I’ve been unemployed for exactly a month now. I thought I was doing a good job being a well-behaved parasite vacationer, but just recently, my mother has stopped an expletive short of bullying me out of the house to find a real job–one with humane distance-to-hours ratio and humane pay and benefits. I haven’t done any serious jobhunting. I’ve been tinkering with my resume and my Jobstreet page, clicking on some vacancies, and I’ve gotten numerous invitations for screenings. My parents and boyfriend did not approve a single screening I attended, and continue to nag me to apply for positions I don’t like, which means I need a new set of loved ones. I have a scheduled interview tomorrow, and it bothers me that I confirmed after receiving a poorly composed text interview invite.
Fabulously unemployed: Update