I graduated college in summer 2008. I get paid above the market average (despite the recession) and I work for a company that takes great care of me. Grown up life is going way better than I ever dreamed it would. Here's the kicker: I fucking hate it. Every Friday night I get plastered, purely for the college nostalgia. I'm creating this monologue in an effort to share my experiences with all you poor fucks out there who are either sharing my pain, or know that it's coming soon.