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J*b. J*b. J*b. If you say it out loud like twenty times it completely loses all meaning. Try it right now. It just sounds like a weird guttural noise a caveman would make when he drops a rock on his foot. Like, who came up with that word? It’s just three letters but it carries the heavy, crushing weight of waking up at 7 AM every single day until you die.

Technically a J*b is an exchange of lab*r for currency. You do a thing, someone gives you paper, you use the paper to buy a sandwich. But the word itself is just so blunt. J*b. It hits like a brick. You don't have a "passion project" or an "enrichment activity," you have a J*b. It sounds like something you get stuck doing, not something you actually want to wake up for.

I could sit here and write three actual pages about the socioeconomic implications of the modern J*b market, commuting, sitting in traffic, staring at a screen, and drinking terrible breakroom coffee. But let's be real, nobody is reading that. You're just putting this here to fill space while you actually do your... well, your J*b, which right now is building this site.

I forgot, I also have my Roblox ga- experiences which I guess counts, it's the BEST experience trust.

Eventually this page will (probably) have my actual projects on it. But for now, you just get this weird wall of text complaining about semantics.