My mum simply doesn’t understand temporary joblessness. She doesn’t understand that people might need to take some time to figure out who they are and what they want to do, and that jumping from one job to another without any pause is akin to a mental disease.
It sucks also that the world will not let you tread water, financially I mean. I have two months before my contract ends and already I’m sweating at the prospect of a) not having a job lined up, and b) facing my mother without one.
(I should add that in all other respects, she is a sweet lady)