I have indeed, as Dawn surmised, recently rejoined the ranks of the gainfully employed. I have accepted a position as a stockboy in the local Kwik-E-Mart. The hours are good - only 7:00AM to midnight Sunday through Saturday - and Mr. Ho, the owner, is paying me in fresh Vietnamese rooster eggs and cases of stale dated Pepsi, so that's OK too. The only things I'm having a little bit of trouble coming to terms with are Mrs. Ho's insistence that I wear only cut-off jeans and spandex tank tops, and her constant intercom calls of, "clean-up in aisle sexy," whenever Mr. Ho leaves the store.
I do get an hour for lunch, and the stipulation that I take it before 10:30AM or after 3:30 PM is something I can work around. Hopefully, I'll eventually get used to the smell of livestock in the back room.