Begs the Man of the House

I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who had to depend on her family to get her a job.

I worked my ass off all through high school and college to get good grades, but it never seemed like enough.

A solid B+ average wasn’t terrible by any means, but when I was going up against students with piles of extra–circulars who had been taking one internship after another since high school, my good GPA wasn’t good enough.

I spent the summer after graduation applying to on entry level job after another.

The unpaid internships beckoned with their promises of experience and getting your name in front of the corporate higher–ups.

“Most companies ALWAYS hire out of their intern pools,” my best friend Macy had told me.

Macy was lucky enough to have snagged an internship with a big environmental law firm her senior year, and when the next round of hiring happened after graduation, she was well–liked enough to make the cut.

I sighed, closing the browser window. I wasn’t a trust fund kid, so I needed a job that paid actual money.

My landlord wouldn’t exactly accept “experience” as a rent payment, but unless I managed to get something soon, I was screwed.

Coming home with my tail between my legs a month later was depressing to say the least.

I’d exhausted every employment opportunity within sane driving distance.

Either I didn’t have enough experience (no shit, I just got out of college) or I was overqualified (of course I’m overqualified, I didn’t study for four years to make lattes).

I pulled up in the driveway and stared at the house. My Mom was off on one of her spa getaways again.

She seemed to be gone more than she was home, but the situation seemed to work well for her and my stepfather.