Some anon here told me to shut off my conscious brain and sleep walk at work, become a machine-like, the Ubergoy. It works so good. I also tried alcohol but it only made me angry as hell and made me hate the world and the illuminati jews even more.
Any more tips?
Let's start with what you actually do, anon.
I make delicious Krispy Kreme doughnuts
So stop eating like shit and take this as a nice opportunity to get 8 hours of mandated exercise other fat fucks who 'get' to sit in a chair all day before going home to sit in a chair won't have.
Do you drink enough water? What do you have for lunch? Drive or walk?
I use an ECA stack alongside my ill-gotten Adderall scrip to get through each day. I'm an insanely productive employee, apparently. Work is usually a blur. I don't really think about it. I look like a muscular skeleton at this point, and I'm perpetually running a low-grade fever, so maybe I won't have to live much longer. Oddly, women think I'm hot now, but I don't think that my dick works anymore. I haven't fapped or even had an erection in almost two years.
So if you prepare your body that way you literally end up looking like this.
wew lad, you've almost ascended to a new level of goy.
Seriously bro, you need to see a doctor. Someone must be prescribing that adderall, so check in with them. There are other pills to get you to ubergoy mode.
i once read on /x/ about this guy who was a night secuirty guard for a eldery home. well some of the fuckign antics included getting shit flung at him, and a mushroom growing on a muffin that was offereed to him.
i work midnight to 8am, mon-fri (that's sun night to thurs night) so I get all weekends off. Fucking best schedule ever. NOTHING happens on my shift, I DO NO WORK AT ALL, and I've had this job for 3 years, so it's quite stable. Boss loves me because I'm very good at pretending I do important work. Truth be told, I do about 30 mins of actual work each shift and get a lot done in those 30 mins
I work at a cozy bookstore full time, so it never really feels like wageslavery to me, 2bh. I love the environment and the people I work with and I make more than enough to be comfortable.
My job is boring, so as the IT guy I setup a vpn tunnel into my home computer and stream anime and tv shows off it all day, I have also port forwarded my machine so I can play wow. I still hate being here because it's boring but hey at least I can pass the time now.
nothing. happens. ever. I've been doing security for 6 years. oh god did i put up with a lot of bullshit at other sites during the day shift. But my site/job now? heaven. Nothing EVER happens, ever
>Some anon here told me to shut off my conscious brain and sleep walk at work, become a machine-like, the Ubergoy
Man that brings back memories. Back when I was a wageslave this was my coping strategy, it made me depressed and fogged my brain, at one point I was worried that I had permanently damaged my intelligence.
Being on bux sucks but I prefer it to yhe mind numbing despair of wageslavery, and I was making $27.00/hour doing construction so it was good money. Not the life for me.
How do you even live on neetbux though?
My parents have told me time and again how impossible it'd be to survive on neetbux, but I never really buy anything anyway and the only real expenses would be rent and stuff
i did have to work hard to actually get it, though, that's the one catch. I had experience in security, so I joined a new company and actually did work hard at first, doing lots of reports, etc, etc, so my managers figured I was a good guy, harder worker. Then, slowly I just started slacking more and more. Now I've got it all figured out.
Basically you want to be a night time concierge in a small condo. You need people skills because you need to schmooze the board of directors so they like you. Once they like you, you're golden. You can fap all night and get paid.
Food bank, government pays my rent through a housing program, soup kitchen, and $390.00 a month for other expenses.
It pretty much is just surviving in limbo.
I need to figure something out.
My job isn't really boring, so I can just focus on my work and talk to colleagues. When I worked on the production line line though the only thing that kept me from going insane was thinking up stories and imagining things. For instance, I used to pretend there were tiny men living on the tomatoes, and I used to imagine all the little houses they made and their reactions to the tomatoes being picked up. Little things like that.
Of course this might not work for some people because we're all different.
>only thing that kept me from going insane was thinking up stories and imagining things. For instance, I used to pretend there were tiny men living on the tomatoes,
Yeaaah, about that
Sorry man. I like imagining things but in reality I get depressed very quickly if I can't do something and just give up. I'm still trying to do something useful to mankind, but I wouldn't count on it. I've been trying for 22 years now.
I like being this way, kind of. I used to be very sensitive, empathetic, and generally emotional. Now, I don't feel much of anything. I don't have that horrible sick feeling when I see suffering. I don't feel that sense of alienation when people mistreat me. I don't feel pity. I don't regret any of my actions. I don't love anyone or anything, but I don't hate myself anymore. I was also afraid of death before, and now I just don't care.
Protip: That's more than I make after you factor in my various insurance payments, rent, taxes, etc. There is no benefit to working, but it's very hard to back out once you've started. See, one of the ways you keep your benefits is by being unemployable. I have years of experience and good employment history, so I would basically get hired immediately for any of the jobs I'd be required to apply for to keep receiving benefits.
That "art" is basically just money laundering. Or legitmately crazy people painting with periods. But they never get rich off of it, the most they get is an article on Jezebel. Which of course Jezebel profits from without giving a penny to the crazy feminist who painted the damn thing.