It's times like this when I really miss being in a smaller town ... I never had to go more than a month without a job. That certainly made it easier to save up a lot of money in a relatively short period of time.

Things are looking up, though, in a way. I've had seven interviews over the span of three days and I've done a lot of pounding the pavement, so to speak — I even have the blisters and sores to prove it. And now I know that I must more diligently break in my new flats before I even consider wearing them for a whole day. Nothing says 'success' like waiting in a café for your interview down the street, going to the washroom and discovering that both your heels are bleeding at the very moment your mother decides to return your phone call.

Anyway! Interviews, happy, yay! I'm just hoping that one of them will actually amount to something, or that I'll at least hear back from the people who said they would get back to me, though I'm not going to hold my breath for either. So I'm applying for a few more jobs, since I actually owe my mother seventy-seven sent resumés and I don't want to feel like a total slacker. So I'll try and get in my ten for the day and then I'll go and finally mess around with that wonderous Sibelius software that my parents so generously gave me to encourage my composing skills.

Life is such a joy. </sarcasm>