It barely seems worth mentioning that I'm still jobless. You would have heard otherwise, reader-san. The day I get hired, Chicago will collapse to its knees, ears bleeding, from my shrill squeaks of delight. Puppies citywide will stampede, ships will sail, buildings will crumble, and my mom will be disappointed that I took the wrong job. Because no matter who hires me, I promise you, it's the 'wrong job'.
Those of y'all in the theater world know how i feel. Few children become what their parents expect, if any. Pad's parents have been incredibly supportive of his goals (and they're lawyers, for chrissake), and set a rare example of light-touch parenting. Of course, he doesn't have panic dreams about getting a B+, but I doubt he misses them.
So I continue to go on interviews, and follow up, and apply to anything I can find. Ironically, both my stepfather and bio-dad talk about Chicago in unflattering terms, and Mom suggests things like avoiding ATM surcharges and applying for THIS job, this one right here online. I'm deeply grateful for their financial support, and help in my job hunt. But damn, the interest is pretty steep.
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I look forward to the coming apocalypse that will result from your job acquisition (jobacolypse?).
You're crazy smart and keenly able to figure out what is best for you. Whatever you find will be what you need.
Still, it's amazing how parents can still affect us, even into adulthood, eh?
Parenting never ends. It's hard to let go, but we can better choose our battles.
Hang in there, Jady. If your mom is so worried about you, remind her that she raised you and that her worries come from her own self-doubt about parenting. Tell her not to be so hard on herself and that you're proof that she did fine.
Lastly; the reason our parents know how to push our buttons so well is because they installed them.
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