Adulthood

You think you can just exploit us, use us for your own gain, and then discard us when we're no longer useful? Well, let me tell you something, corporations. You're wrong. We're not just disposable college students, we're human beings. And we deserve better. We deserve to be treated with respect and dignity. We deserve to be given the flexibility and understanding that we need to succeed. And we deserve to be compensated fairly for our work. But instead of treating us with respect and dignity, you choose to exploit us. You choose to use us for your own gain, without regard for our well-being or our needs. And when we fail to meet your expectations, you discard us like nothing more than a used tissue. Well, it's time for that to change. It's time for corporations to start treating college students with the respect and dignity that we deserve. It's time for corporations to start giving us the flexibility and understanding that we need to succeed. And it's t...

As I walked out of the office building, my head hung low in shame and humiliation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. I had been working as a graphic designer, video editor, product photographer, and product designer for what felt like an eternity, and yet, I was suddenly fired. The reason? I had failed to submit a project on time. A project that I had been juggling along with three other bosses who seemed to think it was a good idea to assign me multiple tasks at the same time. I thought back to the day I started at the company. I had been told that my schedule would be flexible, that I would have the freedom to manage my time as I saw fit. After all, I was a college student, juggling a full course load and a part-time job. I was told that the company would be understanding of my needs, that they would work with me to ensure that I could balance both my academic and professional responsibilities. But that was all just a lie. From the very beginning, I was expected to be...

Ah, the sweet taste of liberation. Finally, I'm free from the shackles of those incompetent fools who couldn't handle my genius. I'm a graphic designer and video editor extraordinaire, and I know it. My work ethic is unmatched, my creativity is unparalleled, and my attention to detail is rivaled by none. But, alas, the company I worked for was populated by a bunch of monkeys who couldn't keep up with me. They would constantly ask for clarifications, require repeated instructions, and still manage to mess up my projects. It was like they were trying to sabotage me. And don't even get me started on clear communication. I was the one who always followed the rules, was always on time, and still got in trouble. It's because I'm a perfectionist, and those amateurs couldn't handle it. They wanted me to compromise my standards, to dumb down my work to meet their mediocre expectations. But I refused. I refused to sell out my art, my craft, my very soul. And n...