The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Hello to all my quite possibly absent readers!

It has been over 2 months since my last confession *cough* I mean post.

The passing time has not been kind to my young soul, forcing me to forgo many a planned outing or date in favor of the time crunching, heart wrenching babysitting job. I'm still unemployed, though the writing gig with Collegenews.com has lasted me through the drop below 8000 in the DOW, albeit with significantly less moolah in my Kenneth Cole wallet.

Like all lazy SOB's couch surfing in their parents home, I gained an addiction to Family Guy and five pounds without a job opportunity in sight. The final straw was pulled when my mother came home to find me lying on my bed, the largest coffee known to man sitting amongst the refuse on my side table, still in last night's pjs watching "Slums of Beverly Hills" on my laptop.

That's when she thew my suit at me and told me to get a freaking appointment with a temp agency before she took my laptop away and exiled me to the laundry room.

So that's what I did, bolstered with courage from a hazelnut latte and a Luna bar. After sitting in a small office for what seemed like a millenia filling out their data sheets and W4 forms, I emerged with a large envelope stuffed with information and a huge chip on my shoulder. The chip smelled faintly of failure and middle class morality, and was heavy enough to shift my mood from hopeful to pungently irritated.

Two days later I received a phone call from the company asking me if I'd like to do some customer service job a few towns over. I looked up at my college degree, loathed my life to all sorts of bottom dwelling and said "no thank you, but I'd like to be kept informed of other opportunities."

I've since regretted my decision to sign up for temping, as it restricts me to the bland world of the Jerz rather than the ritzy metropolis of Manhattan. Instead, I must peruse the intrawebz in search of a temping/employment agency situated in the greatest city in the world (if any of you Midwesterners attempt to shout "Chicago" at your computer screens I will have to come through it and smack you. You know who you are...)

I welcome any information anyone might have on hoarding away money and ignoring the blatant cries from friends to come out and "par-tay".

Damn you, Recession, damn you.