Okay, so my interview yesterday didn't go too good. I found myself reciting he word "Initiated" one too many times. The lady I could tell couldn't understand some of the words I used, like "decipher, reiterate" she had that blank look like what is she talking about.

First of all, she ticked me off when she said, we do not pay anything above $10 an hour. That was weird. Travel downtown in the traffic for an 8-5 job and you cannot pay me more than $10 for that. That is torture. All this was said before we started the interview so I guess I just lost interest and felt, this was not really worth my time. I felt so bad for my mum though because she was hoping on it so much, she even had me touch the priest on Sunday to get a blessing from him for it.

*gnarls teeth* I hope this isn't one of my bad career decisions.

I just sent my fax message to Mellissa Libby (yes, I finally got the fax machine yesterday), one of the most embarassing things I've had to do by far. I can just imagine her face when she reads it and says, "who the heck is this wanker?" Hopefully, (or unfortunately however you care to look at it) she will never meet me to find out, who I am or what I look like.

*hides face in shame from her desperate plea to branch into public relations*

This morning when we woke up there was no water, yep, no water, it stopped running and everyone had a semi-fit. The kids didn't know what to do with a cup of water, and I was hilariously in a trance. I had to ask myself what happenend whilst I was asleep, did I wake up in Enugu, or at least Lagos by chance. Those were the hard times of my life when I went to school for 6 years in a town that didn't have good pipeborne water, we had to scrape and scramble and fight and curse for water every week, every time. It was a nightmare, if I wake up with cold sweats you'd know why.

Yet, I realized this morning what I had run away from, the struggle, to a different kind of struggle here. Struggle for a future, a determined pleasing proud of my self and my achievements future. Yes, there are people who live in Africa without water, and we survive just like every other struggle that is placed before us, we survive it. I told my mum, I understand I may have had it hard but I like how it made me turn out, I can deal with rejection albeit, very reluctantly accept it, and I know what it is to want and want and want so much and not get it, but it just helped toughen me for the journey ahead and helped me realize, I can't always have it easy, even if I tried, i.e. by moving to the greates country in the world. Those trials and tribulations will still follow me.

It's 11 o'clock and my phone hasn't rang. I am worried. Slightly.

Why did Bush have to declare war this week of all weeks, I feel like I was on the verge of a breakthrough and his little hissy fit is just going to distract anyone from giving me a chance.

When two stubborn elephants fight, the grass underneath them suffers....welcome to the suffering.