so this is it?
so my future job will boil down to eight hours in front of the commuter screen at a grey-painted office, with a hare's-foot fern on a tall cabinet? and to salary stable enough to let a bank tie me to itself with a loan for several dozen of years?
so our relation comes down to sex and a few stories about our friends, told to each other as a form of entertainment?
so I meet all those people only to make us stop being busy with the computer for a while and not go completely crazy? (and to make our self-esteem properly high?)
I really did thing better of this Warsaw reality we have.
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