Scratch the last post. I need a cigarette. Really I'm getting over it, applied to two jobs and have the nanny school on my side.
I got mixed reviews about the failure of the opportunity by which I call my life. Some didn't believe me, others demanded my presence, some gave their condolences, and some just laughed. The other nannies were the one's who laughed. They know how it goes for all nannies in the interview and beginning stages of the nanny world. Don't be too comfortable until you've passed 90 days. Then you can say the family is a success. I lasted 2 days. Fantastic. Please someone give me another glass of brandy. I asked God what he wanted from my life. So much bitterness. Blame fate. What else is to blame for freak accidents.


So what's next on the list? Well more job searching, probably pushing my bitterness into a corner of my soul and ignoring it until it explodes into a full mental crisis. Push on Push on.