As of tomorrow, I'll finally have useful gainful employment: In a call centre, doing election-related surveys. What joy, what bliss, what a monumental bore; but it's so much better than starving to death and beating killection kops off with a stick. It's only temporary, but it's a job. I am told work is meant to be good for the soul; but, I am far more concerned with how good it'll be for grocery shopping and staving off moral degradation. Also, it means keeping me in Advil and tea; two things no semi-pommie migraine aura sufferer should ever be far from.