I am quietly dying at my present job. I am too comfortable there. I want to do something new. And I want more money. This new job would bring me an extra ten grand a year and would be a shorter commute from secret motel.

I bet they get hundreds of resumes in response. I'll try to get mine together, send it off just so I can tell myself I tried, and hope they don't respond and I can forget the whole thing.

Job searching, like dating or apartment hunting, is about as pleasant as passing a mile of barbed wire through the colon.