Well, I ran into Pat on my way out today and she said she's sorry to see me go and wish me the best in Miami. I told her I was still looking for a job in Miami. I don't know what I would do in Miami. But this is my last chance to move away. I don't know if I would be able to go away, because Jorge is still in the hospital. I really don't know how to make it over there.
Well, at least I got my excuse. I still have Jorge to blame. Jorge delayed my plan. I'm not so eager to move away now. Well, I don't know what to do with my life.
I checked the job market in Miami and it seems scarce.
Monday, August 20, 2007
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