RUNNING OUT OF TIME AND WITH LIMITED OPTIONS

The scene goes something like this.  The clock is ticking.  So here I'm at.  I'm almost ready to head back home.  I should've been leaving a few minutes ago.  I keep telling myself that a few more minutes won't hurt.  Then I remind myself that I'm not living in my own apartment anymore.  I was forced to move back in with my Mom when I was unable to afford my own apartment.  It's hard to afford my own apartment when I'm unemployed.  I was employed for only two months and barely a week between January 2011 to now.  There's nothing heroic about such a fate.  I'm scared that I'm now unemployable.  How can I be employable when my most recent jobs (KFC only lasted four and a half hours and Earthbound Trading Company lasted only four days) has been exercises in the single most brief employment ever.  So now I must adhere to Mom's rules again.  No offense to Mom, but being forced to adhere to her rules is a huge step backwards for me.  I want to move forward.  However, I can't do so without employment.  So I'll keep filling out job application forms.  I won't there has to be an end to this seemingly endless employment drought. 
While I'm filling out job application forms, here are some photos of Chloë Grace Moretz.