SORRY LADIES AND GENTS, THE TRUTH IS YOU WON'T MAKE 100 GRAND OUT OF COLLEGE!

This is dedicated to anyone who had to suffer through their first job out of college:

For those of you that graduated, found your dream job and are as happy as a lark with what you are doing then more power to ya, it doesn't happen much. Most of us had jobs renting cars (which also means washing the nasty things,) selling trailers, working retail and dealing with customers who need someone to yell at, working 50-60 hours a week for a boss that doesn't even appreciate us and lays you off first chance they get (they lost the best employee they ever had, my friend), or just hating what you do because you became a psychology major and couldn't find a job that had anything to do with it (I know, I know, my parents told me that would happen.) Well, I will tell you what I am glad I am past that first job stage, and I along with about half of my friends started out renting cars. The job really wouldn't have been so bad if wasn't for the hours, the customers, the heat, the cold, washing the cars, the a$$holes that weren't satisfied with the chevy cobalt or the dodge caravan, the incessant rate quotes (because they thought the price would change in 30 minutes, um...yes sir, I do recognize your voice..) And for the record, the best part of the job was the people and I LOVE THEM AND MISS THEM, the job just wasn't for me. But they will also feel these frustrations. I worked as a waitress in college and loved the fact that after I graduated I would move onto a job that kept me from spilling ketchup all over myself. I thought that would be the best thing in the world. Little did I know that I would go from spilling ketchup to spilling soapy water and window cleaner on myself everyday. I spent my first year and a half of being a "real person" being a slave to the man in the car business. Now if money is what drives you then car rental is the way to go because if you think about it, everyone needs wheels, sensible business. But I personally traded in my car washing hat for a non-profit (which I have since figured out means not for money) victims services hat. I love my new job, but as my grandmother says I get paid in hugs. Ever since the day I decided to leave my first job I vowed I would not wash another car, and I haven't...and Damn is my car dirty.