In conversation:
My mother wistfully looked off into space and said: "One day, you'll get a job... and...."
I did a double take. "What do you mean GET a job?!?!?!"I work 45 hours a week. Factor in transportation... I pretty much have a full time job.
Mom looks at me like I'm a retard, you know the pitying look you give a wounded gerbil and sweetly replies: "What kind of job is this that you can't even afford to get an apartment? That's not a job. When you get a real job you'll be able to do all sorts of things."
wow. Just wow.
I understand that times are tough. But I always thought parents were supposed be mad at you because you're working in a "seedy" "sexual" "dangerous" environment. Mine are just mad at me because I suck at stripping.
Back to the "Failure" thread, I go.



I work 45 hours a week. Factor in transportation... I pretty much have a full time job. 

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