I'm thinking of applying to my local Walmart so I get to work with a QT chick

I'm thinking of applying to my local Walmart so I get to work with a QT chick

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But she ugly tho?

She's pretty much the definition of plain.

I'm thinking of applying to my local kindergarten to take care of a qt chick

Nah, she's cute IRL, just a shitty pic at the end of her shift

Honestly walmart isn't a horrible place to work as far as low tier jobs go, as long as your managers aren't the power hungry type who abuse what they have.

it's so sad to see walmart chicks, as cute as they are, when i come in after coding for 3-4 hours and i'm like a million intellectual miles above them. i walk around walmarts and like, say there's a guy with some semi-hot chick. he looks at any other guy with like, territorial dominance that he's got a "hot chick" and others might check out a girl in short shorts but um, i've been in college for like 10 years, now going for a master's after two bachelor's, and this is fucking arizona so it's all short shorts or yoga pants. your creep threads are pathetic.

1. you end up forgetting how young 18 year old girls are and think one posted in a bikini is CP (try looking up a sorority in arizona and then their instagram page. try alpha chi omega... they're all blondes. the problem is that since the 70s, they've been casting 25 year olds as 16 year old girls and you're all so separated from being around thousands of them, you're confused.

2. they're losers who barely finished high school and nowhere in my league.

whatever.

Do you need a hug?

Right...

Lmao look at this dumbass going to college for 10 years and prefers blonde

Its so sad to see these pseudo-intellectual types who run the rat-wheel and think their shit don't stink, who have another forty years of endless grind working with Karen and Jeff, laughing at PC jokes (of both kinds) and eating their sandwiches out of tupperware, for fifty weeks a year, when I don't have to shave unless I feel like it, wake up at noon, wear my favorite lazy pants and a silky button-down shirt with one armpit ripped, and I'm out on a casual run for steaks and a handle of Bushmills, then I go home in my dope-as-fuck slightly used CTS-V, hit the elliptical and do some laps before having a few tokes of Strawberry Cough, cook the steak and drink the amber gold on a fat chunk of clear ice while the sun goes down.

You both sound pathetic, just fyi

The difference is I made mine up. I could live that way, and to a degree I do. I just don't give a fuck about the guy in the khaki pants who'd walking around walmart quaffing his own farts. I'm surprised he didn't sign his post with his mensa score.

You see how that's worse though, right?

You mean, I'm supposed to work even though the purpose of work is to acquire money, which I already have? Or, the part where I don't give a fuck about the guy in the khaki pants who is walking around believing he's on a level where he is superior to everyone because he does some boring ass job in the back room of some sterile corporation for the next forty years? People who have a joyless life that stretches over the horizon aren't exactly my idea of the pinnacle of civilization. They're just cogs in the machine.

No, the part where you make up shit on the internet to feel better about yourself.

I guess you haven't read the disclaimer, here, newfriend. All I explained was a fictionalized day in the life of a retired gen-x'er. Sorry if it hits too close to home that you also probably have forty years of slogging through shit in your future.

Is that what that was supposed to be?

You're not good at this.

I'm not good at making fun of the fart sniffer who's bragging about his IT job and 2.5 degrees, but in actuality is probably a burger flipper? Okayyy>

Yeah

Based