Unemployed and Insane

From the age of fifteen I've had about every undesirable job imaginable; Quizno's "sandwich artist," Pizza hut server, country club hostess and busser, and the dreaded telemarketer. However, there was a ray of sunshine amidst a clouded sky the day that I got my dream job; a Development Intern at a major medical system. Everything was going right. My mom had an "in," I had a fake interview ("Oh Hi, Sarah. When can you start?"), and I was hired on the spot. Not to mention the fact that a paid internship in 2010 was a pretty big deal, even though I made a meager $10/hour. I worked 9-5 for two summers and two winters, expecting for it to turn into a full-time position. I was exalted for being "the best intern we've ever had!" and "a motivated individual!" only to find out that our VP at the time was paying bills out of accounts that didn't exist, leading us into major debt. So here I am now, an unemployed college graduate. I feel like I'm in a crowded train station staring up into the sky at the movie camera screaming, "HELLO! SOMEONE HIRE ME!" Alas, I pinch myself to realize that I am not even in a major city where there is public transportation... I am crying in my mom's bed as she tickles my back and tries to comfort me by reading me Reader's Digest articles.

The medical system offered to hire me back as an intern, but couldn't give me a raise of 5 whole dollars to put me at $15/hour. And, the new VP was "too busy" to talk about my future with the organization. Really?

Okay, I've had a few interviews but now I am even more confused than I was before. Are they going to hire me or not?! I would like to move out of my house ASAP, and that doesn't seem very likely at the moment. I'm not asking to be the next President or anything, just a job making next to nothing where I can feel like I'm actually making a difference in the world. What was the highlight of my day? Going to Wegman's. I feel like a housewife without the benefits of being one, aka no rich husband, no cute kids, no money, no Lexus SUV.

I suppose it could be worse. I could have cancer or something. But you know what? I'm going to let myself have a pity party. I deserve it damn it.So I'd just like to say "FUCK YOU, New VP! P.S. Please check your inbox because I'm going to send you my resume in hopes that you've changed your mind."