I don't have a job! If I don't get a job by July, I'm gonna have to move back in with my parents in NJ. Who knew when I decided to go to law school that I'd be stuck in this situation, with an economic collapse and a legal industry in the shambles? It seems extraordinarily unfair, but since I'm not one of the Madoff victims or someone similarly devastated by the economic situation, I won't cry. Too much. Still, it seems like the timing couldn't be worse. I'm graduating right when no one's hiring. In a year, people will be hiring again. Last year, people were hiring. It just so happens that no one is hiring. Right. Now.
I thought by now I'd have a job. I thought I'd be able to plan for a Bar Trip to an exotic locale. I thought I'd be able to splurge a bit and buy season tickets to the Mets. I thought I'd be apartment hunting. I thought I'd finally be able to live a grown up life, supporting myself, paying my bills, living and working in NY.
Instead, I'm faced with the prospect of asking my parents for help, moving back in with them, and doing... what? Urgh.
I'm stressed and I'm scared, and I can't do anything but stare with furrowed brow at the news and then change the channel to something mindless (like Rachel Ray's 30 Minute Meals) and eat chocolate.
Any good news, you ask me? Err... baseball's back. I love baseball so much, I could take it behind the middle school and get it pregnant. ... what? I don't know.
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