So, I had the spring break to top all spring breaks this past two weeks. Here is a run down day to day of just what I did with my break. Friday, March 3rd: Started this day at around midnight to counsel my roommate and her boyfriend. She was trying to drink herself to death, and he was being a dick about it. They have communication issues, basically. Woke up at six in the morning to get my teeth cleaned. Everything looked good except the cavity on tooth 15. Ouch. After that, dubbed around and rested up for my trip to Quebec. Also found out that my 19 year old sister is pregnant, and getting married in a week. Somehow, I am left with the responsibility of organizing the notary. Saturday, March 4th: Drove up to Quebec with Shannon. Left around eight AM with caffeine and scones in our stomachs. Quebec is about a five-hour drive from Bath, so we were buckled in for a long ride. We crossed the border and were lightly interrogated by the border patrol. After that, we wandered around the town, checked into our hotel, had killer escargot, pizza, and dessert at a pizzaria in the new city, watched people skate down an ice-covered ramp in the city center, and drank at the pub we fell for there. Went to bed. Sunday, March 5th: Woke up and visited a small hat store at 42 rue Garneau in the old city and got a bitchin' chapeau. It looks really good on me. :) Checked out of the hotel, found out that the Quebecois don't call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese a "Royale with Cheese" on account of the metric system, had a really good crepe for breakfast, and off we went. (BTW, I should have some pics from Quebec if they didn't turn out too badly, and if I can get them scanned.) Monday, March 6th: Went to my doctor's office for a physical. Apparently, minus bloodwork, I'm as healthy as a horse, but could afford to lose a few pounds. Drove up to Orono, and found four teaching jobs to apply for. The rush to find a teaching job has begun. Tuesday, March 7th: Applied for four teaching jobs. Wednesday, March 8th: Visited RadioShack. I have been on vacation for about six days, and apparently the store is in chaos. One of our less mature associates is driving the rest of them nuts, sales are slipping, and no one has any confidence that things can get better. Everyone wants me back. Thursday, March 9th: Went to Target to get Alyssa and Paul's wedding present. I choose a Brita pitcher. Lovely me. I also land the notary: the wife of my former debate coach. She thinks initially that she's doing the wedding for Shannon and me. She is floored to find out that she is not. Friday, March 10th: Alyssa and Paul are married, and after a huge Dudley feast, guess where they decide to spend their first night married? That's right. They follow me up to Orono and spend the night in my apartment. Saturday, March 11th: Took Alyssa and Paul out to lunch, and saw them off. (Yes, they drove two hours to spend the night at my apartment. Don't ask me to make sense of it.) Reported in to work after a week of paid vacation to find that EVERYONE missed me. Go figure. Also, go figure that a week of paid vacation gave me more pay than a week of regular work. Sunday, March 12th: Work. Monday, March 13th: Day off from work. Can't remember what I did with myself. Tuesday, March 14th: Work. Wednesday, March 15th: Day off from work. Thursday, March 16th: Work. Friday, March 17th: Find out that my RS location is closing, along with 500 other stores in the country. Apparently, it has nothing to do with us, but instead that bad real estate is the factor (which I believe, since the place is a dump). I am eligible for a closing bonus (up to two and a half weeks depending on how long we have to wait to find out), a severance package or a transfer. Saturday, March 18th: Work. Eileen, the associate I started with from day one at Old Town RadioShack, finds out about the closing. She is depressed. Sunday, March 19th: Work, and classes tomorrow.