I'm Not Home

I'm Not Home

I think I'm going to stop answering our phone. Last night, one of my Mum's friends called and she always asks me about my job search. And it's not just the casual "How's it going?", she asks about every single detail. Every interview, every application. And she likes to give advice that I already know. And I can just hear her feeling sorry for me over the phone. The 'hmm...'s and the 'oh...'s and the 'good luck's. Every time.