I moved to Toronto, ready to stop working in retail and get a 'real job.' Turns, out, I wasn't qualified for anything I wanted to do. (I wanted to do clerical work in a hospital.) I signed up for medical terminology classes that start in January and end up in July. While I'm waiting for the class to start, I have to sell jewelry that, frankly, is not as fancy as what I was used to selling. On top of that, I have to make people believe what I'm selling are the Crown Jewels. I am sick and tired of only having enough money for groceries. I have to keep telling myself that living here and budgeting what little money I have for groceries is better than living at home, making what I used to be making driving my car and having to put up with my mother day in and day out. I hate being smushed on the subway, I hate walking past restaurant windows and seeing people enjoying meals and being able to pay for them. I hate having to ask my parents for money because I ran out of chicken. I hate waiting for a paycheck doing a job I absolutely hate.