I drive a perodua.
Some of the trainees drive a mini, merc, honda civic, or some other super duper space age sports car with a million horse powered twin turbo engine plus an exhaust pipe the size of a baby head to boot.. not to mention the other cars that they OWN.
I wear a beat up swatch watch.
Some of the trainees are wearing rolexes .
I'm wearing shirts which don't fit well and are either 5 years old, or just bought at the recent megasale at a discount.
Some of the trainees are wearing sharp, crisp, wrinkle-free shirts which fit them like second skin and requires CUFFLINKS that costs at least a few hundred bucks more.
I own ONE full suit I bought from parkson at a megasale.
Some of the trainees are wearing custom made designer suits.
I mostly have my makans at mamak stalls and similar-priced stalls.
Some of the trainees talk about eating at hotels, and pishy poshy places with names that you can't even pronounce.
I'm 27. With all the pretty paper qualifications and about 6 years of full-time work experience under my belt.
Some of the trainees are at most 23 years old. 0 years of work experience.
Study hard mum said. Get all your As. Get a good job. Work hard. You'll make it, mum said.
It seems like she was wrong. It seems like working hard all my life got me nowhere.
It seems like the only way to be able to MAKE IT in this country is
a) to be born into a rich family or
b) marry into one.
It seems like this rat race is just one big fucking scam, and I'm the last one to know about it.
LIES. ALL LIES.
Today, I feel like giving up.