>be me
>alarm woke me up at 8 am after more than 8 hours of sleep
>went to gym last night and did light cardio after a binge a few hours previously
>used the gym's shower (live in London) and I may have caught AIDS
>went to my second day of work
>was slightly late but my apathy has already reached its maximum so no worries
>did my braindead office work
>had coffee and a supermarket sandwich at lunch while watching tourists walk past
>browsed internet on phone during lunch but it became boring after an hour so I cut my lunch break short
>open plan office is annoying but I'm not doing rocket science so it only affects morale, not productivity
>wanted to leave after my boss but he was still there at 5.45 pm so I gave up and left then
>saw a Stacey on the underground train that made me feel sad; she was talking to a borderline normie/Chad and I wondered what type of hormonal benefits he was getting just by talking to her
>read a book on my phone in the train but I felt pathetic
>got home
>drank coffee (because it's a heavy lifting day) and mindlessly browsed internet
>went to gym
>wore contact lenses so I saw gymthots in all their glory
>lifted heavy weights and it went ok
>now at home, on phone, lying in bed
When you're a wagie, every day (really just every 5 hours after work) is a discrete block of time that's easily wasted and doesn't feel like enough to be worth working in, unless I summon an iron discipline. Chores become soul sucking.
My job is kind of high status but utterly menial. I'm sure that being a scientist or programmer or engineer or anything creative would be more fulfilling. The only thing I'll cultivate is expertise in bullshit. But I can't really go off the track because I'm 28. I'm too fucking old to start at the bottom next year. And I have no shits about my boring degree.
