Had an early bird special and expected a large crowd right before the end time for the sale. Waiting, waiting. Had a spurt of customers checking out, but no large crowd. Oh well, I'll just stand here a daydream. Nope, coworkers have to talk to me.
One commented how skinny and beautiful I am while she is fat and ugly. Yeah, we look the same size. Compare pants sizes and there is 1 size difference between us. Amazing. Weight is not a number, but a perception.
Then another coworker failed to understand how can I work as a lowly cashier when I have a college degree. Um, cause nobody will pay me to do anything else.
What about teaching? she asks. Sure, if I had a Master's or PHD, I could be a college professor. But I have a little Bachelor's so that would be a no. How did I get here? I'm college educated. How do I explain that the only people impressed with my Mighty College Education are people who never went to college? But instead, I reply that I intended to use my lovely decorative degree doing museum work, but museum work that requests a history major are volunteers and interns. No, they want fundraisers, accountants, managers of volunteers, you know business majors. The only history major job that pays enough to survive on is the curator and you need 20 years experience to get that job. I'm sorry, I made more money renting cars at the airport than any museum around here.
I'm sorry to say that a precious college degree does not guarentee a 6-figure income or fancy job when you walk out the door.
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