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>>17745764
SHUT UP GO AWAY

>be 28 yr old virgin
>finally give up and hire a prostitute
>undress
>before i can do anything i let out a massive BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP
>awkward silence
>she laughs but tries to stifle it
>my dick instantly shrinks to its normal micropenis size
>room starts to smell
>too embarrassed to continue so i call it off
>over $300 down the drain
>still a virgin
What the fuck do I do guys? I had my chance and I blew it. Now I cant even get a different whore because she probably told all her work friends. How could I have fucked up so close? How can I get my investment back? I just wanna kms fucking hell.

I got SIBOS'd AGAIN

WHAT THE FUCK

I'm financially NUKE'd

Deflationary shitcoins reeeee

So yesterday all that fudding and the Hotbit flash crash was all orchestrated by insider whales shaking down us normal folk...? This has got to be illegal...

I'm going to call the FBI or something unless you fuckers do one of the following

>Sell my bags back to.be at $0.12 a Vidt
>Dump the price so I can buy back in

You owe this to me you criminals

>currently on my way to my wagecuck job to waste 8 hours of my life with an excruciating manager
>already demoralised after seeing a Stacey with blonde hair and blue jeans, along with other assorted qts

>on Thursday I was thinking to myself "2 of the next 3 days have no work"
>spent most of Friday in the near empty office because everyone worked from home with little to do, comfily wasting time without my boss to watch me
>left at 5.30 and went to my flat for the weekend and felt hope
>wake up on Saturday and have a comfy coffee and internet browse before 9 am, wasting time but with lots to spare
>go to gym, go for a walk in the hot sun, go to library, walk around central London, have coffee, have McDonalds
>wake up on Sunday and browse internet and drink coffee but feel a bit more guilty for wasting time
>not as sunny as Saturday; day has a languid and pointless feel: work is tomorrow
>go jogging then go in to central London to walk around a park and then the city of London
>despite the hear, the energy and hope of the previous day and Friday evening are gone; the bleak Sunday evening is approaching
>have a coffee, have burger king, but it all feels so rushed
>go back to flat and browse internet
>now it's 11:05 pm and I'm listening to mid 00s nostalgic pop punk to get high on nostalgia before I retire to bed and have work tomorrow
>job is slow paced and easy and I will leave it in a few months but my boss is an EXCRUCIATING normie who is threatening to fire me for being a quiet autist and it's putting me under pressure, though only a low level one (I won't be ruined financially)
>not looking forward to going home in the evenings after work and having to choose between exercise and edification

I currently have a low paid but fairly prestigious job in London. If I do well I will make around £50k per year in a few years, which will allow me to save a lot per month and feel comfortable but won't be enough to buy a place in London. This is a job where it is very acceptable to work not a minute more than 8 hours per day. The work feels kind of pointless on one level but is definitely more impactful than most places.

But I am in my late 20s and I thought I would do better. I am such a sperg, I am lucky to pass any job interviews. I will apply for entry level investment banking jobs but have no other life plans.

Someone who graduated from university at 21, did some boring job like audit at the big 4, and worked for 8 years straight up, would be making lots of money at my current age.

I really have no skills that couldn't be learned in 10 minutes, despite having done a technical degree. I only have a CV with baubles. I have no expertise in anything. I could go and be an accountant and I would be around 32 when graduating with the ACCA. But it would feel like giving up my life in the corporate void while still being behind. Even 8 hours of work feels like too much.

I feel like not being in tech proves I'm inferior and missing out. But programmers rarely make more than £70k in the UK and work on pointless shit.

If you're not in medicine, high finance or (Oxbridge and then) law, there's really not much in the UK.

I have no social circle and I'm ugly and my social skills are horrendous.

>Vidt's team has no ethnic minorities

This is an outrage... It's 2019!

Boycott Vidt

Working in an open plan office (or working at all) is excruciating. It's so hard to focus because of the talking. My manager is judging my every social move (he openly hates me for being a sperg).

Oh my God, I could've chosen to start in late October or early November but I chose June. FFS, I have to go back to the office from my lunch break soon. Everyone else is an NPC assimilated in to the hivemind who can eat lunch in the office or with others.

At least I went jogging this morning.

I can remember walking around my hometown just a few months ago, living with my parents, with no rent to pay, walking on the early really hot summer days. No boss, no schedule, just freedom.

I'm currently coming back from a fucking boring day at work. I came in late so I had to stay late. Now I just want to binge on junk good but exercising today to feel less fat would use up all my free time. So I will have to wake up early tomorrow to exercise. But I am trying to work out when and how to exercise to optimise sleep, weight loss, psychological benefits of feeling less fat, and also getting in to work earlier.

I've seen at least 5 Staceys on the underground just coming home. Plus another Stacey on the way to work.

All small talk at work was awkward as fuck. Some of it was about the cricket world cup. My boss wants to fire me so I see everything he does (and everything his manager does) through that lens.

I walked around my office building at 6 pm and there were still people there. And this is not a company known for a heavy workload.

I took a longer lunch break that necessary just for alone time. The open plan office is like a hivemind where I feel my IQ drop to assimilate in to the vacuous blob.

If only I had worked more at those minimum wage jobs when I lived with my parents. I could've saved more at a minimum wage job there than with this job that looks good on my CV and pays much more but which requires me to pay London rent.

I had nothing to do at work. Less than 1.5 hours of work in 8 hours.

Every binge comes with a promise of change. It's the only way to rationalise my fat loserness to myself. After this last binge I'll stop having binges until I have lots of money saved up. Shall I give up £3 coffees as well?

My computer at work faces everyone so I can't read novels on the screen or anything like that. I can read books on my phone on the underground train but it feels so utilitarian and efficient, turning reading in to work.

>living in London
>have a boring office job filled with women and my manager hates me
>have high rent; could have lower if I had friends to live with but I have no friends
>save very little money
>working 9-5 saps my soul
>on the first rung of the career ladder but so are people 6 years younger than me
>career will depend on peer assessment and trying to convince committees of normies that I am a normie (and failing)
>save only a few hundred each month
>see Staceys everywhere and it's painful because I'm an ugly loser

How the fuck do other employees afford houses and holidays?

How the fuck do other employees come in from commuter towns every day and not be suicidal?

I'm not in high finance or management consulting, therefore I'm a fucking sucker.

I live in a little cuckshed flat.

I only have a few hours of free time in the evenings on weekdays.

>wake up too early but can't get back to sleep
>browse internet and drink coffee for about 20 minutes
>go to work
>9/10 white t shirt, blue jeans, long brown haired girl gets on the train and it's demoralising as fuck
>get to boring as fuck job with my horrific boss who has signalled that he will fire me soon
>boss ignores me a lot, signalling my doom
>nothing to do but no way to slack off in an open plan office
>leave work after 5 pm and go through the London rush hour demoralisation process: seeing office Staceys everywhere
>yesterday on the underground there was literally a pack of 3 jailbaits with slightly older males; it was obscene how jailbaity they were
>binge as soon as I get home, hopefully for the last time (seriously); haven't exercised since Sunday
>waste evening on internet
>realise there's no question time on tv

I am starting another job in a few months. If I get fired from my current job I will have to live in London for that time. I could move to my home city but I'd be giving up my rental deposit of over £1000. Rent is high but I can get a higher level of benefits. If I get a notice period at work or pay instead of a 4 week notice period, my financial situation won't be bad at all. But I don't know what I'll get.

I have wasted around £400 in binging in recent weeks. I feel so bloated at night after eating so much, then I wake up feeling better, have a shit, go to work, skip lunch, then feel normal on the way home.

I feel so cucky when looking for jobs at the age of 28 online and realising I have no expertise. On the one hand, many prestigious routes are zero expertise BS routes. On the other hand, if you are not on the prestigious track and a non-specialist, you are fucked. I am currently an excel monkey.

Wagecuckery plus any time wasting obliterates all potential edification. I have finished two books in two months.

Simply doing the work at work isn't enough. If you don't display the cucked corporate mentality you are seen with suspicion.

>wake up too early but can't get back to sleep
>browse internet and drink coffee for about 20 minutes
>go to work
>9/10 white t shirt, blue jeans, long brown haired girl gets on the train and it's demoralising as fuck
>get to boring as fuck job with my horrific boss who has signalled that he will fire me soon
>boss ignores me a lot, signalling my doom
>nothing to do but no way to slack off in an open plan office
>leave work after 5 pm and go through the London rush hour demoralisation process: seeing office Staceys everywhere
>yesterday on the underground there was literally a pack of 3 jailbaits with slightly older males; it was obscene how jailbaity they were
>binge as soon as I get home, hopefully for the last time (seriously); haven't exercised since Sunday
>waste evening on internet
>realise there's no question time on tv

I am starting another job in a few months. If I get fired from my current job I will have to live in London for that time. I could move to my home city but I'd be giving up my rental deposit of over £1000. Rent is high but I can get a higher level of benefits. If I get a notice period at work or pay instead of a 4 week notice period, my financial situation won't be bad at all. But I don't know what I'll get.

I have wasted around £400 in binging in recent weeks. I feel so bloated at night after eating so much, then I wake up feeling better, have a shit, go to work, skip lunch, then feel normal on the way home.

I feel so cucky when looking for jobs at the age of 28 online and realising I have no expertise. On the one hand, many prestigious routes are zero expertise BS routes. On the other hand, if you are not on the prestigious track and a non-specialist, you are fucked. I am currently an excel monkey.

Wagecuckery plus any time wasting obliterates all potential edification. I have finished two books in two months.

Simply doing the work at work isn't enough. If you don't display the cucked corporate mentality you are seen with suspicion.