I love Mr. Mafioso on AskMen. Look, college boy, he writes, there are certain lessons that all the books in the world couldnt teach you.
Strikes a chord with me. I came out of college quite the college girl. It was a college in rural Minnesota, very academic, very intellectual. How academic? How intellectual? More students pass the MedCAT from this school than any in the nation, or did at last count. It produces doctors and lawyers, but not necessarily rich ones; more typically labor lawyers and inner-city clinic doctors, or med and law-school professors.
I think it attracts more than its share of NFs Idealists (only 8-10% of the population). Whatever job the Idealist has, its a means to an end: saving the world. This is the college boy Mr. M. is talking about, and the college girl who has to learn to put on her Big Girl Panties, because one can never save the world, but one can lose ones job.
When I left that ivory tower and landed my first job, they saw me coming. Determined to be honest, brave and true (and believing that others were), I got all the extra work, my job description expanding to match the infinite boundaries of my naivete; I got the worst...