Angst, today did not get off to a good start -
Dad: so just so we're clear you're looking for a job where you can earn a lot of money and utilise your degree.
Me: I want to sell vintage clothes
Dad: Fine fine, whatever...have you applied to CSC's legal department?
Me: I don't think they want to buy any vintage clothes from me.
Dad: you need a plan... Read More
Me: I have one, it involves faffing around with websites and couture and just having a part time job as a receptionist or something whilst I get my business up and running.
Dad: We need to get you on a graduate programme.
I, for some VERY weird reason started to cry, which is odd in itself because I'm very rarely emotional about anything. At which my dad comes to give me a hug and I screech at him "DON'T BE NICE TO ME YOU'LL ONLY MAKE IT WORSE!!!" So for all their nods and encouraging "we'll support you"-isms it seems my parents aren't taking me all that seriously. I seem to be being herded into some hypothetical high flying career and can literally see the cliche lurking in my closet now - in ten years time I will be working in some massive, faceless office, earning money which I spend on things like swiss egg-whiskers and dustbusters. I will probably be wearing twinsets at an early age and reading Jackie Colins.
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