A cry for help

It’s amazing how quickly the calm of vacation disappears. After two glorious weeks of sunning, swimming, watching movies, reading and eating, I’m back to my usual stressed out self. School starts in two weeks and I don’t have a job. Last summer I interviewed at least twice a week and by this time I’d turned down several job offers. This summer I’ve got nothing, and it’s not for lack of trying.

I don’t know what to do. Long before I got pregnant, Boyfiend and I decided that one of us would stay home with the baby until he or she is school age. Since he now has the better job, the stay at home part falls to me. So any job I’d accept, if I were to be offered a position, would be temporary. I’d be done after February. Which leaves me with several options.

A. Screw it. Spend the next six months eating bon-bons and watching soap operas. Or, more realistically, watching Dawson’s Creek and Felicity reruns.

B. Take a job in the ghetto. There are no shortage of jobs in the ghetto, I’ve just been too proud to apply to work there. At least if I got stuck working in Southwest Philly I’d know the end was in sight- six months is nothing, especially since all the good long vacations fall in the first half of the school year. On the other hand, the idea of working in the ghetto while pregnant isn’t really appealing. Safety first.

C. Head back to my old standby job at the bagel shop. It’s familiar, it pays cash, and I love eating there.

D. Find some other job. Maybe I could find something I could do at home. I’m an excellent speller.

Any suggestions? I don’t know what to do and time is running out.