Haven't I seen you before?

[kellinator]

You know the real reason I hate having to ride the damn shuttle bus? Beyond the crowds, beyond the jostling, beyond the additional drain on my already-stretched time, beyond the sheer insult of paying that much money to park in a deck two miles from my workplace?

It's because it brings me in close proximity to the undergraduates.

Yes, I bitch about the law students. I find more than a few of them spoiled and bratty. I hate the way they look at me, or rather look through me. To them, I'm not a real human being; I'm a shadow entity, a piece of the scenery who occasionally infringes on their God-given right to break library rules by telling them they can't eat in the library. But, you know, at least they work hard. I can respect that. As far as I can tell, all the undergrads do is drink, spend their daddy's money, go to frat parties, gossip about each other, and strategically arrange themselves on the shuttle buses so that the people trying to actually get to work have to stand on top of each other.

I used to pass those people every day at Vanderbilt. The rich, thin, perfect people. But they really didn't bother me that much, because I was on my way to one of my honors English classes and I was going to go to grad school and be a brilliant professor. Now I see them walk by, and I think that in five years they'll be working for Daddy's company and driving SUVs that cost more than I make in a year, and where will I be?

Comments

[katyakoshka.livejournal.com]

They will have money, but they're shallow and insipid. Feel morally superior because you have a personality and an intellect. I mean, really, they're largely fuckwits. Practice failing to suppress the urge to roll your eyes, huff at them and look pained by their utter venality and lameness.

And you'll hopefully be either working in a place you like more, or doing something else that will make you happy. Besides, working for Daddy's company means swallowing any semblance of pride, wearing a shit-eating grin when you disagree with Dad, and possibly necessitating some form of better living through chemistry, legal or otherwise (but not medically necessary). See, they might have the SUV, but they'll either have a Xanax addiction or a hole worn through their nasal cartilage from all the coke and speed they do to make Daddy happy.

Don't you feel better now? ;P

[kellinator.livejournal.com]

Actually, yes I do. Thanks so much! :D

[katyakoshka.livejournal.com]

Nothin' gives me a pick-me-up like a little splash o' schadenfreude -- glad it works for you, too! :D