I had quite a college experience. I spent my junior year abroad in Germany and the summer before that working in a factory there for Bayer, made a ton of money too. I hitchiked to Kiev and all over in between, learned a lot about myself that way. When I came back, I finished up in my 4th year, going part time (thanks to AP credits), but my band was doing pretty well by then and I couldn't give it up to get a real job. So I vowed to stick it out one more year, do landscaping or other BS jobs by day to be a rock star by night, record a demo and see where it went. Well, it went nowhere. I even got to hand a demo tape to Geddy Lee personally.
So I then decided to move back to NJ and figure out what to do. A neighbor gave me a job monitoring air quality at asbestos abatement sites and I gave some guitar lessons at night. When the air qual. job disappeared (neighbor was later killed in the WTC, first plane hit his office window), I went down to DC to visit an American buddy I had gone to school with in Germany. He was working for his senator, Max Baucus. I ran into so many people I knew in DC that weekend, I knew I had to be there. I moved there two weeks later and pounded the pavement for SIX *****ING MONTHS until I got a real job offer, meanwhile doing BS jobs at night to cover rent and booze. One of the happiest moments of my life was calling my dad to tell him I finally had a job for $17.5k a year with health insurance. I thought I was rich. Competition in DC in like nowhere else is the country and I was near serious depression and self-doubt from that long job search and the poverty. But it turned out to be a great first step and I made a ton of friends and other business contacts I keep in touch with personally and professionally to this day.
Oh, and I was never once asked about my degree in a job interview. In fact, the only person who ever asked about college was my current boss who noticed a year's gap in my resume between graduation and when I got a real job. My first boss hired me because she was familiar with my prep school, driving by it all the time when she visited her daughter at Princeton.