/biz/ - Business & Finance

>>12138693
(((Training opportunities)))
(((Q&A with the CEO. Make sure you bring questions!)))
(((Free coffee)))

>how was your weekend, anon?

the wagecuck cries out as he strikes you

>WORK IT HARDER, MAKE IT BETTER
>DO IT FASTER, MAKES US STRONGER
>MORE THAN EVER, HOUR AFTER HOUR
>WORK IS NEVER OVER

AHHHHHHHH I CANT TAKE WAGEKEKING ANY LONGER WTF IS THE SINGULARITY

>Work at restaurant
>Go into break room
>Horde of stacy waitresses blocking the hallway
>I brute force past them
>One of them says "OH yeah anon just squeeze past us why dont ya!? :) :')"
>speedwalk into the bathroom and slam the door

WHEN ARE THESE SHITCOINS GOING TO MOON I CANT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS

Yes NEET ?

>get political mailer
>candidate promises more jobs

Yup, just what we need. More jobs. Jobs jobs jobs.

Gotta have those jobs.

You're not going to vote for that candidate promising fewer jobs, right, /biz/?

>>11465827
absolutely SEETHING wagie

I'm taking a day off work and have to call up soon. What do I say?

>mfw my company makes everyone go through courses that assign weekend homework

>Oh, about that last weekend you worked - you were already over 80 hours this pay period, and you know we don't do overtime here
>Instead we're just going to give you two days off in lieu of pay you can take off sometime

>What, next week? Not a chance, we're only three months away from our deadline!

If you're doing some nerd job it's fine. But don't show up like that to blue collar work.

The normie script
Dream about quitting. Dream about traveling the world. Dream about waking up when you want to wake up. Dream about greatness, something more meaningful than the meaningless of paying bills and repeating. Dream about dreams long dead.

Grow older.

Have kids. Raise your kids. Get responsible. Change your debt perception. Start retirement planning. Take financial advice brokered by broke brokers. Learn how to get rich from people who aren’t rich. Save 10 percent of your paycheck, max your 401(k), contribute to an IRA and an indexed mutual fund. Invest everything saved into the stock market, hope for 10 percent, and pray to avoid a crash. Work harder and longer.

Continue working. Continue aging in indifference. Repeat, set to autopilot, and patiently wait while chained to the worst partners ever partnered: hope and time. Hope the stock market grew your portfolio. Hope inflation hasn’t ravaged your portfolio. Hope compound interest yields the projected returns promised by the fiscal sycophants. Hope your money hasn’t been hyperinflated away by blank-check politicians. Hope Social Security still exists.

Feel regret. Your portfolio shares a similar state of emptiness. Hit sixty-five. Come to the unpleasant truth that hope and time haven’t yielded the promised 10 percent per year. Delay retirement.”

Die

>>11023289
>wagecage.

Topkek, the absolute STATE of wagecucking.

Some have a wife and kids to ruin their weekend, too

>>10996431
>Gee pal you're such a good friend why not stay after work and cover for me?

Boy am I glad I invested in the stock market and not internet funny money, right?

>mfw weed dealer is all out of weed and i've scraped every last possible speck of residue from my grinder and now have no more weed left
wat do?

>>10930101

>ping me after the standup so we can discuss the value-add of the proposed service migration

Any other fellow wagies working on Labor Day?

>hey can you ping me when you’ve determined an MBI which will give maximum value-add to the problem-owner?

You uber from the airport to your new home. The rent is beyond belief, but so is your salary. Your driver grew up in the city but the rent forced him to move out. He asks if you work in tech. You say yes, and the conversation stops.

You stare out the window and start counting all the Indian restaurants. You stop after the third Chaat House. It’s 3 am when you enter your new home. Your flatmates are huddled around a dimly lit table, the silence interrupted only by the click-click of Poker chips.

It’s so silent at night, you have a hard time falling asleep.

You wake up at noon the next day and nearly call out to your mom to make some chai. Your fridge is empty and the lone saucepan is covered in dust, so you order tea at the coffee shop across the street. They hand you warm water with a teabag in it.

Your office is amazing. Co-workers come up to you and tell you they look forward to working with you. After the fourth Michael, you stop trying to remember their names. There are a lot of Asians (you’ll learn soon that Indians aren’t counted among Asians) and most have American accents. You realize the only other Indian guy in the office doesn’t speak Hindi.

You meet more people at lunch. They ask you about your weekend, so you ask them about theirs. They mention Tahoe and Napa; you nod along, unsure if they are places or music festivals. The food is mostly non-vegetarian, so you just eat the salad. It’s bland but you’re just happy to be here.

Conversations are short because you’re tired of repeating yourself.

You try to call your parents and friends back in India every day. Your best friend makes fun of you for rolling your Rs. You compensate by calling him behenchod and immediately feel dirty saying it. Every time you talk, you have fewer things to say. Your friend forwards you a racist joke and you stop talking.

You fill your weekends with work because you’re really good at it.

>company picnics

>Hey buddy how was your weekend? Yeah mine was great. Anyway.. back to the grind!