My in-laws look down in disdain on me because gasp I WORK FOR A SUPERMARKET CHAIN GOD HEAVEN FORBID WHAT WILL THE NEIGHBORS THINK???
As I sweetly explained to them, “You know, I’m a second generation American. All my grandparents came here not speaking English and doing whatever was necessary to stay alive. My maternal grandparents were cooks. My paternal grandparents were laborers. My parents did whatever they could to help their families. They didn’t sit on their asses in their lace-curtained houses waiting to be rescued by somebody who could provide them with the life they’d become accustomed to.” (said with a smarmy smile)
Yeah, you just don’t go there with me. I’ve actually been more smarmy and ruder IRL. The fact that it goes over a few of their heads (because, really, god forbid they expose themselves to lives other than their bubbles) makes my blood boil.
And yes, I have a master’s degree. I taught for a few years. Working in corporate food service is, surprisingly, more stable than applying to the scant number of teaching jobs in one’s discipline.