Just today I thought that if I had ample warning where my next post would be, and if I didn't really have to spend any time being unemployed, I'd temp for the rest of my life. It's not so bad, really. Except when you find that your classmates are working the entry-level versions of their dream jobs.

My mantra starting in the winter of 2002 was "it could always be worse."

And it could. At least I'm not this guy.