People that go to my school are pretentious little pricks who need to be pimp-slapped.
This morning we’re discussing changes to the banking industry over the last 30 years in my Collective Bargaining class. It’s clear that technology has caused major shifts to banking employment, with ATMs displacing human tellers and electronic check processing eliminating the need for many back-office workers. But a select few of my classmates, sporting their designer sunglasses, Ralph Lauren sweaters (of course with polos underneath, collars popped), and obnoxious boat shoes, decide to take these trends and extrapolate to the extreme.
“Yeah, I mean, nobody uses checks anymore. If bank workers were to go on strike, nothing would really stop. Employers transfer money electronically now and everyone can check their account online. We don’t even need branch offices, to tell you the truth.”
It never ceases to amaze me how blind these uppity Long Island prepsters can be to reality. The fact that some middle and lower class workers don’t have computers or regular Internet access never occurs to them, because they can whip out the smartphone that Mommy and Daddy pay for and check on their trust funds, or on how their favorite sports team is doing, or track the shipping on that new coat that they absolutely must have, regardless of price. They don’t realize that that cell phone is a luxury, and that the money they spend on that new coat could buy enough used ones for children in need to keep them warm for years to come.
There are Cornell facilities workers who faithfully pick up their checks from their supervisors every two weeks. They drive those checks to the bank and deposit them themselves for two reasons: a) they need a sense of physical control over their money, as they aren’t familiar enough with expensive technology to trust it with financial matters, and b) they don’t have a way to consistently use such new-fangled technology.
Some people weren’t born with a silver spoon in their mouths, and the sooner they realize that the better. No wonder there’s such disdain for Ivy League graduates — everyone assumes that we’re out of touch with reality. Everyone assumes that we have no idea of the struggles of everyday life for those who aren’t immensely wealthy.
I hope it’s a label with which I don’t get unfairly branded in the future thanks to my fellow graduates who happen to be douchebags.