I finally had to make a decision. I'm out of money so if I can't find a job in June, It's back to the parent's basement for me. I can see myself now, sitting in the dark and sinking into a black despair because of feeling like an utter failure. I don't care what you say. I say F*A*I*L*U*R*E. I'm a 32 year old college graduate and should be able to support myself for heaven's sake.
My mom is only too happy to have me move home and live with her. I don't think she understands the depth of depression that I will get in. I have always been active in church, but I won't want to go if I move back into my home ward. All the well meaning looks and sideways glances of pity because of the pathetic adult daughter that that Baker's have to harbor because she's still single and now completely unemployable.
So pray for a job. Anything. I mean, I would like a *real* job as opposed to one that any old high school drop out qualifies for... but we've already established that my degree is completely worthless and all it did was accrue me tens of thousands of dollars in debt. I've even sunk so low as to apply at .... well let's just say I cried as I turned in the application. But even *they* haven't called me back. This feels great.