I am exhausted. It took me another hour to get my car and a better part of an hour to get out of traffic and out of the city. My body is weary, from shaking hands, passing out resumes, talking about myself, making small chit chat about every thing and anything, wandering around looking for Michael, trying not to go crazy as I heard about how little openings people had... *sigh*

Still, I'm alive, which says something. My feet hurt like hell and I'm tired, so I'll sleep soon. But if I get a job, then it's all worth it.