Assuming anyone cares, the follow up is that he fucked me. Yesterday was a standard 8-5 but today when I went out into the field, it was a FUCKING 13 HOUR DAY. Not only that but the guy who was training me said most of the sales guy in the office make like $15/hr... at fucking 40-50. He himself makes like 45k a year and that's WITH 30 hours of OT (reminder that Saturday are occasionally a work day). Holy fucking shit. I quit at the end of the day and am now jobless with no qualifications in dick looking for something new first thing tomorrow. Thank God I have at least 3-4 months worth of rent and bills saved up.
But my fucking God, you piece of shit boss. You lied to my fucking face. $20/hr is only like 1 guy. There was no fucking way I was ever gonna make 75k, you cock sucker. That wasn't "a little" bit of OT, it was a gargantuan fuckload that happens regularly. You lied like the slimy business man that you are. Fuck you.
If all else fails, I'll be for 1 of my old jobs back and kill time before I kill myself at 25. Not even depressed any more, I just hardly see a point to life at this point as it all seems boring and mundane. Even if I did achieve my goals, would I truly be happy? Doubtful. The only real reason I feel is some weird, twisted sense of pride in being able to say that even though I achieved a lot and do something I enjoy, I still don't see a purpose to life. IDK. It's all become so tiresome. 1 year left and if shit doesn't change I'm buying a gun and pulling the trigger.