You worked hard, starting in your early teens when you heard someone ask "wouldn't you like to go to University?" You study, you work a little job, you head off and pick that subject you've been thinking about since then to read, it's an old fashioned word but it's right.
Graduation, relief, a holiday and a job hunt, knowing the competition is going to be tough but after something between a few and too many you're accepted and start.
Demonstrating the knowledge, building the experience, different hard work from before but you're getting it done and it will get easier in a while. At least that's what "they" tell you along with the other thing about your luck.
Funny how no one remembers that luck comes from hard work.
Then this turn, the whispers about difficulties become managers talking about tough economic times, competitive landscapes and then a consultation. You head off to the meeting and consult.
After a while it sinks in, maybe because you share the news with the important people in your life and possibly because someone, meaning well says "You're lucky, you're young, you'll bounce back."
Bounce back, am I made of rubber?
Now you're in it and there's a set amount of time while you carry on working, nothing close to the years you spent training for this. Still I'm lucky. Am I allowed to be angry too.
Not in work but at work, at that person who talked about your bounce, at the older guys who talk a little too loudly about their years of service and what that's worth while the others can't quite look you in the eye. Just in case it's contagious.
You'll be OK you're young and lucky.
With a lot of hard work behind you, and when you think about it like that there's a little room for something else to come up, which might just be something close to this. If I'm young and lucky why do I feel like this, not just angry that it's me, not just resentful that I've been sold a dream and no one mentioned an ending like this.
Which makes room for another question, what's next?
Will it be just another job?