Another day at the office, another day of property management and personal assistant stuff and dealing with my touchy Republican coworker who misinterprets everything I say to the point where I'm no longer even wondering whether it's me (and that's saying something). Maybe I've been going about this job search thing all wrong. Via Jill Filipovic at Feministe, I consulted the Job Predictor and, lo and behold, it says, "Elayne Riggs, Your ideal job is a Ping pong ball inspector." Sounds good to me! Okay boys, let me see your b-- no wait, that didn't come out right at all...
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