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You know, it's odd.

My mind threw me an oddball scenario night before last, and I've been wondering ever since.

If you were offered what seemed like a perfect job for you, by people who desparately wanted you to work for them, but they also asked you to pledge your support to an ideology you find nauseating, what would you do?

a) Take the job and worry later about reconciling your personal beliefs and a job that will put bread on your table;

b) Tell them up front that you don't believe in the ideology, won't support it, but will do the job to the best of your ability anyway;

c) Tell them to take a flying frell at a rolling donut.

I still can't decide between options B and C.

Oddly enough, the dream-scenario took place in the White House. And no, I've never seen The West Wing. I have, however, seen the inside of the actual house. In happier times...

Hm.

Sooner or later, I gotta get a hit on this job hunt.

Close entry.

Hm. Friday Five.

1. If you had the chance to meet someone you've never met, from the past or present, who would it be?
Depends on what it would be for. For the pleasure of intelligent conversation, the first name that comes to mind is Mark Twain. On the other hand, I'd love to be alone in a room with Dubya and a list of questions and no way out for him except to answer to the best of his ability...

2. If you had to live in a different century, past or future, which would it be?
I would like to see the year 2150. That's assuming there's still a human race on the planet in 2150. If we've survived that far, I have hopes for that time.

3. If you had to move anywhere else on Earth, where would it be?
If I had to? There's this island out in the Cyclades that's almost home to me.

4. If you had to be a fictional character, who would it be?
Either Han Solo (because while the Legendary Hero was off on his Quest, the guy trying to scrape his way from paycheck to paycheck managed to help save the Known Universe, win the heart of the Princess, and come out of it with his sense of snark intact), or Spenser. From the books, not the TV show or the TV movies.

5. If you had to live with having someone else's face as your own for the rest of your life, whose would it be?
Hm. Could do worse than Adam Baldwin.

Close entry.

Well, *that* went well.

Ever have one of those days?

3am, submit the biggest work of writing of life to the Stargate fanfic archive at Heliopolis only to find out that a chapter got repeated in the cut-and-pasting. No idea how that's gonna get ironed out.

Then comes morning. Go on the job hunt, literally hitting the bricks. To the old place where a living was once actually earned, only to find out that half the people who are left there are about to get downsized.

It's not just that I can't find a job; the jobs people have are frelling vaporizing. Blamed on spending cuts. Blamed on one particular political party. Not the party running the nation, mind you.

I don't care for the frelling blame game. Need to work, goddamnit!

Oh, and the capper? Get back from the fruitless job hunt to find e-mail that someone loved the fic on Heliopolis and desperately wants to find out what happened after the archive cut off the post a third of the way through.

AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Ahem.

Please pay no attention to the primal scream coming from the shadow of the George Washington Bridge.

Close entry.