Over-educated, under-appreciated and worst-of-all, under-paid?
What the hell happened to the world my parents promised?
Oh, I forgot, they're the baby-boomers who won't retire and open up job slots.
Or, wait, aren't they the ones who sent my entry level job overseas?
And then complained when the trickle worked it way upwards, pushing them into the same lot.
Now the economy's a bust because the adults got greedy... credit-default swaps, sub-prime mortgage bundles, and 30:1 debt to equity ratios???
What the hell were they thinking?
No, no, no. I must be mistaken. Apparently, this is all my fault.
Silly me, I didn't work hard enough, or make the right connections.
I got out-paced by the shrinking world.
Spent too much time facebooking, blogging and twittering to make a meaningful contribution.
Racked up a few grand in credit card debt.
Enjoyed life a little too much for someone who hadn't "earned" it yet.
They say I think I'm "entitled" to a life of plenty. That I failed to build the proper foundation.
That the jobs went away cause I couldn't do it.
I guess my Excel skills and insta-googling detracted from my paper education.
So now I'm fucked.
The quarter-life crisis, I've heard it called.
I can feel it deep within my being.
Mounting frustration at the house my parents built.
Both the blame and the future fall squarely on my shoulders.
They're just trying to make it to retirement at this point.
And me? Ivy-undergrad and law school to boot.
But not a reasonable job in sight.
Struggling to find my way.
But finding only criticism from above.
Not exactly what I thought I'd get barely a quarter way through the big game.
Shit, I took on nearly 200k of debt and 7 years of school for this?