My second day on the job was much better than the first. Not only did I feel that I hit my stride, but the school I was teaching at was much closer - literally around the corner. The age range of the kids was smaller, and there was only one child who acted out - refusing to wear his shoes and keeping up a near constant chatter. We managed to work around him.

I sent yet another resume into the aether today for a job in the social service field. Not exactly my background, but what the hell. Tomorrow I have an interview, which is the second round for the Environmental Education Specialist position. It should go well, but I still worry. My knowledge of the subject is pretty extensive (I think), but there's always the possibility that they'll ask questions that I can't answer. There's just no telling... I might as well stop worrying about it. What will be will be.

Why is it so damn hard to make a living?

Here's an old oil painting from my misspent youth. Taking good digital photos of oil paintings is harder than I thought it would be. There's always some sort of glare from somewhere.