The comparison of the daily performance of my well paying job with forced male prostitution is melodramatic. I don't literally need to hold onto a rail and bite down.
Do you ever feel like your job is the wrong sexual orientation? Like every time to log into your work computer of a morning, going down the wrong rabbit hole?
Every day I continue to be a salesman, (even the ethical, respected sort) I feel the numbers being removed from the roulette wheel. Unless I get out soon I'll be just another commuter with a busted arsehole, living the Australian dream.
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