Could be, I always return stuff if it is sub-standard.

# Summary

An overqualified individual with high-level education, struggling to find employment, starts a job at a sewing shop, reflecting on the humility and joy found in pursuing a passion for sewing, while also critically addressing personal vices and societal expectations.

# Abstract

The author, possessing a Mechanical Engineering degree from UCD and an MBA from the top-rated IESE Business School, is facing employment challenges, unable to secure job interviews despite a strong academic background. Advised by their trade union to conceal their education, they resort to working at a sewing shop located near Nørreport station, inviting tourists to visit. The author grapples with the humiliation of this situation, juxtaposing it with the genuine happiness sewing brings them. They plan to write a humorous note of gratitude to their vices, acknowledging pride, greed, and sloth for leading them away from their life's purpose and familial responsibilities. This introspection leads to a realization of self-victimization, prompting a moment of self-reflection.

# Opinions

- The author feels a sense of humiliation in having to take a job that does not require their level of education, highlighting societal pressures and personal disappointment.
- Despite this, they find genuine fulfillment and joy in their new role at the sewing shop, suggesting that following one's passion can be more rewarding than pursuing prestige or financial gain.
- The author acknowledges their own pride and greed as vices that have distracted them from their true goals and family.
- Sloth is also recognized as a personal vice that hindered the pursuit of life goals, indicating a sense of personal responsibility for past choices.
- A moment of self-reflection reveals the author's recognition of playing the victim to their own vices, suggesting a potential turning point in their perspective on life and career.

I think I’ll write a Jimmy-Fallon thank-you note for all the vices.

“Thank you pride, for driving me after money and prestige to the detriment of my life’s purpose.

Thank you, greed, for letting me ignore my children’s bids for attention as I rush them out the door to school so I could keep my glorified debt-collector job at Oracle and my fancy car.

Thank you sloth, for eating away at my true goals in life. I was born by caesarian section; even then I took the easier, softer way.”

I think I’ll write a Jimmy-Fallon thank-you note for all the vices.

JFC, this is too maudlin, even for me.