Today I had C.V preparation. Let me give props to my sister Megan for writing me a fabulous resumé, I don't have much to work on at all before I can hit the streets that are teeming with other young go-getters like myself. Following the C.V work was the "Scare the crap out of you by warning that you'll be poverty stricken and sleeping in a gutter while trying to find a job" session. Holy crap, Batman, I am hanging on to good faith on this one. Some schools will only give a teacher 15 hours a week when they first start; at ten euros an hour that's 150 a week, with rent averaging 500 a month...woah. My pitiful reserve I built up at America's Number 1 Family Resort is being drained, and every day there's an e-mail reminding me of expenses back home: student loans, a cell phone I'm not using, credit cards I am most definitely using (simply to balance out the money I take out of the bank), and so on and so forth. This is where the Rudy Soundtrack comes in and I start thinking to myself, "Yes, Annie, you have the power. You may be thinking the odds are continually stacking up against you, but you start working hard, you start believing in yourself, and before you know if YOU WILL MAKE THE NOTRE DAME FOOTBALL TEAM!!!" But I digress. No, the important thing to remember here is that Notre Dame's football team isn't that great anymore, and I should really be trying for a better team like the Nebraska Cornhuskers.

What the hell am I talking about? Okay. So, the other fun thing I learned today, is that they get paid on a monthly period here. I had a hard enough time stretching out my pitiful checks from media services over two weeks...let's hope my budgeting genes from Mom kick in somewhere in the near future.

My culture lesson over the past 24 hours is that 'hamburgers' at the market are really 'meatloaf patties', or something of that nature. I have followed through strong and true on my father's motto that, "Enough butter, salt, mayo, ketchup and other various condiments will make everything taste okay." I also had a cappucino today...holy crap was it delightful, way better than the machine from the general store...waaaay better. Fact.