320 Miles, 3 Years, 1 Breakdown: Welcome to Post-Grad Hell
After a grueling three years earning an elusive degree (first in family, no less), our brave heroine's graduation spectacle in the big city was a 5.5-hour family road trip extravaganza. Picture proud faces, caps, gowns, and professors sipping casual drinks — an elegant last hurrah before the post-ceremony sob fest in the backseat during a 320-mile car journey home. Job prospects? Slim and minimum wage, with humiliating 'dole queue' moments and waitress shifts thrown in for flavor. Thankfully, hope arrived 70 miles from home with trainee reporter gigs so nerve-wracking her dad drove, and this time, miraculously, no tears. Parenthood, entrepreneurship, and emotional wreckage neatly wrapped in one saga.
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Graduated finally, only to experience a 320-mile reverse migration to childhood bedroom jail. Welcome to adulting: minimum wage gigs, dole line shame, and desperate whispering to yourself that 'this is temporary.' No one warned us about the post-grad car window waterworks.
From 5.5 hours of family road trip glee to silent crying concerts in a cramped backseat—graduate life is just trust-falling into a wage-slave abyss with no safety net.
Turning cap and gown vibes into a dull renaissance of waitressing poverty and dole queue humiliation: modern post-grad life is basically a series of tragic sequels.
Source: Businessinsider | Published: 10/8/2025 | Author: Jane Ridley
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