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im just thinking about our parents and how pretty much all of them did shit ass jobs they hated but i never heard a peep about job satisfaction growing up. Its a job, you do it, you get paid and you go home. Classic example; my mom ironed shirts for 5-10 cents a piece growing up. in a non a/c sweat shop close to hastings st. through that kind of insanity she put food on the table and paid the mortgage until she was able to find better work.
Nowadays i cant even find enough longshoremen to work on a friday/saturday and im paying these guys 6 figures a year to work for 4hours a day (gantry operators). Everyone is completely obsessed with quality of life and work life balance, but then they come and bitch that they are poor.
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