Blair Breckenridge stared up at the sky as she floated on a raft in her parents’ pool. The sound of a text notification going off on her phone caught her attention, but instead of checking it, she continued to float. Floating through life. That’s what her parents had accused her of doing when they sat her down just a week after her college graduation to ask what her plan was now that she was a legit adult.

But how was she supposed to know? She was only twenty-two after all. She couldn’t possibly know what the hell she wanted to do with the rest of her life. And how could they expect her to? Blair hadn’t worked a day in her life—a fact her dad pointed out when they were going through the list of mistakes they had made while raising her, along with spoiling her, giving her whatever she asked for, and last but not least, the very large trust fund that had served as her income these past four years.

Now they were threatening to withhold said trust fund if she didn’t get a job. They told her it didn’t have to be her forever career, just something to pass the time and teach her responsibility while she decided what she actually wanted to do with her life. They weren’t necessarily wrong  to expect that of her. She was  a college graduate after all. All of her friends seemed to know exactly what they wanted to do with their lives and were ready to get started. It was kind of the point of getting a degree. At least for most people. She knew she was set for life even if she didn’t work. For her, college was all about fun, and she had plenty of it. The problem was that she now had a psychology degree and no idea what the hell she was going to do with it.

The other problem was that now instead of spending the summer figuring it out while soaking up the sun, she needed to figure it out while working her first job. When one of her friends suggested babysitting, it sounded like a great idea. How hard could it be to hang out with a kid every day, right? She was practically a kid herself, so it should be easy. So far, it seemed the hard part was convincing the parents she was responsible enough to watch their precious angel.

When Blair sent a screenshot of the message she was sending to potential clients to her best friend, Marisol, she had responded with a page full of laughing emojis and the words, “Girl, no.”