Lets start at the beginning. The root of the summer job search. The moment you realize you are updating your Instagram while your friends are updating their LinkedIn. And your parents keep asking you what you want to do with your life and of course American Idol just had their last season, so that plan is obviously out.

Like weren't we all supposed to hang out at the pool all summer and re-watch "One Tree Hill"?! Very confused, but whatever let the games begin.

You start searching around town looking for the perfect job. Unfortunately, Taylor Swift's assistant position is already filled, so after careful planning, you set up a job interview with a local company and prep as hard as you did for the SAT (lol okay, maybe not that hard, I had nightmares about misbubbling Scantrons for months after that).

You channel your inner warrior and you prepare to get the job of your dreams or at least the one that is five minutes from your house... because if 13 years of figure skating taught me anything it is that your inner diva is always one rhinestone away... or one job interview away and losing (the job) is not an option.

You get the job and you are feeling as powerful as Hillary Clinton did when she tweeted at Donald Trump, "Delete your account." Your Snapchat story is definitely updated with the new job scenery -- maybe pencils and polyester pant suits (not mine of course, I draw the line somewhere) -- or something that says you're super profesh. And then you begin your work.

As you are typing, or lets be honest, latte carrying, you take a look at the clock. Wow so weird, it is only 9:01 a.m. And you check it again like five hours later just to realize it is only 9:17 a.m. Is this thing broken?!

And then the terrible realization hits you that you have to work like twelve days before you can pay for half of a Lululemon shirt.

It is super annoying when you realize that even though you are a Leo and used to running things, you aren't allowed to run the whole office because you are still 19 and a sophomore and instead, the female version of Lord Voldemort gets to tell you what to do. And she just dropped off like 29,873,492 things for you to finish in the next two hours.

But like any fierce woman, the only thing worse than a mediocre summer job is quitting a mediocre summer job. So you channel your inner Beyoncé Pad Thai once more and you pull yourself together.

And it turns out you are actually not too bad at this summer job...

Look who is updating their LinkedIn now b*tches.