Millennial Sisyphus keeps entering all the information from his resume into the web form, only for it to delete everything when he tries to move to the next page. He just goes back and types it all up again, over and over again, forever, and he never gets a job.
Millennial Tantalus has been promised that his unpaid internship will become a paid position as soon as the company has space for him. Every week he sees their new job posting. Every week he asks his boss if he can have a real job. The boss shrugs apologetically and says he’ll just have to make do with being paid in experience a little longer. He goes back and keeps working, over and over again, forever, and he never reaches the fruits of his labors.
Millennial Persephone can’t get a job without a degree, but because she had to take out loans to pay for college, she must spend 1/3 of her life working just to pay them off.
Millennial Cassandra’s title is Social Media Coordinator, she was hired to be the expert, but every time she tries to explain the problems in her company’s social media decisionmaking, the managers don’t listen…and end up hiring expensive PR flacks to repair the damage to their reputation when things blow up exactly as she predicted.
Millennial Medusa uses multiple shades of primer and opaque foundation to cover the scars snaking across her face, hiding the bruises, aligning the asymmetry in her broken nose and jaw. Red matte on the lips, green shimmer on the lids. Flawless liner on the first try. She’s had lots and lots of practice. She films her transformation in secret for all to see and learn, and again, men are turned to anonymous stone faces screaming in horror. “Liar!” “Witch!” “Take her swimming on the first date!” These words do not discourage her. These words are a challenge. GlamGorgonXx posts another video.
Millennial Prometheus uploads another PDF to his site. He’s lost track of the printing and edition of this textbook. He knows they just rearranged some of chapters then charge 150 dollars per copy, and the professor wrote the book himself. the ZIP fills uploads successfully, and he starts uploading the next one. He isn’t afraid of the potential lawsuit. knowledge shouldn’t held out of reach like this.
Millennial Circe screenshots all the lewd messages she gets from men on online dating sites and posts them on her very popular Instagram along with their pictures and usernames. When people accuse her of attempting to destroy their reputations, she insists she’s just revealing them for the pigs they truly are.
Millennial Icarus has a Master’s degree. He applies for a graduate job. He is rejected without being offered so much as feedback on his CV. He applies for another graduate job, at a slightly less prestigious firm. The result is the same. Another. The same. Wash, rinse, repeat. He remembers the advice his tutor gave him: ‘the job market is saturated with people like you. That’s just how it is. Don’t be ashamed to apply for entry level positions and work your way up. You don’t always have to aim high.’ He puts his degree certificate in his desk drawer, looks at it guiltily, and turns the key. He applies for five jobs one afternoon; in shops, bars, offices. Decent, paid work. He is rejected four times without recall, and once on his way out of the building after a decent enough interview. The weeks pass. He applies. He is rejected. Wash, rinse, repeat. Icarus’ shoes, the smart, shiny black ones he bought in preparation for meetings with potential employers, gather dust at the bottom of his wardrobe. And he forgets the rest of the advice his tutor gave him: ‘you are worth more than just your time. Never settle for somewhere that won’t recompense you. Don’t let them use you. You can aim too low, too.’ He applies for an unpaid internship; six months, no salary, no expenses, an hour commute, no job guarantee. He loses the key to his desk drawer. The shoes he bought gather more dust; he won’t wear them, they look ridiculous, shoes which cost money to go to a job which pays none. He remembers that his tutor told him: ‘if you aim too high, you’ll only fall further.’ He forgets that his tutor told him: ‘if you aim too low, you’ll never crawl your way back up.’ And Millennial Icarus never falls, because he never flies.
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