Untouchable

So this not-having-a-job thing is getting to me a little. I haven't been unemployed since I was, er, ever. Hell, for the majority of my legally-employable life, I've held down multiples. And now, here I am, no job...and no prospects. What a weird feeling. I've sent resumes all over The Great White Nowhere and...nothing. It's still early, but all this nothing is killing me.

Ok, 'no prospects' isn't entirely accurate. There are prospects. I'm totally eyeballing a local casino. Treasure Island Resort has an ad posted for blackjack dealers. On one hand, this seems like a fucking awesome job. On the other hand, I can't imagine the degenerates and goofballs I'd have to be nice to on a daily basis. Plus, I'm not sure I want to move into another job that I clearly won't be doing forver. This next job may have to be The One or I may have to ingest The Bullet. On the other other hand, those same degenerates would make incredible characters in, say, a novel. Could I deal and take notes at the same time?