I Earn 10,000 a Month as a Crematorium Security Guard, and My Boss Wants Me to Get a Tattoo on My First Day

I'm twenty-two this year. I just graduated from a third-rate university in S City, and I've become a perfect example of the old saying: graduation means unemployment. I have no impressive qualifications or work experience, and I don't know how to handle people in the real world. No decent company is willing to hire me. Holding the resume I'd sent out countless times, I crouched by the roadside, terribly depressed, and couldn't help sighing.