Objecting mildly to the world

I need a freaking job.

I'm going to have to go home again, if I don't get one soon. Nothing against the people back home, but Farnborough is a shithole. And there is no gaming whatsoever, nor are there any decent pubs or bars. Or, more importantly, Southampton people.

On the bright side, my Mage is now 21st level! And looks fairly kick arse.

So, on the jobfront, what can I do? ...I like gaming, and drinking. So it's unlikely I'll enjoy whatever it is. Which pretty much means I will spend the summer once again wishing I had some sort of talent, and getting stupidly angry.

I miss Lou. Stupid distances.

Even if it's only an hour or two on the train; when you have no money, an hour or two on the train may as well be freakin' Timbuctoo.

To any rich billionaires out there who are wondering what to do with their filthy lucre; I'm sure I could take some of it off your hands. And I could almost definitely be worse, morally speaking; I hardly ever kill puppies for Satan. Or my own perverse pleasure, for that matter.

If I had superpowers, I wouldn't have ANY of these problems. I'd obviously have a whole set of different ones, but superheroes tend to be able to solve them by kicking people in the face. It's how the world should work.

So, any mad scientists looking for super soldier test subjects, or volunteers for prototype dimensional/galactic travel, drop me a line.

Particularly if you're also one of the aforementioned billionaires.