I made it.
I skipped college, landed a cushy tech job, lived in San Francisco for two years, and finally moved to New York City. Somebody pinch me.
In the spirit of new beginnings, I want to take a moment to reflect on the last three years of my life, and to pay homage to the start of it all.
When I was 18, I made the brazen decision to skip college. With high hopes, an engorged ego, and absolutely no marketable skills, I drove through the Nevada desert and into Silicon Valley, where I would effortlessly ride on the coattails of previous college dropouts like Mark Zuckerberg and Bill Gates.
Or so I thought.
In reality, I drove two hours north of Silicon Valley to a town with cheaper rent (aka, my grandma’s house). After three weeks of resume-polishing and email-sending, I unsurprisingly didn’t receive any offer letters from Google or Facebook. Thus, I learned my first important life lesson:
1. Things don’t always go your way (shocking, I know).
So, dear reader, I had to take a minimum wage job in the meantime. I decided to descend from the Heavens and grace the restaurants of the town with my glorious job application, complete with congressional internships and superfluous adolescent gloating.
