Wednesday 4 June, 1997
"Okay, let's look at this realistically, bro. We're both fresh out of College, and"
"Speak for yourself."
"Alright, fine. I'm fresh out of College, and you're fresh out of a Technical Education school. Better? Okay. We've both spent almost our entire lives in schools of one sort or another. We've both spent our free time studying instead of partying. Tell me, Saul, what do we have to show for all of our effort?"
"Well, I'd have to say all we have to show for it are a couple of sheets of fine paper that have very fancy writing on them. That, and massive student loan debts."
"Exactly. No jobs, no fast cars, no beautiful women vying for our attention. Just massive debt and two sheets of fine paper with fancy writing on them.. Well, to be fair, my sheet of paper says that people have to call me 'Doctor', but that's the extent of my benefits."
"Well, 'Doctor', what do you propose we do about this situation? Just sit around bitching about how we're just a couple of unemployed losers who've wasted our lives in school racking up massive debt rather than getting jobs straight out of high school? Is that what you really want?"
"Dude, calm down. You and I both know that's not what I'm suggesting. It's just that the job market around here is crap right now, so it's almost a waste of time to go out and look for work. I'm just looking for ideas as to how we should get ourselves some gainful employment."
"Well... I guess I might be able to finagle a couple of jobs at my Uncle's bottling plant. It sure as hell won't pay enough to do much more than make our minimum payments on our loans, but it's a start."