Last night I was looking at classifieds and I saw one with the *perfect* job for me: 'operator of control chair at an Ancient outpost'. I even called the number and set up an interview, and I was going to try to get the rest of the team to apply too so we could stick together, but when I sat down to lunch Ronon was all excited that he'd finally gotten his dream job - he'd been hired as an accountant! - and he was going and on about bookkeeping methods, so I kept my mouth shut. Then my alarm went off and I remembered that I was *not*, in fact, John Sheppard.
*sigh* I suppose that means I should spend today getting really serious about a job search. Even if there's no way I'll find something as cool as that.
ETA: Whoa, I did find one as cool as that! If it was only paid, it'd be perfect! (And if I only had a resume, alas.)
(And then Mom came in and told me that during that lovely rainstorm last night I'd left the sunroof open on the car, so I went out to dry it, and when I put in the keys to open the windows, "Hotel California" was on the radio, and now I desperately, desperately want to vid that to Michael...)