Graduation left me homeless once more (I had been living in the computer lab and sleeping under the cutting table). I didn't figure on being homeless for long. I mean, finding a supporting wage couldn't be too hard, not with the burst of fanfare I had emerged from as a resume. Even if I could just barely grasp the concept of the word "professional", I figured I could get by on talent. I wasn't worried. And time passed.And it passed some more.As Summer burned into its full glory, I had yet to get a response from a single employer. Fear began to creep in through the cracks. While I was at school I had no time to absorb the idea that all my belongings were gone but now there was all the time in the world. I kept wanting to read things, use things, wear things that had always been there and been mine, but couldn't. That really messes with your mind. I told myself that all I needed was a job, any job, and it would all be okay. It would be soon, it had to be soon...On my second or third month of unemployment I was watching "The Daily Show" on Comedy Central. They were in the middle of a "correspondence piece" where Rob Courdry exclaimed as his square tassel hat magically transformed into a fast food server's chapeau, "Ah graduation. That magical time when you trade one of these for one of these." He then proceeded to throw the paper hat in the garbage, adding, "Or it would, except that Wendy's currently isn't hiring right now." He went on to report on employment opportunities in the sex trade. If the situation had entered into mainstream comedy that could only mean that it was pandemic. There really were no jobs and if there were no jobs, there would be no home. A deep sense of failure and desolation replaced any excitement I had left from graduation and as Summer slowly drifted by without promise, I was forced to surrender to a grim reality. Life would have to wait. Nothing ahead and nothing behind, I became Adrift.