I suck at jobs

It’s the same with almost all the jobs I’ve had and currently have. I can work well for about two hours max, then I get bored and just end up fucking the whole thing up. Normally I like to do nothing, even when working, so when there’s nothing to do or something is broken, I’m really glad, because now we have to sit around and do nothing. If it’s an office job, it’s exciting for two months at most, because I get to learn how their systems work, what the industry is, and how the industry works, mainly how they market digitally. That’s really interesting, but again, for no more than two months.

Physical labour is what I prefer nowadays, because office people are normally a bunch of retards, or at least pretending to be. I feel like I’m in a classroom full of nerds. It’s like nerds finally got old enough to buy a beer, and all of a sudden they think they’re cool and drinking is the fun thing. What a bunch of losers. I would rather work in a warehouse, wear whatever I want, smoke a cigarette on site without asking anyone, tell some racist jokes, drink tea with the boss, and call it a day. But even in those jobs I SUCK. Honestly, the only way I get away with these fuck-ups is my smile. It works every time. Age and gender don’t matter. I fuck up the whole thing and they say, “Okay, be careful next time.” Next time is the same.

I don’t feel like my life depends on work, even though I have NO money. I don’t feel like I HAVE to keep this job. I’ve never felt that way. The moment I get a job, it feels like it’s only for a while and then I’m going to go. It was the same with my first job. I think I’m like that with everything. Nothing is permanent in my mind, so I’m free to fuck things up. I’m not bound or attached to anything or anyone. Well, to be honest, I don’t have much to attach to.

Anyway, jobs, man, I suck at those. I worked as a courier and fucked the orders up. Fast food, oh my god, don’t even get me started. Now it’s assembling orders, and every day I fuck something up, but I need to hit that two-hour mark. The first two hours flow like a river. Maybe there’s a karmic connection with the number two. My first job was digital marketing executive when I was 19. I became so good that I 4X’d sales, and then it got boring, because now I knew how this shit works and I needed to get out of the office. My second job was tour guide. That shit was cool, but the company was new, so they fucked up and didn’t have many tours, which meant that as the guide I had to do more than guiding. And then I came to Russia, and there have been no cool jobs, but if you give me one, I’ll fuck that up.