Summer: What is it

Really, all I hoped to do was get a job this summer. I want to help finance my college education. I really do. I mean, Mom and Dad can afford it, but it's still not something that comes cheap, and any help I can offer is important, just shy of indispensable. So, here's what happened. I went and interviewed for the job at Hillman; the interview went very nicely. I even got a request for a drug test, which I took as a sign that they'd pretty much decided to hire me. Why spend however much it costs to get a drug test analyzed if you're not going to hire the person? I waited a few days after the test; then, Αλήθεια called me and said it had gone through all fine, and what dates had I said I was going to be on vacation? I called up Grandma and asked. The 16th to the 28th. Then I called Αλήθεια back up and told her. She consulted her manager, then called me back. With the infinite diplomacy you must have to learn if you're in HR, she told me: "I talked with my manager, and he wants to go ahead and pass on bringing you on for the summer." It took me a moment to realize she had just said I wasn't getting the job. I tried to get her to change her mind: hopeless from the start, but I thought I could get her to recant if I reminded her that I would definitely come back for the winter season, when I have a month off of school. It didn't work. So, I didn't get a summer job: at this point, it's way too late to turn in any other applications. Αλήθεια has said that I should definitely call back during the winter, but that her manager just doesn't think it would be effective to bring me on for two weeks of work, two weeks of vacation, then two weeks of work (for vacation, it would be about four weeks straight that I could work, and then I would also be trained for the following summer). Dad asked a couple days later whether there was any chance that I would be hired if I forsook Crowduck. There probably was, but I look forward to Crowduck all year; I'm not going to just erase it. "Well, there you go. Yeh makes yer choices," he said.
-So now I have to try to make money off my fonts, having no other real source to get money from. I should be able to get a reasonable amount of money for them, but as yet no one has responded to the question I left on Typophile. And another guy just bumped his thread ahead of mine. He's sure persistent with that Agamemnon font. It's not a terrible font (though it was at the start), but he just writes so many questions about it on the thread that everyone except Eben Sorkin has mostly given up responding to them. I'll wait until tomorrow, then bump mine back up, because my financial fate rests more or less on it. I really want to sell Newt! And get a more high-end font-making program with the money! These things are expensive, man. The industry standard program costs like $650. I have a watered-down basic version of it, which I can trade in for credit towards that sum, but then I still have to pay $550. I wonder if any Typophile people will find their way to my blog now because I've mentioned Typophile stuff. Doubtful. Because I haven't had my question answered, I still don't know the first thing about marketing a font. The first thing, in my mind, is "How much money might I be able to make off of it?" Because I feel like a mooch, and even if you say I'm not, Mom, really I still am, even if I couldn't help it.
-I'm going to write another entry tomorrow, I think. Or sometime soon.