I have no intention of applying for a job ever again. I’ll run my own business or I’ll eat my shotgun a little earlier than planned. There aren’t enough goods, services, intellectual properties and sex acts in the worldwide economy to pay me for the nine seconds it will take you to ask me “so what would you say is your greatest weakness?”

Yeah, that’s right flop sweat. I would much rather sell hand crafted furniture on Etsy or give flying lessons out of a T-hangar at my county airport than listen to you say nine words in exchange for $The Biosphere.