Every story has a beginning.

Once upon a time, they told me that if I studied, had good grades, and went to college, I would be able to find a good job that paid me well. I always did. I had straight A’s, went to college, and finished a bachelor’s degree. But when the time came to find my well-paying job (*insert cricket noises*). Unintentionally, my parents had raised me for a world that no longer existed. So, at some point…