Working part-time is frustrating now that I don't have the bar to study for anymore (at least for now). Once my work for the week is done by Thursday morning, I spend almost all of my time looking for a "grown-up" job, as in full-time with a livable salary and benefits. Being stuck living at my parents is horrific because it is infantilizing. For example, if I want to go out, I must inform them of where I am going and with whom, and I must return within the time frame that I give them for my excursion. If I do not tell them this information, that I will be subject to an interrogation and constant check-ins via my cell phone. I just want a job that pays enough for me to move out of my parents' house (again). But having wasted so much time on education has left my looking for entry-level jobs while people my age generally have already climbed the corporate ladder to the middle rungs and can apply for jobs that require experience.
Perhaps I should turn to writing romance novels, since my staid life is as dreary as any bored housewife's that is the typical fan of said trash...
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