I've never worked a proper job. The first was so bad it would make me vomit to speak of it. The second, if it can be called a 'job', is the military, and while I will be getting onto active duty some day down the road, I haven't done more than basic training and reserve work, which is not a nine to five day job.

But now I work for a company. I need to wear something with a collar, unless it's a 'dress down day'. They have cute slogans to remind the employees of what to do and what not to do. My management structure seems to change monthly, I have health care (which sucks), I can earn bonuses, and finally for the first time in over a year I actually have responsibilities (besides the reserves).

I... don't know if I should be proud of myself to work for a company with decent pay, a professional look, and one where serving food, lifting things, or dealing with customers in person is not a part of the job description, or if I should feel like I'm another college drop out who's dreams are being sacrificed on the alter of adulthood.

... Okay that's way too melodramatic. Instead of feeling proud or disappointed, I should use all the new cash I'll be making to buy hookers, cocaine, and lots and lots of furry art! If by hookers I mean a tablet and photo-shop and by cocaine I mean pot. I mean, er, clothes. Yes, gotta buy nice clothes to impress my fellow cubicle... cubiclians... cuberculosi... dudes...