August 22nd

Wednesday

Last night I cried. I cried to S about how sick I am of staying home. I cried about how no one wants to hire me. It was the first time I had actually broken down about my situation, the first time I had let the sadness and depression get the best of me. I know it's supposed to be good to cry, but I felt limp and awful afterwards. I went to bed with crusty eyes and a stuffy nose.

Today, I had an interview. It went ok, nothing spectacular, but when I got home I found a reply e-mail from my old boss from the trade magazine company I'd interned for years ago:

Of course I remember you. How have you been? Your timing is excellent. I'm

looking for someone to take over as the editorial administrative assistant.

Are you interested? There is no traveling involved and the pay's about $9.50

per hour. Leave a number where I can

reach you if you can't get a hold of me or go back to the operator and ask

for Matt. Hope to talk to you soon.

Rick

I literally jumped up and down and screamed for my parents to come in the room and read the e-mail. I quickly dialed his number, left a voice mail, and proceeded to jump up and down some more. I am so excited.