Chimble’s Nightly Doodles

Imagination - a great part of everyones childhood into adulthood. Hard work pays off… you have heard that through out your entire life, and everyone was repeating it from your grandpa to your neighbors little kid. And here we have you, a hard working individual. Yes, couple times you have slipped in your life: lighted up the bong a few times perhaps, tipped a cow with your buddies, or just slept whole week without doing much. But those are the exact moments that fueled your desire to work even harder. Who doesn’t want to own a Ferrari, have a beautiful girlfriend and sip on Zimas all day long… without a care in the world? Everyone…

To reach your goal you have got a secret recipe told to you. It’s so secret that everyone made sure you knew it. Go to college, study hard, make big bucks and then you will be able to buy a 6 pack of Mikes Hard Lemonade without asking your moms to spot you a 20 spot. So you studied, lived on a constant died on instant noodles, went through pencils and pads as if they grew on trees. Thankfully your parents would spare no expanse on providing you with the best set of crayons for your adventures on campus.

Here you are a graduate from one of the counties second best community college. You affix the diploma next to your baby pictures and venture out there to find that blondie, and perhaps swing by the dealership to check out that Ferrari. Then you come back home to realize that all your friends are somewhat busy now-a-days with their fancy jobs of selling financial advice. Heck they are doing so great they offered you a job, an interview even; the very next day. Till one day one of your drunken friends starts crying and proclaming that he got suckered into some kind of pyramid scheme, paid 2K for training and now is in dire need to find other suckers. NO WAY JOSE, you didn’t work so hard to be suckered into schemes like that. You fill out applications at all the places you have always admired. You log in into monster or careerbuilder and upload your quarter page resumes and wait. There are some days when you don’t receive any responses, but those are sometimes offset by the days where you receive multiple denial letters (sometimes even two from the same place!)

You would love to go out, and see whats going on in the local pub scene, but you don’t have any money for gas, and asking mom to spot you again is not worthy of a college graduate. So you sit there, surfing the net off of someone else’s unsecured wireless connection, because now parents became not so nice and told you to pay your own way around… after all they helped you with school, and now want to enjoy their own life, also, they have the nerve to suggest you move out. Dinner table conversations are not what they use to be, pops is all pissed off that he was passed over for a raise again and moms overcooked the instant rice. It’s silence broken up by loud bang of utensils on the half empty plates, and yes YOU ARE TO BLAME.

On the verge of moving to the local shelter, your phone rings and you get your first job. It’s not the management position you always wanted, and is referred to as full time internship, whatever that means. At least now you will be making some money, equivalent to the store clerks pay, but you will be wearing a nice shirt and a tie to your job. You are eager to use all the education you have received, you know math pretty well, along with management, some psychology and other things that should excel your career… like ancient history of Indo-China. However you are stuck basically, doing coffee runs, and making copies. Your shirt becomes dirty with toner, and fingers bruised from paper cuts. It now downs on you, that you should have went to a technical high school, and by now would be ending your apprenticeship, possibly buying your own van, and fixing peoples toilets for the big money, or perhaps standing ont eh job site and shooting the shit with the guys. Same shitty job, in comparison, but without college you would be at least four years, and couple green ones ahead.

Chimbles says: Go to technical school instead of college.

Categories : Your Dark Future //