I would like a job.
I want a job.
I NEED a job.
Now. I'm going mad here. Please, someone...Santa Claus, God, the man from Del Monte....anyone...I need a freaking job! I'm good to go. The doctors are happy with me. It's not good to be sitting here bored out of my skull and worrying about things.
Not just for the money...I am going stir crazy. Christmas is helping to alleviate the problem a tad, but it will be back to this straight afterwards.