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We all grew up with AIM. It was a staple of our maturation from children to teenagers. My favorite feature of AIM was the away message. It was a forum in which you could brag about what awesome thing you were pretending to do at the moment. However, like all great things, AIM has aged and become a thing of the past. But what if we, as postgrads, could post away messages today? And what if they were brutally honest? They would probably look a little something like this:
- Spending my hard earned money on the least expensive food in the grocery store. I thought the college dining hall food was bad.
- Commuting to work, tuning out radio commercials on the way to a job I don’t find rewarding.
- Checking my credit card statement and wondering how people save money.
- At happy hour. I’m under the impression that because drinks and appetizers are at a reduced price I am being economically savvy by purchasing so many.
- Cooking a meal that could be out-Instagrammed by a third country refugee. Instagramming it anyway.
- On an uncomfortable errand run to Costco because I forgot to restock on toilet paper before I ran out.
- Watching a show on Netflix for four hours that I don’t even enjoy…on my parents’ Netflix account.
- Posting an away message to make my job seem demanding to my peers.
- Bundled in a comforter and sweats because I can’t afford to turn my heat on during the Polar Vortex.
- Pouring the last cup of coffee in the break room with no intention of making a new pot. Then getting mad at the next guy to do it.
- Googling “get rich quick” schemes.
- Facebook stalking that kid from high school that got hired at Goldman Sachs. Living vicariously through him.
- Mentally preparing myself for a minimal effort workout. Failing to motivate.
- Finally getting to the laundry I’ve put off for the last four weeks. Might be two quarters short.
- Drinking a bottle of wine by myself.
- Catching up with the pizza delivery guy—it’s been a whole three days since I last saw him.
- Staring at a blank Excel Spreadsheet.
- Trying to convince my boss that I’m busy.
- Staring at my apartment carpet hoping that it will magically vacuum itself.
- Calling my mom to figure out how to fold a fitted sheet. Just bunching it up anyway.
- Eating at Chipotle for lunch for the third straight day. Hoping for free guacamole.
- Looking up the price of cleaning ladies. Considering switching professions.
- Wishing I took that fifth year victory lap.
Whelp, I guess it would basically be like Twitter.
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AIM and MSN Messenger was where all the babes spent their time in 6th and 7th grade.