My cousin be trying to get me to go the white collar corporate route like she's done. I'm clearly not cut put for that environment.
My personality and appearance screams the opposite for corporate and being politically correct. So why even force myself to play that game ?
Because that can drive you insane. You have to get up and dress like that cac Dilbert from the comic strip. U can't get fly, can't have swag, can't talk shyt. U basically have to be a bytch all day.
Then u have to force yourself to fit in. Talking like a cac during the day and turning back into a black man at night...like some type of reverse nikka Clerk Kent.
You can't have no passion or creativity at a corporation. You have to be a fukkin robot. You can't have personality or talk about nothing that's real. You and your robotic co workers have to pretend to relate to each other and put on fake smiles just to pay rent at some shytty shoe box apartment. Both of y'all talk about sports everyday and then go back to cubicles and contemplate jumping off the top floor because the stress is too much to bear.
Yeah... u have to be a real fukking dork to like your job. Any nikka that like their job, I write off as a fukking dork right away. Because that whole situation is unnatural especially of you're from the hood.
Then you have to watch your back because everybody is out to get you. Bedwenches, crackers, uncle Tom's. You basically have to be like James Bond just to make it in and out without getting fired.
When u work corporate you have to be a bytch. You have no creativity freedom to express yourself. Who would want to live like that for 50 years? nikka I rather die. Like. . I have to get up and pretend for 50 fukking years? Just to pay rent, deal with some fat ass bytch when I get home. After a hard day at work who want to deal with some fat ass c*nt wife hearing her shyt? Not me. U still won't have enough to even take a trip.
That whole lifestyle is just sad man
My personality and appearance screams the opposite for corporate and being politically correct. So why even force myself to play that game ?
Because that can drive you insane. You have to get up and dress like that cac Dilbert from the comic strip. U can't get fly, can't have swag, can't talk shyt. U basically have to be a bytch all day.
Then u have to force yourself to fit in. Talking like a cac during the day and turning back into a black man at night...like some type of reverse nikka Clerk Kent.
You can't have no passion or creativity at a corporation. You have to be a fukkin robot. You can't have personality or talk about nothing that's real. You and your robotic co workers have to pretend to relate to each other and put on fake smiles just to pay rent at some shytty shoe box apartment. Both of y'all talk about sports everyday and then go back to cubicles and contemplate jumping off the top floor because the stress is too much to bear.
Yeah... u have to be a real fukking dork to like your job. Any nikka that like their job, I write off as a fukking dork right away. Because that whole situation is unnatural especially of you're from the hood.
Then you have to watch your back because everybody is out to get you. Bedwenches, crackers, uncle Tom's. You basically have to be like James Bond just to make it in and out without getting fired.
When u work corporate you have to be a bytch. You have no creativity freedom to express yourself. Who would want to live like that for 50 years? nikka I rather die. Like. . I have to get up and pretend for 50 fukking years? Just to pay rent, deal with some fat ass bytch when I get home. After a hard day at work who want to deal with some fat ass c*nt wife hearing her shyt? Not me. U still won't have enough to even take a trip.
That whole lifestyle is just sad man
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