Is that cat pee I smell? Nope, just the scent of dying dreams.

I spend too much time reading these awful stories about JDs who live in their parents basement,and want to kill themselves over student debt. I'm five months shy of the basement, but I continue to hope, however naively, that I'll get another job.  I've actually started applying for some.

I went to a temp agency, and that experience was gross enough to make me email a recruiter from a document review service and beg for a temp job there. At least the money would be better and no one else gets a cut of it.  And you're required to have a law license.
  
First, the temp agency smelled like cat pee.  They made me do this written tests where I had to do proofreading and math.  Stuff that I have never needed because I have spell checker and a calculator.  They told me of course they could find me legal work as a secretary or an assistant.   But I started to realize I don't want to do that kind of work.  I like the law, but not enough to do something a high school educated person, like the girl who informed in the lobby that you alphabetize files by the subject's LAST name, could do.  She can have that $10/hour job.  She's gonna need it more than me.  I can work for per diem companies, and go on income based repayment, and eat ramen for the rest of my life.  But I'm working as a secretary   Paralegal, yes.  Secretary, no.

I would rather work retail than work at a law firm as a secretary. I know the kinds of toxic attorneys I'd be working with.  RETAIL.

I also posted my resume on a few different websites and am continuing to apply for things. The only other thing of note that has happened in my life is that I finally got my closet cleaned out enough to see the floor and I will be selling some stuff on Craigslist soon.