I got out of Yale in 1964, promptly got married, and found myself in a strange city with no job. Pickings were slim, and my first full-time job was selling Fuller Brush, door-to-door. It was hard-slogging work in the hot sun, dragging that case full of samples from one door to the next. And, I wasn't very good at it, to boot.
In the space of a mere four weeks I got an education that this whiny female Yalie perhaps won't get for another three decades, if then. I learned two indelible and necessary lessons 1) The world does not owe you a living, and 2) There ain't no free lunch.
I would call this lady a putz, but she'd not a lady and she's not equipped to be a putz. She has the style for it, though. LOL.
Congressman Billybob
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It takes a certain likability and toughness to make a good putz. I’ve learned these things the hard way.