The Worst Job I EVER had

He worked summer shifts at his mother’s battery chicken farm to fund Warhammer 40K, handling feces-covered, bloody eggs. With expected plans suddenly collapsed, lockdown leaves him directionless: gaming, pacing, low motivation, and uncertainty about videos. He weighs temporary life in Japan against England-based independence, driving lessons, his own home, and illustrated videos.

Recurring escape-versus-stability indecision is intensified by loneliness, disrupted plans, and creative paralysis.