Slippy escorted me to the doctor this morning. I didn't know where it was, and it was near his office, so I followed him. We talked on our cell phones all the way there. He was giving a great pep talk. I know he was trying to make me feel better, as I knew then all hope was lost. But he was soothing and uplifting and optimistic. I had a hard time revealing the slightest twinge of optimism, but Slippy kept prodding me. It just wasn't there. I tried. But he said something that stuck with me and I will have to clarify t, but he said that I would stay in the cabinet design field. Does this mean that I have a few more days to persue my field? I am under the impression that it's time to start whoring myself out... we need the money. Maybe, just maybe I can still find a job in design. I had a guy that called me from another cabinet shop after I had already accepted this last job deal... the guy wanted to talk to me about a position. Yes, I have already called him... he is out for the week. Maybe I will hear from him soon. Who knows.