So I’m a young adult. A millennial, as Forbes likes to call us people who have these mainstream jobs, own a smartphone and know a thing or two about how a business works. You know, the future. And this is such an ambiguous introduction to what I actually want to say. Oh, screw it. I’m a 24 year old millennial who decided that today she would wear a skater dress, with sneakers, and a jeans jacket just to show off with the fact that she works in an IT company. Yeeeeaaah, riiight.
Anyway. And this 24 year old girl (girl? woman? I have no freaking clue) just got her hands on the printed “The fault in our stars” novel, because my eyes were getting really tired after reading that
illegally downloaded pdf (am I allowed to say that? Too late).
So I get off work and go wait for the tram, because that’s what millennials do on their commute to and from work. (I know about this “commute” thing from Forbes as well 😉 And no, I’m not against Forbes, it’s just a really good source to quote. Ahem).
And I get in the tram after 20 minutes of sweating in the sun and I sit, opening my book. After I read a page, I look in front of me and 2 seats away there’s a girl I know, who is 4 years younger. She’s wearing a silk blouse, with some office like pants, has a pretty impressive statement necklace and an awesome bag. All black, silver necklace. So posh and Vogue-ish. And I’m in my purple skater dress. With green sneakers. Reading “The fault in our stars”. Stable job and everything. Looking like a 14 year old coming back from classes. Didn’t get away much from the nerdy look I had back in high school.
Just realized the title of this doesn’t actually make anyone laugh at themselves. I didn’t even write about tips and tricks. Did it get you to read this? Don’t answer that. Take it as a motto. Whatever. I’m a grown-up. I’m a millennial. I’m the future. In green sneakers. Who just ordered shawarma.
Don’t judge me.