I have applied for a job doing research for the government. And passed the first round of interviews, locally. Second round is upcoming, and will be done by people from Ottawa. The research is centred around the residential school issues that the government wants to resolve with alternative dispute resolution mechanisms, since there is a backlog of 10,000 cases.

I'm hopeful, as I fulfill all the criteria (thanks in part to the First Nations Studies course I waded through in my first semester and the law courses I took) and I've even got an English degree. It would be funny if it actually did me some good now!

Only problem is, if I think too hard about this, I don't want to go and sell another lottery ticket EVER. So, I am not thinking about it. (believe me? I thought not.)

The ex-secretary of Crimestoppers emailed me today to say congratulations. One less confrontation to worry about. My mother came and stayed the day today as M is in Victoria for the Species at Risk conference and I had to go to class. She frightened the children, as usual. When I got home Kirsten said, "Grannie made my BED." Rachel, while I was cooking supper, asked me, "Why does Grannie worry so much? I told her she's a worrier."