Whereas a few years ago you would laugh into their acne-ridden faces, now you find yourself redrafting your 10-year old CV in order to become a fellow member of the Dixie team, because the elitist bastards at McDonald’s rejected you months ago. It’s not that you’ve lost all ambition, it’s just that you’ve finally come to the realisation that although you’ve watched every episode of Madmen threefold, you do not instantly get that glamorous job in advertising. And, just because you’ve dressed as an astronaut every Halloween since 1992, you do not instantly get lunar planning permission for that castle you’d promised yourself. Sadly, that’s not the way things work. At the very least you’ll need one generic science degree and a close family relation with an integral directorial role in the NASA program. That, or stacks of cash. And, judging by the scant size of your cash-only envelope of minimum wage, handed to you by your dodgy manager of unknown origin round the back of Dixie’s, this is probably not the case. So your advice to 5-year old you? Lower your expectations, and then lower them again, because, like it or not, your parents were almost certainly right.
Whereas a few years ago you would laugh into their acne-ridden faces, now you find yourself redrafting your 10-year old CV in order to become a fellow member of the Dixie team, because the elitist bastards at McDonald’s rejected you months ago. It’s not that you’ve lost all ambition, it’s just that you’ve finally come to the realisation that although you’ve watched every episode of Madmen threefold, you do not instantly get that glamorous job in advertising. And, just because you’ve dressed as an astronaut every Halloween since 1992, you do not instantly get lunar planning permission for that castle you’d promised yourself. Sadly, that’s not the way things work. At the very least you’ll need one generic science degree and a close family relation with an integral directorial role in the NASA program. That, or stacks of cash. And, judging by the scant size of your cash-only envelope of minimum wage, handed to you by your dodgy manager of unknown origin round the back of Dixie’s, this is probably not the case. So your advice to 5-year old you? Lower your expectations, and then lower them again, because, like it or not, your parents were almost certainly right.