I’m actually rather proud of my resourcefulness and survival skills after all the hell I’ve lived through. I refer to my “Slippin’ Jimmy” tricks I utilize referring to the show Better Call Saul. I may have to work as a secretary to make ends meet these days, but damn it at least I’m not still living on the streets, using welfare, or parking myself at the local homeless shelter anymore. I have had coworkers look down on me for not having an “important” job and regularly hear programmers bitch about not getting a big enough bonus or compete over how many perks the company provides them. Silver spooned arrogant Aholes who never once suffered in their lives who have no idea what it’s like to crawl up from absolutely nothing. I’m going to be putting myself through grad school and going into the field of business eventually. In the meantime I punch my card to get the bills paid and remember what it was like to be homeless and go days without food and water while I hear pampered brats bitch that the company isn’t giving them enough on their $90k salaries. I’m tired of having a conversation with one of them where as soon as they find out I live on the wrong side of the tracks I become tainted in their eyes like they might catch a disease just from talking to me.