I went to college being the first person in all of my immediate and extended family to make something of myself and not have to struggle through life like everyone in my family. College was great but it was a huge struggle financially, academically, and mentally. I graduate after 5 years with a great degree in a very demanding and respectable field.
Me being the luck I have graduate during one of the worst times in recent economic history and don't have a job lined up after school like the proceeding graduating classes. So I go home to my parents and debate life and meaning of it all all while searching for a job. I have 1 interview a month or so after getting home but it's factory work being a floor supervisor, a job my father has done since he got out of high school. I really didn't want to take the job but I was rejected not even giving me an option to turn them down. This makes me feel completely dejected.
Many months later with no new prospects at all on the horizon along comes an email from a recruiter asking about my interest in a position. I agree to an interview and just 2 days later I am offered the position and start the next day. The job has me sitting in a cubicle taking measurements with a ruler and calipers of this piece of shit machine that is used to compress together

ing bolt assemblies. I take the measurements and draw the machine in AutoCAD. I get pretty far into it and they tell me to take 25 or so CAD drawings of different Part Assemblies and to make exploded and assembled views from the prints (basically copy and edit the existing drawing). That is what my job consists of.
I want to blow my brains out. Of course I know I shouldn't complain because it is a decent paycheck (very low for what I should be making with my qualifications) and it's something to put on my resume but every single morning when my alarm goes off I regret even waking up at all. Every ounce of myself I have put into life up to this point has lead me to doing something that in my eyes I would be more happy doing manual labor or flipping burgers.
So maybe that is a "small" description of how I feel at the moment though words could never truly describe how all this is making me feel.