I spent most of my morning talking on the phone with my mother, trying to figure out when I'm going home. Looks like my big spring vacation will be a trip to Montross, scheduled tentatively for the eighth through the thirteenth of March. Afterward I spent about a half-hour reading about pancreatic cancer.
I am not in a very good mood today.
I called my old temp agency's recruiter yesterday, and she told me to send her my resume and she'd start looking for permanent placement for me. I'm not holding my breath, though, since it seems that I'm generally unemployable despite a year's worth of actual work experience.