This whole job situation has me in denial. I thought I had a job. I was 90% sure of it. That's not like me to be over-confident about those things. I'm thinking back to my theory of getting a laid-back job in retail or something...book-store perhaps? Who knows. The odd part is that I wouldn't mind working for Mom. It's mindless work. You don't have to know anything specific. I speak excellent French, I have a general knowledge of history, and an slight intrest in random things like are put on exhibition. I have no clue.