You have no children. You do not have a wife, a girlfriend, an ailing mother/ father/ aunt/ grandmother. You don't even have sick pets. You don't have pets at all.And yet, there you are. Leaning back, laughing, chatting loudly with your unemployed friends from back home who have all the time in the world to update you on all the hookups of all the other unemployed people who never left town.
And there's always this part of the conversation:
"Yeah, it's fine. No, really. I'm just at work."
No wonder everyone hates our generation.
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