This articulates how I feel today:
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Starbucks thought I should intern for a few months and see how it goes. Nothing tests one’s patience and tolerance, quite like being broke as a joke and tirelessly looking for work. I mean, I have some cashola stashed, but momma has to pay for things like, oh… say, rent. Making sure I have a roof over my head currently trumps me being able to afford anything that exists outside of said roof.