The Job Thing

I didn't mention it in the last post because it's a little stereotypical, but I'm sort of depressed. Part of this stems from being away from Zoey for an extended period of time. But another part is that I'm unemployed. I hate being jobless. Whenever I end up in this situation I usually just go and get a job. But for some reason that's not working out this time. I've been to pretty much every reputable establishment within reasonable distance and still no luck.

Everybody of course assumes that I'm just not looking hard enough. And maybe that's true. A part of me likes not having to get up every morning to do some meaningless job. But for the most part I want to get out of my house now and again. For economic reasons as well as health reasons. It can't be good for me sitting on my couch or laying in bed every day. But when I'm not working, it's hard to find motivation to go and do anything. After all, there's only so much you can do without money.

I heard my Mom on the phone with my Grandfather earlier, apparently he has some job as a bus monitor lined up for me. Several problems arise when I think about this.

1) I'm going on 22 years old. I hate having to live with my parents to begin with.
2) The fact that my Mom and Grandpa are teaming up to find me a job tells me that they simply don't think I could do it myself (Or I would have one by now)
3) I hate kids, Why would I want to watch them every day making sure they stay buckled.

At the very least I'll be making some money. And that's more than I can say right now. Who knows, maybe the experience will be enriching or something. I doubt it though, I think it's just going to be a big pain in the ass.