Me. I'm the guy that never met his wife.

You have to work twice as hard, to live in a 1 bedroom apartment thats basically a studio apartment.

You can't even have pets. Not because the apartments won't let you, but because it would be cruel to the animal to adopt them, and then basically abandon them because you're only home when you sleep.

Occasionally you see people walking their dogs, and you get sad. That could be you. Having enough free time when you're not at work to walk a dog. Having free time to spend with a dog.

But no. You have to spend $1,200 on an apartment you hate, to lead a life you hate, because you have no friends, again because who has free time to spend with friends? And all of this just to survive long enough to live to be elderly! Except uh-oh! None of your jobs ever gave you a retirement fund, and you were too busy barely surviving making ends meet working 3 jobs that now you can't work to survive, and have no home, no savings, and no family because you were the youngest and never had kids. Dark days ahead. Welp, your break at work is almost over.

Back to work, dickhead!