by the way, i hope the offices in australia aren't too leftist, because in paris you've got the corporate morons licking macron's ass all day long and blowing money on pokballs (i don't know if you have that in australia, it's rice + salmon in pokeball-shaped boxes, sold overpriced kek). also the culture is crap because of the women who try to be tough and feminine at the same time but who are ridiculous (besides having no taste in clothes, how hard can it be to wear a sober suit and not show up dressed in green?). > be the average consultant from the top target school > think you're super-smart > earning money that you spend like an idiot instead of investing. > traveling because traveling is cool, just as it shows how progressive i am (well, don't kid yourself, if the locals don't accommodate my spoiled little whore desires, i'll throw a fit). > be 35, finally become a partner, get married, not in church because that's old-fashioned. > being 40, thinking about kids, trying ivf, three failures. > at 45, finally succeed in having a child who will freak out because he'll never see you because mommy is busy. > living in a city where there are shit-skins within 500m and where the garbage isn't collected because of strikes. > repeating that you've made it in life > have fewer luxuries than the upper-middle-class arab > work twice as hard and don't have a tenth as much peace of mind because i'm tough and rational, so in the name of the precious gdp, my country must renounce all forms of nationalism and homogeneity. > i'm le succesful girlie consultant
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