Can I have a Kit-Kat?

I’m coming to terms with Have you found a job yet? I’ve lost count who has asked once, who has asked twice, who has asked every other day...and no, I didn’t keep count.

On bad days, I wish I could scream Give me a break! I’m sorry, I really am but I’m curious what kind of an answer you are expecting to hear. And if I were to even hint that I’m not looking for one yet, you’d go all hysterical and after regaining your composure, ask me nicely Why not? (a pitch too high and an eyebrow too raised) or not so nicely What?!! You’re loafing on your parents? And no, this is not a figment of my imagination. Yes, I know my acerbity here is probably a little overwhelming and yes, I'm also aware that you care a lot for me but perhaps you’ve asked once too many?

I love work. I love a challenge, anytime. I love to enjoy the fruits of my labour, for “there is nothing better for a man than to enjoy his work, because that is his lot.” A job is not just a job; It should be something which I can make a difference in, but don’t ask me why I’m not going back to MOE (the "best" question I’ve gotten so far is But what else can you do?) because I want to see what’s out there. As much as I hate it, I’m succumbing to social pressure to look for one, so that I can announce that I have a job now (and pls, get off my back, thank you very much).

Of course I have plans, but perhaps, I’m just not ready to tell?

How would you have reacted if the situation were reversed? I can’t possibly tell you to scamper off and mind your own business, can I? Teach me…I’m sapped.