I’ve been in New York for exactly one month and I am thoroughly fucked. After working three shifts at the store, the manager decided that I was not aggressive enough. Wow. Really? I mean, really? My middle name is aggressive. This prompted an all out interview bonanza. I went through seven interviews the first week, and two this week. Still nothing. Let me see: I went to culinary school and housekeeping school, and the agency sends me to interviews for housekeeper/cook or housekeeper positions. Why do these families turn me down because I don’t have enough childcare experience? Seriously? I think it would help if they advertised for a nanny/housekeeper and not waste my time or their time. Don’t get me started about apartment searching. The short-term rental company that I had contacted for a weekly room was busted for scamming people. I had a sublet for two weeks but it was expensive. I should have just waited and found a cheap room for rent. My cats have moved around as much as I have. They were in the car, in a kennel, at a pet sitter and now at a friend’s house…but not for long. Mufasa and Diablo, the little heathens that they are, have been using her couch as a scratching post. Now I have to find a place for them…until I find an apartment…and a job. So yeah, I’m fucked.