Who will listen to me bitch? I think I have exhausted all possibilities...nobody but nobody cares to hear my unemployed ass complain anymore. I guess I don't blame them....I wouldn't listen to me anymore either. Why won't some great place give me a great job with great hours and great pay, in recognition of how great I am? Idiots, I tell you, the whole lot of them.

I am done at the godforsaken faculty of nursing by next Thursday!!! I didn't think I'd make it this far, at least not without at least one breakdown requiring hospitalization. Apparently the student society has arranged a get-together to celebrate at a certain latin club (ironically, a club I spent many wild and drunken nights at when I was far too young to drink). I may stop in for a quick cerveza but I am not going for dinner and dancing as not only do I dislike the majority of the sheep (and I mean no offense to any sheep by calling my cohorts that) but also...I don't totally trust myself not to get carried away at the prospect of being done, belt back a jug of sangria and wind up dancing on the bar with my skirt over my head, hollering "nurse this, ya bastards"......not quite the last impression I had in mind, even for the sheep.........

I have another interview on Tuesday, wish me luck!