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Originally posted by hahmike
i do 
its too funny. my father is one of those typical northern british working class "i love work" men. english people will know what i mean. "up ahh sixer clohck n ov tuh werk darnth pit n lovvin ih".
apparently i should love getting up at 6am after 4 hours sleep. apparently i'm lazy for not being up at 7am on a saturday morning. apparently staying awake until 1am means i've been up "all night". apparently i should love slaving 15 hours a day and getting paid fuck all for it. apparently beer consumption is directly proportional with masculinity.
i work half the time he does and earn four times the money he does. yet, some how, some way, he is smarter than me because his job involves physical labour whilst i "sit on" my "arse all day".
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Are we brothers? For sure we have the same Dad.
When he was alive told me to go get a proper job.
I worked as an office furniture salesman, was on a 4 week first class holiday in LA, where he lived with Mum in an apartment. I made £50k a year clear. He thought all salemen did was talk a lot.