Our generation was raised to believe that all hard work and good behaviour is rewarded, that if we make good grades and work a series of menial part-time jobs, we will graduate and be handed a job that will eventually give rise to a series of promotions and then give rise to a career where we are happy and fulfilled. We were taught that if we were friendly and good people, we would find someone in college to fall in love with and get married to and have 2.7 children and a dog and and live happily ever after.
Apparently, we have been lied to. Or at least I have. 2+ years after graduating, I am still temping and single. My best friend just graduated and is so in love and has a fantastic job with room for advancement in her dream career. What the fuck happened to me? What did I do? Dear world: I am ready for my life to BEGIN ALREADY! What's taking you so long??
Blerg. Ignore me, people. Yesterday was a good day. Today is not a good day. I think the answer here is that this company wasn't a good fit for me after all, and it really is a good thing that I'm leaving on Friday.
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