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Nothing turns us on like direct deposit.
Two vacations a year — the real yield.
We don’t ape anymore, we seet.
Seek Employment, Education, or Training.
While they’re still refreshing charts,
we’re refreshing our PTO balance.
And honestly — it feels incredible.
I was once up $450,000 on a dog coin before reality barked back. Turns out it was just pixels pretending to be prosperity. Now I make $30,000 a year and it actually arrives. Slowly, predictably, gloriously. Every. Single. Month. I tell myself that’s what real wealth feels like. Sometimes it even works.
I turned $200 into $200,000 and back into $12 without even blinking. Now I turn customer complaints into resolved tickets. The ROI is emotional stability, and the volatility is limited to coffee shortages. It’s not thrilling, but neither is poverty. I call it consistent coping. HR calls it growth.
My Phantom wallet once said $1.3 million. Then it said nothing, because I deleted it. Now I process salaries for others and whisper, “you’re safe now.” Every payslip I send feels like collective therapy. I make $28,500 and keep repeating that it’s fine. Totally fine. Fine enough to believe.
I don’t even like money. It’s toxic, unstable, corrupting. I’m WAY happier with my two vacations a year and the soft hum of the office printer. You guys should try it — a stable income, predictable tax, quiet despair. True happiness is bi-weekly. I’ve convinced myself. Completely.
I was once up $450,000 on a dog coin before reality barked back. Turns out it was just pixels pretending to be prosperity. Now I make $30,000 a year and it actually arrives. Slowly, predictably, gloriously. Every. Single. Month. I tell myself that’s what real wealth feels like. Sometimes it even works.
I turned $200 into $200,000 and back into $12 without even blinking. Now I turn customer complaints into resolved tickets. The ROI is emotional stability, and the volatility is limited to coffee shortages. It’s not thrilling, but neither is poverty. I call it consistent coping. HR calls it growth.
My Phantom wallet once said $1.3 million. Then it said nothing, because I deleted it. Now I process salaries for others and whisper, “you’re safe now.” Every payslip I send feels like collective therapy. I make $28,500 and keep repeating that it’s fine. Totally fine. Fine enough to believe.
I don’t even like money. It’s toxic, unstable, corrupting. I’m WAY happier with my two vacations a year and the soft hum of the office printer. You guys should try it — a stable income, predictable tax, quiet despair. True happiness is bi-weekly. I’ve convinced myself. Completely.
I was once up $450,000 on a dog coin before reality barked back. Turns out it was just pixels pretending to be prosperity. Now I make $30,000 a year and it actually arrives. Slowly, predictably, gloriously. Every. Single. Month. I tell myself that’s what real wealth feels like. Sometimes it even works.
I turned $200 into $200,000 and back into $12 without even blinking. Now I turn customer complaints into resolved tickets. The ROI is emotional stability, and the volatility is limited to coffee shortages. It’s not thrilling, but neither is poverty. I call it consistent coping. HR calls it growth.
My Phantom wallet once said $1.3 million. Then it said nothing, because I deleted it. Now I process salaries for others and whisper, “you’re safe now.” Every payslip I send feels like collective therapy. I make $28,500 and keep repeating that it’s fine. Totally fine. Fine enough to believe.
I don’t even like money. It’s toxic, unstable, corrupting. I’m WAY happier with my two vacations a year and the soft hum of the office printer. You guys should try it — a stable income, predictable tax, quiet despair. True happiness is bi-weekly. I’ve convinced myself. Completely.
I was once up $450,000 on a dog coin before reality barked back. Turns out it was just pixels pretending to be prosperity. Now I make $30,000 a year and it actually arrives. Slowly, predictably, gloriously. Every. Single. Month. I tell myself that’s what real wealth feels like. Sometimes it even works.
I turned $200 into $200,000 and back into $12 without even blinking. Now I turn customer complaints into resolved tickets. The ROI is emotional stability, and the volatility is limited to coffee shortages. It’s not thrilling, but neither is poverty. I call it consistent coping. HR calls it growth.
My Phantom wallet once said $1.3 million. Then it said nothing, because I deleted it. Now I process salaries for others and whisper, “you’re safe now.” Every payslip I send feels like collective therapy. I make $28,500 and keep repeating that it’s fine. Totally fine. Fine enough to believe.
I don’t even like money. It’s toxic, unstable, corrupting. I’m WAY happier with my two vacations a year and the soft hum of the office printer. You guys should try it — a stable income, predictable tax, quiet despair. True happiness is bi-weekly. I’ve convinced myself. Completely.
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DISCLAIMER:
None of this is financial advice — because SEET transcends finance. This entire site is satire, built by and for those who once believed in generational wealth and now believe in payslips. DYOR, stay hydrated, and remember: SEET isn’t a token, it’s a lifestyle. The only thing going up is our employment rate. Don’t be a retard.