40 Days and 40 Nights, did it rain, children...

And as if to add insult to injury, I didn't get the promotion I was hoping for. As far as disappointments go though, this one was at least understandable. The hiring managers feel they need someone who is truly, truly fluent in Spanish, preferably a native speaker (they do not as yet have their candidate, so at least I wasn't passed over for someone else). My high-school Spanish is shoddy at best, augmented only with potty-mouth kitchen Spanish I learned from cooks in my table waiting days. My skills set just isn't a match for the position. So I do understand. Mierda, though.

Ever have that feeling of wanting to go home, except you are in your home?