Choose the four-hour life. Choose a sector. Choose a company. Choose another company. Choose half a family. Choose a fucking big golf bag, choose car loans the size of Everest, 2 stories in the burbs, eating out and electrical coffeemakers. Choose a caffeine addiction, a nicotine addiction, and an alcohol addiction. Choose fixed-interest mortgages. Choose no friends. Choose a signed prenup and a dead marriage. Choose a cheap 2 piece suit in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose seeing all your work blocked and trashed and wonder why the fuck you even bother trying. Choose automating half your job and killing time watching mind-numbing, soul-crushing TikToks, pouring shitty coffee in your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable open office, nothing more than an annoyance to the selfish, fucked up consultants the Big 4 spawned to replace you.
Choose your future.
Choose business.