Panic Attack Incoming....
We're going to temple tonight. I don't anticipate that I'll see too many people that I grew up with, but everyone will want to know what my parents' oldest daughter is doing with herself lately. Which reminds me of Thanksgiving, which is FULL of people I really don't want to see. People who would (not) joke about me failing out of school, about majoring in Arabic, about liking to write, about not being able to drive, about not being in any Indian clubs on campus, etc.
I really just don't know what to say to them. "Hey, I'm doing a certificate in Arabic at NYU because I was too lazy and didn't apply to actual graduate school, and I'm looking for a job unsuccessfully, while sitting in my parents' house wanting to scream?" Things would be exponentially better if I had a fucking job, a real one, paralegaling or something. Just so I can feel useful, be useful, and get all these people off my back.
I hate not being (actually being, night classes don't count) in school, or employed. Economy's bad, sure, but apparently no one in my family's circle of friends is having any problem, which squarely puts the blame on my shoulders. It's just bullshit; I work hard, I apply for a trillion jobs every single day, and I don't get a fucking thing. There's got to be a lawyer somewhere in New York City or Westchester that needs a little brown girl to work at a desk. There has to be.
I really just don't know what to say to them. "Hey, I'm doing a certificate in Arabic at NYU because I was too lazy and didn't apply to actual graduate school, and I'm looking for a job unsuccessfully, while sitting in my parents' house wanting to scream?" Things would be exponentially better if I had a fucking job, a real one, paralegaling or something. Just so I can feel useful, be useful, and get all these people off my back.
I hate not being (actually being, night classes don't count) in school, or employed. Economy's bad, sure, but apparently no one in my family's circle of friends is having any problem, which squarely puts the blame on my shoulders. It's just bullshit; I work hard, I apply for a trillion jobs every single day, and I don't get a fucking thing. There's got to be a lawyer somewhere in New York City or Westchester that needs a little brown girl to work at a desk. There has to be.