“You better get ready to send out a lot of resumes. Job market’s just not what it used to be. Now, all these kids think they can just live with their parents forever…”
By the time she graduated, she had to keep her eyes from slamming up into the back of her head from the sheer tedium of the advice. Her parents, her professors, random armchair experts using her in the grocery aisle. Every older person around was like a broken record about “economy” this and “lazy teens” that.
She wasn’t ever that worried. She’d sometimes jokingly respond to her parents that she could always just become a municipal service toilet; one of those women stationed around the city, ass hanging out of a wall for any random pedestrian to dump a load into. It was never a serious possibility, though. Her grades were always high enough to keep her out of a dead-end job like that.