Well, kind of.īe smart with your fun(ds). There’s no “Remember when you had 12 Mike’s Hard Lemonades at the holiday party and threw up on the rug?” when you’re a prostitute. One thing I have always admired about the job of a prostitute is that every day, you get to work with a different staff. Not everyone you think is your friend truly is. (They will, take it from me.)īusiness is cold, so be careful who you trust.
Working a real job means you see the same people every day.ĭon’t hook up with your coworkers if you have a rash, and don’t have Mexican for lunch then demolish the plumbing in the company bathroom and think no one will notice. Today, I dream of disappearing onto an island like Amelia Earhart, never to be seen again. When I used to sleep, I’d dream of becoming a superstar or having a pink drop-top Mercedes. Welcome to the real world.ĭue to the stress and demands of working a real job in the last year, my weight has fluctuated so much that Christina Aguilera told me to get my sh*t together. The more money you make someone, the more secure you are in your job. Get used to the harsh reality that you’re employed to make someone money.
You must learn how to do your job effectively and efficiently and produce results. Rest in peace, low-stress days of working at the Baby Gap at your local mall after high school.ĭid you sell a pair of those new infant jeans to a customer? Great! You didn’t? Oh well, maybe you will tomorrow or maybe never. Many of us start our early 20s in entry-level positions, and for most of us, it’s our first real job with real responsibilities. Most of us are thrown into the real world like we’re being pushed off a plank. This leads you to wonder why you couldn’t have been born a Kardashian. Starting a career is no simple task, and neither is trying not to drown in the rush of working full-time. You graduate from college, and now your parents want you to start paying rent and all of your bills or move out and live on your own? What’s next?įinding the cure for cancer on the weekends? I thought you loved me, Mom. (I bet for the first time in your life, you wished I meant anal.) Once you hit your 20s, everyone starts throwing around the "A" word: adult. Spread your wings and fly, or be prepared to fall. Like it or not, your 20s are the time when you transition from a young adult into the real thing.
I remember when I used to have baby teeth and things were simple. Is this what I rushed my entire childhood of sitting on my ass and not having a care in the world for? Is this growing up? I’m broke, I’m single, and I’m chubby. No one said growing up is easy, and thank God because no one likes a liar. Let’s be real: Living in your 20s today is akin to living your life a hair away from a Britney Spears meltdown. You’re feeling everything you can possibly feel: excitement, fear, anxiety, nausea and everything in between.Īs you’re sitting back and wondering, the roller coaster deviously soars off into the heights of the sky, and you suddenly realize you don’t have a seatbelt.īeing in your 20s can best be described by gracefully trying to become an adult one day and trying to decide which accessory best matches your straight jacket the next day. You’re on a roller coaster that is moments from taking off.