It's Week FOUR. O.K Diary. I need to find my ass a freaking job like YESTERDAY! I cannot live in this house any longer. I guess you can say I officially moved back home this week. No, I am not confused. I told you I moved back in last week� let me explain. I don�t know about anybody else�s house, but in mine, the first week is what I call �a week of grace.� My parents were so sweet, I just did what I wanted, no chores no nagging, it was all, �Femi would you like this?� and �Femi don�t worry about that, I�ll take care of it,� you know all peaches� till this freaking Monday. So I�m asleep when the phone rings. I wake up and look at my bedside clock and see it�s 10:12am. I look at the caller ID, I see it�s my Dad so I answer it. I guess I sound sleepy cos my Dad says �Are you still sleeping?� I wipe my eyes, �I was but it�s o.k. Daddy, did you forget something?� �No.� O-kaaaaaaaaaaaay �Is there something you wanted?� �I just wanted to make sure you�re awake?� Huh? �Why do you have to do that?� �Femi.� He seems rather angry �Yes Daddy.� �You cannot spend the whole day sleeping.� My temperature is slowly rising, �Daddy it�s only ten o�clock. Besides I have nothing to do.� �It�s only 10 o�clock? If you had a job would you be sleeping at 10 o�clock?� he asks sarcastically. �Well I don�t have a job.� �Exactly. And sleeping at 10 o�clock is not going to help you find a job, is it?� �Dad you know I�ve been applying to different places and sending out resumes.� Lord, what is up with this man? �But obviously not today.� �Daddy, it is only 10�o�clock!� �The earlier riser catches the�� I hiss rather loudly �What was that?� I can hear the anger in his voice. �Nothing.� Dang I�m in trouble. �Is it wrong for a father to worry about his child?� �No Daddy.� �After all the money I�ve spent on your education is it too much to ask you to play your own part?� What da hell is he on about? �Daddy, you know it is a soft economy. Didn�t you tell me the other day that people were being laid off at work? The jobs are hard to find.� �Yes they are hard to find. But if you look hard enough you�ll find them. Nobody ever achieved anything sleeping till ten o�clock, watching T.V all day getting fat. I bet you have not done your morning exercises yet.� �Daddy, you woke me up. I haven�t yet had time to do them.� �Nobody likes a fat girl. I know you�ve lost some of the weight you put on in your first year but if you are just sleeping all day you will balloon back to that weight. You used to be so pretty in highschool.� Fuck freshman 15 or in my case freshman 40. Silence. �Femi, are you still there?� �Yes Daddy.� �O.K, you were quiet for a minute I thought the line had cut off.� Whatever �Is there anything else you wanted?� �Yeah, I called to speak to your Aunt Rebecca. Is she still around?� �Yes, Daddy, she�s in the kitchen.� I thought he just wanted to make sure I was awake. Nonsense. Can you imagine that? This man just wants to torture me. Is it my fault that Bush messed up the economy and Bin Laden further wrecked it? What da hell does this man want from me? Anyway, I called my old manager at Starbucks and he said I could probably start tomorrow. Well, I guess that�s a job. For a measly $8/hr. Can you believe a freaking college graduate is making $8/hr? And you know this is still not going to make that man happy because it is not a real job with benefits. Whatever. I�ll try to save the money and move the hell out of this prison he calls a house� Oh well�. Yeah, one more thing Diary�on Friday, Tommy called.                                                                 Femi, 12:53am, Sunday, May 5, 2002