If someone asked me if I am a prideful person, I would say, "No." If someone asked me if I believe a person's job can add or subtract from his or her worth or "value", I would say, "No."
Recently, I've discovered that perhaps I'm not as humble and open minded as I thought. After venting about the six million resumes I've handed out, the interviews I've fake smiled for, and the "thanks for the interview" cards that I've sent, a friend asked if I've applied to places like Tim Hortons yet. I paused. Speechless. Me? Work there?! This is when I realized that maybe I'm a bit of a dirt bag. I have two degrees, excellent work experience, and am 27- I shouldn't have to work there! What the eff?! Doesn't Miss Fancy Pants have bills to pay? Shouldn't she be saving for school in September? Does she have some sort of other plan? Turning tricks is not a plan. Selling drugs... not so much either. Perhaps Miss Fancy pants should get off her high horse, suck it up, and apply to a job that is not her first choice.
Would you like fries with that?
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