I graduated Magna Cum Laude, top 10% of my class from the number 1 college in the country for what I went to school for. I worked for 6 months in my profession making good money until January of 2009 when I was laid off. The day I got the pink slip was the same day I made an offer on my first house, needless to say I didn't go through with purchasing that house. I hadn't been working long enough to qualify for unemployment benefits. 2 weeks after being laid off, and coming home from my neighbors funeral I found a notice of foreclosure on my apartment door, my landlord was being foreclosed on, I had to move. I found another apartment, which wasn't beautiful, but it was a roof over my head. 6 months into being laid off my partner lost his job. We were both unemployed. I was forced to get a job as a bank teller making one third what I had been making. My job sucked, yet I managed to get promoted within 6 months to a banker position. That job was so unbelievably awful I was barely able to get out of bed in the morning, and cried everyday in the bathroom at work. I found another teller job 3 months later at another bank. A year and a half later I am still a bank Teller, now making 2/3 what I was making first out of school. I recently moved into a rental house... the sewage backed up overflowing my shower with raw smelly sewage 2 weeks into moving in, on my birthday. Then the sink and washing machine backed up 2 weeks after that. Last week my partner got offered a job back up north, he took it. Today, I came home in a rain storm to find the roof leaking in 3 rooms onto our belongings. We are broke. We cant afford to move, and we are stuck in this slum. I think about killing myself everyday. This may not sound so bad. But these are just the high points, all the little mishaps and bumps in the road seem to go unnoticed these days, the road is nothing but potholes.