Get a Real Job

So today my mom called me into her office to show me an email she'd received. It was regarding a job as a "Fair Housing Specialist" -- some non-profit position in Connecticut to help disciminated people get housing. While I have nothing against that job, I was insulted for two reasons: 1) my mom was basically telling me that the job I have lined up isn't good enough and that I should spend my time continuing to look for something better, and 2) that my mom is still insisting that I stay close to home so that she can continue to keep tabs on me. While I, myself, would not be against having a different job, it would have to be something related to psychology. That's the only thing that's going to get me into a good grad school and she just doesn't seem to understand that.