I mentioned to my mom I got my picture taken and if she wanted one. Shouldn't have done that, because of course she wanted to know why. So I told her I needed one for my passport. Why I needed a passport was the obvious next question. Because I wanted to do some traveling. Then my parents laughed and asked me where I was going to get the money to do that. Well that would be when I get a job. More laughing.

Ugh.

I can't say I blame them, but that was not a very happy moment in the history of me.

My parents bought a new monitor, which I had to order for them. As it happens there was a job posting on the suppliers website. It's actually a job I'm qualified for and it seemed like a pretty decent place to work. Pity it's near my hometown. I'd have to leave the big city and move back to the country, which would suck quite a bit. There's a nice city to live nearby where I'd work, so I suppose I could move there.

Bleh. I'm going to think on it over the weekend then probably pack my suit, my resume and some other papers and type up a letter and send it in. Even if I don't get the job it'll shut my parents up for a while, right?

I was bordering on the suicidal these last couple of days at my parents, but once I stepped into my room here in the big city far away from my parents I felt so much better. I even had an idea for that website I still haven't built.

Who knows, maybe I'll manage to get started on that tomorrow.

Hey it could happen!