My family--first my grandfather and now one of my uncles--has owned a little bar in Pittsburgh since the 1950s; that was where my dad and all his brothers had their first post-paper-route jobs; at least one of my cousins still works there; my grandmother, at almost 90, still keeps the books! So reading the heartfelt whining of all these little suburban overachievers ("Massive grade inflation means one less standard deviation between myself and those who don't try"--oh, oh, the Hugh Manatee!), I was appalled to read:
Serving people drinks was more rewarding than this full-time job, and it is killing me inside.Hey maybe you ought to quit your bullshit jobs and go back to serving people drinks you dummy! Like, um, oh, is it beneath you because of your high school GPA? Fuck you. Where's muh beer? So you acquired a soul-munching fake-economy white-collar boondoggle of a job and it totally sucks? Hm. Maybe you could take a moment to reexamine the priorities of your life, to reflect upon the nature of honest labor and personal contentment, to consider that happiness and success are opposites.