I've Got a Case of the Mondays

I really hate Mondays. I know that I currently don't have a legitament reason to hate Monday's because I don't have a job, but I still don't like them.

I wake up at 8 o'clock every day, and call the same people that I always do, and e-mail the same people that I always do. Every day, every week. I also stay close to the phone just in case it rings and the person on the other end decides that they want to give me a job offer.

I also, because I live with my parents do what I have to do to help out. I clean up the breakfast plates, take care of the dishwasher, vaccum the apartment, clean my bathroom, and after dinner I wash all of the pots, and once again take care of the dishwasher.

I also do whatever it is they ask me do. Because they are my parents and even though I'm almost 25 I still have to listen to them because they are my parents.

So, my Dad hands me an application that my Mom got for me the other day. For Starbucks. Me working at Starbucks?? That would be a funny site for the human eye. I wouldn't want to screw up someone's Venti Soy Chai Latte.

They want me to get something while I wait for 2 potential things to come through or not come through for me. I understand that, I need money very badly. I also need something to keep me sane.

I applied for a job at the Gap, and I think that I'm just going to do what I did once before and apply on half the stores on Michigan Avenue.

The thing is, no matter where I apply for a job I'm still going to have to wait. Wait for someone to call me for an interview, and then wait again for the second interview, and then wait for either an offer or rejection.

I know that we all have to do whatever it is we have to do to get by, I mean, I've worked in retail. It may not require a lot of thinking, but its a lot of work, and not a lot of money. But discounts make it all worthwhile. :-)

If you want my honesty on this one I'll give it to you. As long as I don't get any hate mail for it.

I don't want to work at Starbucks, or any fast-food place, or in construction.

I don't want to move back to NY.

I don't want to take a job because its a job and need the money.

I am however, happy because its summertime and its been a great one so far.

I also would like my parents, especially my Mom, to realize that I will not be jobless forever. I would also like them to know that this is MY life. And believe me, I've tried to talk to them about this, but they don't care. I could be 40 married with 3 kids and they'd still be owning the copyrights to my life.

I need to get out of this city for a few days. I really think that I do. Or maybe I just need to move out as soon as possible.