A job?

Alright, everyone. Wish me luck. In the morning I'm going to try to get a job. And if you don't wish me luck, I promise that I will hunt you all down using various implements of you-know-what-that's-probably-illegal-in-12-states-but-not-any- more-because-it-was-struck-down-by- the-supreme-court-a-while-back-due-to- privacy-laws.

Um. Yeah. So like I said, wish me luck. My plan is to go to a staffing agency. It won't be work I'm suited for. It won't be work I'm interested in. But by god it'll be work.