Ok, so it's not a very good job.
It pays 14.67 Canadian per hour...doing Census work for the Canadian government.
But, I had to take a 20-question test to show I can read a street map and demonstrate that I can speak both official languages better than Stephen Harper.
(Thank goodness for all that postdoctoral work in cultural geography!)
I have to work from home. I have to use my own computer. I have to use my own phone. I have to use my own toilet paper.
But, I do get .67 cents extra an hour for the wear and tear caused to my personal belongings used in my official duties.
I will, therefore, have to limit my time enriching all your lives with my uncommon wisdom while I wander around my neighborhood like an adolescent Mormon gathering the necessary data to ensure that my new homeland remains the great nation that it is!
Sitting at my training session this morning--wearing something other than slippers after 9am for the first time in years--I couldn't help feeling something like pathetic jubulation.
After 8 hours of lessons (only 4 of which are paid), I was overcome by this sense that I have rejoined the human race...that my very existence on this Earth has value...at least for the next 3 weeks.
Thank you to all of you who believed in me.
I hope I've made you all proud.
UPDATE: No, no...not the rec list. Now you've forced me to say something witty.
Whoever you are, out there struggling to find some work and some meaning in your life...don't give up. Don't ever surrender. Take every opportunity no matter how tiny and seemingly unimportant and squeeze every drop out of it you can. Life can pick us up and slam us to the floor and stomp us into mush, but you gotta get up and hold your head high and try to be dignified.
Thank you for your love.
And, now that I have your attention, say a prayer or have a thought for earicicle.