Fight your impulse to make out with the man
So I have a confession to make: I hang out with a lot of squares. Perhaps it’s because of my first day back at work after a blissful six week break, but I suddenly feel the urge to comment on the strange trend I find in my day-to-day friends and acquaintances. As the specter of unemployment haunts our city streets, it seems that the young twenty-something year old is suddenly convinced that at any moment they could be exiled from their computer console in their corporate jobs and thrust into the no-man’s-land of…well…retail, I suppose.
Not only does it seem like every young part-time corporate hack is living in constant fear that the dagger over their heads will drop, but they seem to be thanking their lucky stars for their status as Office Bitch. Perhaps it is the now very real prospect of unemployment at the tail end of a five or six year university slog, but it just seems that the days of picking up your backpack and taking to the road seems less and less likely. Read the rest of this entry »
