This is the last one from our friend Court, who just graduated and has a long way to go before he can be as bitter as cho_kettie about college, but he’s certainly off to a good start. I’d say he passes the test to become a regular at TMF, wouldn’t you?
I recently got a ‘temporary’ ‘job’ at a title company. I put the words, temporary and job in quotes because a) I have no idea how long I’ll be working there, and b) it’s the shittiest job in the universe.
Here’s what four years at an extremely prestigious college gets you. Definitions like this:
Title Company: A title company is responsible for all the complicated shit involved in buying houses and other things of that nature.
And jobs like this. Here’s what I do. Get ready.
My job: Delivering the important shit to the correct people. I transfer checks, titles, big ass stacks of paper, and even the occasional, complimentary fleece to the company’s clients. Who would ever wear one of those?
Oh yeah, everyone who works at the office. Literally, all the dudes wear logo’d tees almost everyday. Short sleeve, golf tees. So walking into work everyday, I immediately dismiss everyone I see wearing one as a moron. I don’t even have to speak to them, not that they would be interested in speaking to the delivery bitch, but it wouldn’t matter. If they’re going to come to work EVERYDAY wearing a company golf shirt, then everything else about them is irrelevant. I don’t care what they have to say, what they do, where they went to school or anything like that.