There are listings in today’s paper.” Dad really knows how to ruin a perfectly decent day. “Yes, Dad, I’m looking for a job that works with my specific skill set.” I like the way that sounds. As opposed to not really looking. “Which is what?” Dad has the audacity to sound like I’m bullshitting him. Which I am, but he’s not supposed to notice that. “Stuff.” He waits, with his patented drill-sergeant expression. My brain whirls. “Like specific matching criteria.” He shakes his head like an oracle. “You’re being too picky. Gotta start at the bottom.” “I know.” But how far down the bottom do I have to start? There’s bottom like scooping dog crap and there’s bottom like running the personnel department of a small Fortune 500 company. I’m not looking for CEO, mind you, simply a job where it matters if I show up. He clears his throat, preparing a full-scale lecture—in between plays, of course. “That means doing something you’re—” “Dad, I know.”
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