The following thought kept me amused for a good half-hour at work today. Knowledge of the hardcore MiSTe and the new Star Trek kinds is needed to fully share my joy. ( Onward! )
I has a job. Working at a factory, making plastic covered foam toys and mats and pillows and pretty much anything you can make out of plastic covered foam blocks. I'm guaranteed exactly one week of work! Which is a four day work week, with ten hour days.
Good news? One of the girls I worked with last summer is temping at the same place, so I actually know someone, and we can bitch to each other about working conditions. = D