So... what do you do?

My mother has told me after reading this blog that most people would die to have the week I just wrote about. That is because she is employed with a salary and works from 7-7. I would die to have her working week so I could not worry about paying my rent. Why does everyone assume that not working is fun? That I relish admitting that at 24 I am doing nothing with my life despite having two degrees, speaking three languages and a lot of work experience. I AM EMBARRASSED.

I looked this word up and the definition of embarrassed has been modernised to this economic recession. Can you believe this is what came up?



Someone asked me what I did the other night and I either had to be honest and say, "Absolutely nothing" or make up a fake job. This question has become the equivalent of the single girl Bridget Jones dilemma, be honest that you are miserable and alone or make up a Mills and Boon story about a sexy Brazilian named Jesus you shagged all weekend.