Poor little Rich Girl

I desperately need a job.
I've applied to over twenty jobs since the beginning of June and only heard back from the Gap, who informed me that they were reviewing applications for the next few weeks.
I have student loan debt that's going to amount to over $250,000.00 after I graduate in 2011, and I would like to start saving money up for that and/ or be able to feed myself. But no, it apparently does not work out that way. Which is quite disheartening. I have 'skills' in reception and bookkeeping from a job I had for five years back in CT, and one would think that a job that would involve those skills would be found all over Boston. But not so. No, there's no room for me in the workforce, and I hate it. I hate sleeping all day, because I want to do things. I haven't worked the whole entire previous school year, except for a brief interlude during winter break when I arranged fruit back home. I need money, and while I would hope that writing somehow could pay the bills, it doesn't. Neither does art. Or Russian.
So, I might have to go back to CT for the rest of the summer to make some money. Which would be far from terrible, except that I'm pretty positive I'd be missing some very big things going on up here in Somerville.
And I refuse to work at Starbucks. Because everyone works there. EVERYONE.
If only I still went to church, if only our economy wasn't about to collapse under the weight of massive debt and stupidity on the part of the stock market. Those were the days.