The fucked up shit

My first real job has a lot of fucked up shit about it.
And I would bitch about that fucked up shit at my next job.
Then, when I got another job, I’d bitch about the fucked up shit at the previous job, but I’d bitch less about the fucked up shit from the first job.
Job after job, I’d bitch about the fucked up shit, but over time, I’d bitch less and less about the earlier jobs.
Until I totally forgot about that first job’s shit.
Because of all the fucked up shit from the other jobs I’ve had.