What the hell? Out of nowhere Richard just decided he wanted to fight about me not having a job. He doesn't believe me that I'm having a hard time finding a part-time job. True, it's not like I've gone out wandering around to hand out resumes, but that's just not all that do-able with Aden, and since the snow just melted a few days ago... yeah, I wasn't that eager to walk around town for hours. And even if I were to do that, the amount of places that are actually hiring wouldn't even be worth walking around all day. He thinks I'm just all "I can't do this", "I can't do that"... but that's not the reason I can't find a job. He apparently thinks everyone in the world is as capable as he is to do everything. And I am not. I can't do manual labour-type jobs, so I can't work in factories or anything. He thinks I should just suck it up, but... even if one of those places was to hire me, I'd probably be fired in a matter of days (or hours, even), because I'm just not capable. I'm a retail kind of person. And there are just no available jobs like that around. Grrrr... I don't know why he decided he wanted to fight about that just now. We were having such a good day too.