Sigh.

I'm sitting behind a reception desk on one of the few beautiful, sunny days over here, contemplating my lack of career and my ever expanding behind. I curse the day I discovered a scale in my bathroom, now I weigh myself every single day. This is not a good thing. I'm growing very tired of answering the phone and buzzing people into the building. I'm also growing very tired of correcting people on the proper pronunciation of my name. At least in Canada there's a strong chance that a person will have learned a little French and at least be able to sound out the letters. Over here they've learned Irish for generations, therefore they have no absolutely no background. Sigh.

Everyone is coming in, telling me how "luuvly" and "gargous" it is outside. I feel like a mindless lump sitting here. This is not exactly how I imagined my life would be at age 27. What a disappointment. I am very much enjoying my time over here but my working holiday visa is up in over five months and my dream of being sponsored by a company to stay here and work is fading fast. An older coworker told me today that when he graduated university in 1980 everyone was desperate to get a visa for Canada or the US. He said he never would have imagined that in over twenty years time that people would be trying to get permanent work in Ireland. Who knew? I honestly have no idea what I have to do to get work here. Man, this is so depressing. I've gotta stop for today.