I’m going to Atlanta for thanksgiving. For six days. With 7 loud children under 13, 6 stepsiblings and spouses, 5 people out of those two groups staying with my dad and stepmom (not including me), 4 days I’ll probably be sleeping in their neighbor’s apartment, 3 kids 5 or under, 2 flights on fucking AirTran, ...

I need to be employed, like, right now. I’m tired of not doing anything because I have no money. I’m tired of being in my apartment all the freakin’ time. Because when you go from working all the time and only being in your apartment to fall dead asleep to being there all the time, ...