I’m never going to have a job in an office.
I know that sounds crazy. How can you say you’re never going to have a job in an office when you’re only 27? You’re too young to know what the future holds.
And you’re absolutely right. I don’t know what the future will hold. I might get a job in an office at some point… but it’s highly unlikely.
Okay, okay, okay. Use this blog post as a reference for my life in the future. If you come across this, google me, and find a pathetic photo of me in a pantsuit sitting in a cubicle in a big tower and then sue me- but I really don’t think I’m making it to the office in this lifetime.
As a millennial, there are certain things that you just get used to. Don’t expect job security because it doesn’t exist. Don’t expect benefits or a pension because they don’t exist. Don’t expect a future because it doesn’t exist. Millennials exist to serve a wealthier more established upper class. Believe me I know; I’ve been working customer service and retail since I was 18.
Maybe you’re thinking oh she must not have a good education. If you get a good education, you are guaranteed a better future regardless.
…Let’s be real. We both know higher education gets you no where in the 21st century.
That sentence pains me to write. It shouldn’t be that way. Education makes people better citizens, active members of society who bring something to the table. But somewhere along the way we got lost. We rushed things and put profit over people. A good education is one that gets you a job within 6 months of graduation and even then, that education will be technical and based on a specific skill you want to learn. Want to build bridges and sell people financial products? Go to university. Want to understand how your country operates and how to be a better person? Go fuck yourself.
We live in a broken system. Millennials are just the first lot to be pushed out of this mess. There doesn’t seem to be any signs of this system changing anytime soon. So, I say this again. I’m never getting a job in an office.
I have a degree you know. It sits in between papers in my cupboard. It’s a degree in history and politics. I loved learning about this big blue world of ours. Yet now that degree, it sits, idle in my cupboard.
The world is grey and cold and we are only making it darker. Why do we assume things should be easy? Is this what you thought of when you were offered modernity? Working 80 hours a week for pennies only to save up all your money to buy something to show off on social media? Is that the life you want for yourself?
I’m never getting a job in an office. I don’t qualify. My degree does not help anyone push anything. It only forces you to ask questions.
I don’t need to sit here and tell you about how the world is going. You can see it by looking out the window. It’s not good, but you probably already know that by now.
I refuse to leave this quarantine as the same person. I still believe this pandemic as presented a wonderful opportunity for everyone to reflect inwards and ask themselves those tough questions.
What do I want out of this world?
Who am I?
What am I willing to stand up for?
Where do I see my life going?
The pen has always been mightier than the sword, that’s why I keep writing. When I look outside and see this world and all it’s beautiful people I weep. I weep at the possibility of destruction. This life may be beautiful for the wealthiest of us but the rest of us live in Hoovervilles of the 21st century.
That’s just my take, what do you think will happen after the pandemic?
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