Yesterday my housemate and I went to Tequila Willie\’s for her friend\’s birthday. A club, bar-like atmosphere. Some people…line-dancing? And many songs that was centered around how great the Steelers were: \”Here we go…\”
\”What do you do?\” a drunk guy came up to my housemate and me while we were sitting in the lounge.
We both stated that we were in graduate school. She in international development. Me in human computer interaction, which I added an extra line of explanation. He looked at me confused and as most people did, he finally gave me an you-are-so-elite look.
In his exiting speech, he pointed to both of us saying that we would make a lot of money and that we were so smart. I denied it (and out of typical courtesy), because I never liked being put on a pedestal like that. Jen shook her head and pointed at me, saying that I had went to Berkeley…and was going to CMU, so thus intelligence must be a large part of my character.
And he seemed to only like me that much.
Sure, I will make around 75k when I do finally get a job. But what about it. Money doesn\’t bring happiness and I am too full of bitterness.