what happens you'd rather live on the street than have to punch a fucking timeclock. You are going to do whatever the fuck it takes to make money you can call your own. It may be a pain in the ass but it's YOUR pain and YOUR ass. You'll get lazy and shit will go wrong. But when it does, you can damn sure figure it out and you will survive. You WILL do whatever the fuck you have to for things to work.
And when your wife or girlfriend says you work to much and/or don't spend enough time with them you will tell them to fuck off with their spoiled ass because NO FUCKING WAY you are going to let your business slide to the point where you have to sign your name to a job application.
Aside from the fact that I can no longer force myself to work for somebody how do you people get by on $5, $10, or even $20 a fucking hour? I don't have much of anything but $20 an hour wouldn't fucking touch the notes on what I do have.
Beware noobs, once you reach a certain point there is no turning back. You would rather fucking die.
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It's the damn truth man. I should print this out and staple it to my wall....
You CAN be a good person and do this job. As long as I see the evil -- and as long as I know what I'm being selfish about, I can live with myself... This job gives you time to look and see how the world works -- sometime's it's pretty, sometime's it's not.
You are right though -- I'd rather live in a cardboard box accessing the internet through WIFI than working a 9-5... I have some backup plans -- but they this job holds onto you with a tight grip... The grip of manhood -- the grip of freedom of mind and body -- friendship -- even identity... When I look back at my life -- it's as if this is my destiny. I think we will be slipping through these cracks for a long time -- the cat is out of the hat -- the internet is rocking the world... we should be remembered fondly... let the legend live on.
