This dude "tracked his Sunday workday".
Last Sunday I went to yoga, repainted my home office, finished reading Polostan, and banged my wife twice.
0.0 minutes of work. No data collection required.
We're roughly the same age.
I probably have 2% the wealth this guy does.
My house is only worth 4% what he sold his last one for.
But I'm the winner.
Eek! She’s a true heroine for taking one for the team, and saving the rest of us from this fate.
According to him, it is.
Who are we to question our betters?
Work, fool.
Work until you die so that your heirs may destroy themselves fighting over the pile of shit you heaped up.
You must twist the crank of the juicer. Extract all of the juice. Squeeze, grind, grift, lie, cheat, steal, extract.
Your life is meaningless. You are nothing but conduit through which money flows.