In my day, our generation worked hard. We worked 170 hour work weeks for less than what minimum wage is today. We worked our fingers to the bone, blood, sweat and tears (okay not tears, we were so tough we never cried once), were our fuel.
We saved and didn’t indulge in any sort of vice or spending. We only smoked no name cigarettes and drank the cheap Canadian beer. We clipped coupons and drove around to 30 different stores to only buy the lowest priced item available with those coupons. We never complained and we never had a hand out, not even when our parents gave us the deposit for our first house, that cost under 50k. No, not us. We aren’t commies. We never bitched and we worked for everything.
I don’t care that you have 3 jobs just to match the income we had back then to try to save for a house that is easily 400% more expensive. You obviously aren’t working hard enough; likely spending your income on Urber Eats and fancy Ephones while you waste the few hours between all those jobs to do nothing but stare at Twatter and whine about how you are being treated so poorly by managers who are out of touch with reality and expect you to give everything for an underpaying and often abusive boss.
Just work harder, you lazy fuck. And stop whining about how our generation blew through any inheritance from Grandma and Grandpa left us, through their actual hard work, and left you nothing. Stop whining about how deposits on housing are exponentially higher, as are interest rates, and land taxes. Just work harder, take on a 4th job, so you can make the same as I did when I was able to work one job, 9-5 and be home for dinner and on the weekends with my stay at home wife and emotionally repressed kids.
Stop eating. Work harder. Stop doings anything. Work harder. Stop breathing. Work harder. Stop blaming the rigged system and just work harder, you lazy fuck.
- Bob ‘Silverspoon’ Whitehead