Sense of Entitlement

Ok so, you're broke, living in a dumpy apartment that you have decided to call 'kitsch' to cover up the fact that it sucks, you're using public transit or riding that rusty bike you found on Craigslist for ten bucks and you're currently working retail to get by. Welcome to the real world little hipster! The thing that irks me is this sense of entitlement that you bring with you when you're hired. This attitude that you're just too damn good for anything and everything that you've been hired for, yet you want more money for doing nothing. Lattes start your morning and along with it come dirty looks, slacking off and the assumption that for just be being there; you should get paid twenty bucks an hour. Get over yourself. Most people are earning minimum wage and don't complain half as much as you do. I worked at the same store for eight years, and I worked my butt off and only get a raise once a year and it was nothing (sometimes literally nothing). You have to actually do your job, show up on time, and do what your manager tells you and not talk back and show some damn initiative. Maybe after a year, then I’ll see if you deserve a raise; not a week after you started. Just because Mommy and Daddy gave you money for rent, food, your shitty bike and those way too tight clothes so you could enjoy your ten years of school (slacking) doesn’t entitle you to be lazy as hell. Get up, get a job, show up on time and shut up. Grow up little hipster, grow up. Hug your dog. Pick up its pop. Enough said.