The Erosion of the Degree

Dear Delyara, I am standing near the perimeter fence at 1:20 AM, watching the security lights cut through the fine rain, feeling a profound sense of career displacement. I hold a university degree in Business Management and Marketing, yet my daily life consists of checking padlocks, recording vehicle registrations, and monitoring empty corridors. The structured, corporate trajectory I thought I was building has completely evaporated, leaving me in a professional wasteland. I don't know who I am when I look at my reflection in the guard house window. Am I the director building a luxury artifact brand? Or am I just the guy on the night shift trying to avoid insolvency? The confusion is a constant, suffocating fog that drains the energy right out of my choices.