Interning

So your parents thought it would be a good idea to build some work ethic because they were sick of buying your grades for you and wining and dining the Board of Trustees so you didn't flunk out of whatever boarding school you went to. They pulled a few strings with their high powered friends and got you an internship in Manhattan or Los Angeles shadowing an editor at some Conde Nast publication (since you can't officially intern there anymore, thanks to some litigious "overworked" college assholes) or some PR firm. You ran errands and got coffee for a few starlets a couple of times, but you mostly sat there scrolling through your social media all day. 

And when it came time to applying for college internships and actual jobs, your resumé was nearly impressive until your pedestrian GPA caught a few eyes of potential employers. But you didn't exactly dazzle them in interviews by conveying yourself as a candidate that was appealing enough to hire, either. So you never exactly learned how to sell yourself, what with your parents buying everything for you. So yet again, you found yourself hinting at your parents to pull some strings. They initially refuse, then weeks later will text you hinting that their friend's son's startup is hiring and could use someone to do some PR for them. When you realize you're "over it," and by it, we mean, having a legit job, you'll fall back on a trust fund baby career instead. They will probably pay for your Tracy Anderson Method classes and Pressed Juicery habit along with your West Village apartment until you're 30. 

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