So in good news the way-down-Dundas-West Nissan dealership put on my front license plate for me, washed my car (complimentary! apparently it needed it), fed me coffee, and chatted with me about Paris versus the universe all for twenty dollars and ninety-seven cents.
In bad news I got a rejection letter not ten seconds ago from the company that I interviewed with last week, the first time I've ever been rejected after an interview.
That stung.
My first rejection ever, for a job we weren't sure I wanted other than from a pure "desperate to be working" standpoint.
Hopefully my last. Rejection, that is. Not job.
Time to go back to studying Java for the UHN and maybe getting a few of those certifications done.
But first, I'm off to the bus station to pick up my wandering frenchies.