Yes sir, boy howdy, a real, live job with stuff like benefits and paid holidays and vacations and stuff. And I won’t be driving my own car 100 miles per day and I won’t be spending $75.00 a week on gasoline needed to drive my own car 100 miles per day. It’s a heady feeling; I’m like really old, man, and this guy likes older employees because older employees are loyal, honest, thrifty, trustworthy, clean, reverent and brave and stuff.
A job, dammit, a real job and I thought I’d never again have one. No more of this Independent Contractor stuff; I’ve got a job!!! A real, honest to God job: It doesn’t pay a lot but I’m an old man in Florida and thems the breaks. But it’s like 40 hours per week and I get overtime if I work more than 40 hours a week. I’d say I’m ecstatic about it but I don’t think I can spell ecstatic.
Did I mention that I’ve got a job?