You spend years working towards a degree, with the aspiration of earning something like £250k on an annual basis.
Once you finish uni and enter the big bad world, you come to realise your degree is of little help when applying to jobs, because the employer says he/she wants 'experience over qualifications' (obviously this differs between which jobs you apply to and if it's a very specific field).
After several months of searching, attempting to convince yourself and others the thousands of pounds worth of debt you're now in is still worth it and that your time is yet to come.
You then find yourself begrudgingly accepting and then working a 52 hour week, on something around £17k annual.
While you're stacking the shelves with those dusty, torn up, cardboard boxes, you stop for a split second. You sit on a spare box and you think "I should have taken that £250k"...
Take the £250k.