Okay, so last summer I worked for a beer distributer, stocking shelves pretty much (its called a merchandiser). It was a sweet job because I only worked with one person the whole day and they were usually pretty laid back and focused on their work. In addition, it pays $12 an hour + expenses and gives 40 hours a week on average (sometimes it goes over, great overtime pay ). Anyways. Part of the condition of me living at home while I'm at college is having a job available during summer and winter breaks. This winter I didn't work because I got fired from my cashier job. My mom made it hell for me and on top of that I had a financial aid mess for college to deal with. So anyways, I survived the winter, but my brain was barely in one piece. It was definitely the worst break I've ever had because my mom was *constantly* on my ass about how I didn't have a job and didn't even socialize or volunteer, basically I sat in my room. She didn't know about my SPD back then and neither did I. Anyhow, fast forward to today. I applied for the job I had last year a month and a half earlier than I did last year. I barely made it onto a waiting list of people who applied for the job. My step brother applied 2 weeks later (still a full month before we applied last year) and was immediately rejected. Anyways, I have been home for a month now, and not only have I not started working yet, I don't even know if I have the job yet. I've been calling them for an hour now and I keep getting their voicemail. I think its absurd that a company this size is sending people to voicemail on a Monday. I was already starting work for them at this point last year and not only do I need the money, but I also need to get my mom off my back. She knows about my SPD now, so she was patient for the first 3 weeks, at least relatively speaking, because she is never really patient, she just hides her impatience. But now she has begun hounding me to get a job again. But the worst thing is that the summer jobs are probably all full by now (relatively speaking, because there will always be summer jobs, but the vast majority have already been filled). My mom wants me to go back to my old job (as a cashier, which I hated ) and I may not have many options. If I had known my merchandiser job would be such a hassle to get back this year, I would have applied elsewhere too, but it is sadly too late and I don't have contacts to hook me up with a job like my step brother always does. I'm getting stressed out because I know this is just going to turn into another debacle like this winter was. The last thing I need is a lecture every day about how 'you're 21 now, you aren't a kid anymore, you need to grow up (essentially the same line I've been hearing since I was 12)' and how 'I just *NEED* a job' or it'll be the end of the world because I'm not making money and I owe my 'so much money'. I have borrowed over the last year about $10,000 from my mom, for a used car because my last one broke down and to cover the gap in my financial aid because my mom arbitrarily refused to cosign a private loan with me, but I have also paid back $6000 of that. I suppose if you count car insurance I could still owe $4500 or $5000. But still. I am a COLLEGE STUDENT. I don't have a full time job. I have a minimum wage job, half of my pay from that job goes to paying fees for school, or getting supplies like laundry detergent. I can't deal with her constant reminding me about how I need to keep paying her back, only to simultaniously get lectured about how I don't have enough cash saved up -_- . WTF? I have about $2000-2500 in savings in the form of silver coins but because it isn't cash I suppose it doesn't count. I've paid back $6000 in the last year, which any broke college student will tell you is staggering. If I didn't 'owe' her money back, I could have saved up that money to make myself more self sufficient. I am so frustrated with her. I just wish I could have normal f^&*ing parents. My step father today told me "you don't get over a disorder by sitting around, you get over a disorder by getting up, going out and doing things and being active". Granted, he was angry that I had slept in when I was supposed to be taking care of my dog, a mistake I admit being solely my fault. But he doesn't know how to use computers and I am willing to bet my mother didn't do a very good job explaining it to him. I don't even think she did that much research to be honest, I think she just skimmed the wikipedia article. This is what I have to deal with. Sorry to anyone reading this it's probably a mess and its long. I just had to rant and blow off some of this stress. To be honest though, sometimes I wish they had just kicked me out of the house. It'd be tougher in the aspect that I'd be paying rent 4 months out of the year, and buying my own food, but it would be easier than dealing with this crap.