#6: Welcome to Adulthood
Before the internet, the expectation for job interviews was close to reality. You’d walk in, fill out the application, and hand in a printed copy of your resume. Now? It feels like you have to sell your firstborn to even get in the door of certain websites. Don’t get me started on the password requirements.

They want you to come up with and remember a ten-character password with symbols, capitals, and numbers that you’ll never use again. I swear that logging in a second time a week later should prove that you’re capable of sliding in as upper management—anyone who can juggle all that has excellent skills.