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Living at my parent's house is an equation for breaking out into a cold sweat. Mom has called me one two three four times already today. The last time she called to let me know she was going into a meeting.
I need to drive to Atlanta to get my visa from the Korean Consul. She has decided she will go with me, and that we will go tonight. I've been resistant to it, but gave in remembering I don't have a job or money. They have taken good care of me, but for fuck's sake stop treating me like I'm made out of brittle clay. I'll survive the trip if my packing peanut parents aren't there to cushion it. My skin is clammy. The pathetic, concerned looks she gives me when I'm leaving to go read at my favorite smoke-filled coffee shop is a gnat in my ear.
The Korean consul in Atlanta wants a personal letter of reference, which my recruiter did not tell me I needed to bring. I can't get the fucks in Atlanta on the phone, and I may pop a blood vessel in my eye if they want me to have my diploma notarized and appostilled.
I need to drive to Atlanta to get my visa from the Korean Consul. She has decided she will go with me, and that we will go tonight. I've been resistant to it, but gave in remembering I don't have a job or money. They have taken good care of me, but for fuck's sake stop treating me like I'm made out of brittle clay. I'll survive the trip if my packing peanut parents aren't there to cushion it. My skin is clammy. The pathetic, concerned looks she gives me when I'm leaving to go read at my favorite smoke-filled coffee shop is a gnat in my ear.
The Korean consul in Atlanta wants a personal letter of reference, which my recruiter did not tell me I needed to bring. I can't get the fucks in Atlanta on the phone, and I may pop a blood vessel in my eye if they want me to have my diploma notarized and appostilled.