Roommates and jobs and school, oh my!

Yes, I am looking for a new roommate yet again. No, I have not found a job. And would you believe it? UNO just dropped their photography program, one semester after I changed my major. These past few months have just been dandy.

Roommate: I had only two stipulations when she moved in, which I told her up front when she came to look at the place.
1) No heroin/cocaine/crack/meth/other destructive drugs in my house. Period.
2) Your boyfriend (theorietical at the time, as she didn't have one) will never, NEVER live with us. Ever. End of story. Wanna live with your boyfriend? Get your own place. I have lived with couples before and will never do so again. No matter how respectful they try to be it always ends up feeling like it's their house, and you're just a guest who is always intruding. This is especially true when living in a shotgun house. Been there, done that, not doing it again.
Well, I'll give her props for not being a heroin addict yet like the last two. However, guess who hasn't been back to his own house more than one day in the last two months. If you guessed Her Boyfriend, you're correct! Guess who does not pay any rent, pay any bills, and eats all of my food but does not buy any groceries. If you guessed Her Boyfriend again, you're correct! Good job. You're on a roll. Not only did she get The Speech before she even moved in, but when he started hanging around too much, she got it again.
And again.
And again.
We have ahd this conversation six times in the past two months, and nothing has changed. She is always telling me she wants to compromise. It's her favorite word. However, she doesn't seem to realize that compromise means there is give and take on BOTH sides; she is not intersted in compromise, she is only interested in arguing until the other person gives up so that she has then "won" and doesn't have to change anything. That's not compromise. That's called being a stubborn bitch. Now she's surprised that I'm asking her to leave. Apparently I gave her no warning! Two months is not warning enough? Maybe if you'd listened instead of just arguing the instant I opened my mouth to say something, you would have heard it.
She expects me to have all the respect in the world for her space, her time, her privacy, but she shows no respect for mine.
Last time we had The Talk, she asked me to name one time she had disrespected me in any way (very smugly). Let me see:
1) She's screwed her boyfriend in my bed.
2) She's tried to screw him on the couch while I was sitting on the couch, several times.
3) She routinely locks me out of the house so they can "have some privacy".(Want that much privacy? Why not take it to his house every once in a while? He doesn't even have a roommate to worry about! And his house is only about 5 minutes away.)
4) She routinely barricades the door between our rooms so that I cannot get to the kitchen or bathroom and has told me to just go down to the bar if I need a bathroom (she even once suggested I sleep there!). She does this often when I'm in the middle of cooking supper and have just gone back to my room to grab a book, grab my phone, etc. so my supper gets ruined. She, of course, does not pay for the ruined food though.
5) She expects me to knock on the door when they have asked for some privacy (totally reasonable) but when my now ex-boyfriend was over, did not give us the same courtesy and would just barge in with a snarky "I live here too. You can't just lock me away like that" (ignoring the fact that she was not locked in her room, and all we asked was that she knock on the door to give us some warning).
I would say most of that is pretty direspectful.

Job: Or lack thereof. I had to quit my summer job because the hours did not work out with my school schedule. Major bummer, as I really liked working there. I have not been able to find a job since. It has been MONTHS. I have enough money saved up for my rent for December, but as far as bills, groceries, gas money, maintenance on my car, monthly flea meds and such for my cat, and all of the other assorted things that come with life, I got nothin'. I have applied for everything from waiting tables to wrapping gifts for the holidays. I have a good amount of experience as a server, which is the main position I'm applying for these days (though I apply for just about anything it looks like I'll qualify for). I have had my resume reviewed by several of my professors and told it was strong. I have done mock interviews with them and they said I did well. I can work seven days a week, have a range of work experience, and have good references. SOMEONE GIVE ME A DAMN JOB! For a while there I could not help but feel like it was something I was doing wrong, but after having talked to numerous friends around here, who all have far more experience and far more open availability than I do, I realize it's not just me. Even the seasoned veterans of French Quarter restaurants are having a hard time finding jobs (and, hell, since they're out looking, too, they're the ones I'm competing against! Ouch). I'm also tired of being strung-along for various photography gigs. There are several people I know who keep asking me to photograph this or that for them (usually people I've worked with and been paid by before), and yet they can never get things together on their end. I'm ready to go but always waiting for them to figure out a day, time, etc. It's frustrating because I'm willing to work my ass off and do a good job (I don't do any job half-assed, no matter how much I dislike it), and yet it feels like I'm just sitting around doing nothing, being lazy, whathaveyou. Not to mention, I need some damn money.

School: Yes, when I got advised last semester before changing my major, I declared my concentration in the Fine Arts as photography. Advisor said that was fine; no warning that they were planning on dropping the program. So here I am, four years into college and no closer to having a degree than I was in my first or second year. I am so completely sick of it. I never even wanted to go to college straight out of high school. I wanted to get a job, save a bunch of money, and travel around for a few years. THEN I would go to college; but instead I went ahead and went, mainly for other people. Last semester I was at a point where I finally realized it just wasn't worth it to keep doing things for other people (note to the young'ns! Do what you want, within reason), thus the change to the photography major. I still wasn't completely thrilled about still being in school, but I was definitely getting more and more excited about it. Now that that's been pulled out from under my feet, I'm giving the university system a big F-you. I quit. For a while. I'll probably go next semester since it's still covered under my transfer student scholarship (would have been the last semester that the scholarship applied, so I may as well take advantage of it), but after that I'm out. No more. If I can find a freaking JOB and save some money, then I can finally travel like I've been wanting to; whether it's in my car or by hopping a train with some of the travelling kids that used to camp in my backyard when I lived in the 8th ward. However it happens, I have some major wanderlust that has been festering for years and years and needs to be satisfied.

On a good note, I am completely in love with Fleet Foxes' self-titled album. It is fabulous. Listen to it.