Home Again

Well, although I made a few new connections (and got to use the spa's showers) I eventually came home. After only half a days work I made a little over §100. Not too bad.

Oh good, the paper came while I was gone. C'Mon! I need a job. Nothing! Nada! Zip! Zilch!

Oh sure, there were jobs listed. If I really wanted to wear a stupid costume, or sort mail, or let some research doc run tests on me. Not hardly.

Why would I want to cover up this big, bold, beautiful face? Why sort mail if it isn't for me? And why would I let some doc possibly mess up the perfection of me?

I'm sure something perfect will be in the paper tomorrow.