My life currently consists of "in the meantime".

I'm waiting for my graduation paperwork to go through so I can be endowed with the somewhat dubious honor of a University degree and I'm looking for a job to go with said degree, so that I can find a place to go with said job.

"In the meantime"... I'm kickin' it at my parents' house (don't have to tell anyone how much fun that is), applying for any job that I can possibly do (or that a trained rat could do), and doing a remarkable number of favors to fill the time (babysitting, sewing, free-handing, whatever).

I hate "in the meantime". It's just filler. It's pretend life. "Could you hold this and this and this, while I sort out this over here and then I'll have figured out what I want to be when I grow up?"

I know I should probably make it count, you know, fill it with worthy stuff. But, I'm also sick. So, 'in the meantime', I just don't care.