Another cool cat’s post-grad tale in a dog-eat-dog world. >^..^<
Originally posted on ARBlog:
I turned 23 last Friday, which means it’s been almost a full year since I graduated from college. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long – probably at least half due to the fact that it took me four months post-graduation to find a job. I thought I was doing everything right. I didn’t understand why success wasn’t just falling at my feet. Of everything I read and everyone I spoke to, nobody bothered to give me the big piece of advice that could have pushed me in the right direction:
You are not above working at Starbucks.
What does that mean? It means that I was willing to do anything to succeed – except swallow my pride. Let me tell you a story.