You would check
Twitter
where other likeminded folks would be complaining about the current
apoclypse
. The narrative had done a 180 since last week. Back then all the educated office workers -- many of them not in the office anymore -- were proclaiming the tragedy of the zombies. How we needed to do something for them.
But by this week the heat was on the complainers, who were now being casted as inconsiderate. "HOW DARE YOU COMPLAIN FROM YOUR IVORY AIR CONDITIONED TOWER. SHOW SOME RESPECT"
And then the far right were stocking up on guns ready to shoot.
He -- the hated
white collar
white male
-- rubbed his eyes and wished the world didn't hate him. He just wanted to listen to his god damn
Spotify
and merge in two lines of code. Could the world not just let him do that without accusing him of causing imperialistic zombification? That's when suddenly the voice of
Naval Ravikant
talking about leverage and wealth came through his head phones.
"What the fuck?" he thought. He went to the Spotify Webapp and saw that an ad was playing. He had the pro account so he didn't know why this was taking place. He listened to the ad a little more until
Gary Vee
's voice came on and then he became livid. Ripped the headphones out of his machine and chucked them at Bob.
"Hey what's going on?"
Bob asked while cheetos fell out of his mouth.
"FUCK YOU! I GOT SPOTIFY PRO YOU FUCKING FAT IMBECILE."
"Gee. Have a nice day yourself." Bob said before returning to his machine.