Who Said Minimum Wage

Twenty-three years of no responsibility. Seriously, think about it. Up until now, all we’ve had to worry about is getting in and out of school without a DUI, a DWI, an MIP and avoiding every other letter in the alphabet. Then came spring semester and that numbing feeling of what the hell am I going to do with the rest of my life. You had to sit there and pretend like you didn’t have a care in the world about your future plans, meanwhile secretly freaking out and voraciously posting your resume on monster.com. Then one day your phone rings, the offer’s made, your stomach jumps into your throat, and suddenly you’re on cloud nine celebrating your non-existent working girl alter-ego. Slow down there, you’re not VP just yet. Cloud nine hovers until day one, then reality sets in. Minimum wage: wait what?