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I don't want to go back to work in a casino. I don't want to do night audit. I don't want to be a front desk clerk. I don't want to be a night auditing desk clerk on graveyard shift. My feet already hurt. Why did I go to that interview today? The guy who interviewed me was such a tool, he reminded me of Bradley. Why was I trying to make a good impression? I'm such a tool.

/facepalm

This recession has turned me into a desperate housewife.

I think I'm having a midlife crisis.