Here's what I got so far (still in second person):
You're the youngest child in a poor family, and you're sick of it. You want money, power, respect. You want to be a corporate god and own the world. Nobody would make fun of you then, and your overworked parents wouldn't have to worry about a thing for the rest of their lives. Too bad dreams are far from reality. You have to work like a dog just to pay for university, though the summer job you scored through a friend pays pretty well. It's at a resort, and you're sure you can work your way up the ranks from a petty member of the wait staff. At least, you were until you got dumped in a strange world. Now you have to take orders from some loud-mouthed girl, when you're obviously the better leader. She's got no right to boss you around. Keramon would make a good lackey, but he doesn't listen to a word you say. He's a good confidant, though, and has yet to blab that you're not the privileged middle-class you like to pretend you are.