February 14, 1953

I was sick in bed all weekend. What a horrible way to spend the weekend. Today I hit the street looking for a job again. It was such a rainy day. I hate walking in the rain. I'd much rather be at home cuddled by a fire. But, the good news is that I found a job. I will be getting $200 a month, which is more than what I could ask for considering my experience. I will be a typist again, but this time for a savings and trust company. I'm not super excited about it, but at least it is a job. And, it will allow me to get away from Eddie. I start tomorrow.