well, i don't think i'm going to get the job. they're looking for bbc english types to do translation and voice over. i am not very bbc. anyway, it would have been cushy. oh weell. i'll just have to take up a hobby. what are you going to do with the rest of your life?

see, last week, after 18 odd years of agonizing about it, i finally thought i knew what i was going to do. go home to ma and pa, pick up where i left off, and get my Bachelor of Ed. everyone needs a good French teacher. except in europe. they have plenty here. in fact everyone's a teacher here and they correct my french all the fuckin time. and my english.

then,of course, decision being made and all, life says, NOT. and all of a sudden we're staying for a while. you'd think the bitch would be relieved. and i was. for about 20 minutes. then i thought, shit. it's decision time and i'm in a country where continued education is for MBA people who already have jobs. my former activity is not feasible as i am a wimp and won't go to london and beg for work. i am a mom after all.

and i'm either too old or underqualified for every job imagineable so i say fuck it.
i'll take up crochet and sell lovely tea cosies at the christmas market for cash.