JOB WEEK: The Job

Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is the conclusion of Job Week.

Yes, Job Week has been an interesting venture, and if we have succeeded both Stuart and I will be enslaved by the white-collar bourgeoise (that's a word which you think you know how to spell until you spell it) within a qautroseptuennianight.

Luckily, none of you know how long that is exactly, so this whole thing could be a complete sham and you wouldn't know it. We might not even be in Scotland. Ever think about that? Yeah, I bet you're thinking about it now...

Thank you to Anonymous for your useful interview tips including batting your eyes and coming in sweaty. My employers are now going to let me take every second Wednesday off to help me avoid further epileptic attacks.

In other news, we are still waiting for our box with holes, though a special shout out goes out to Sara who suggested naming our future dog Fox McCloud. Damn, that game was awesome. (For everyone who did not own a Nintendo system, please see here.)

And that's all the news that's fit to print! Please be advised that we will be embarking on our second weekend haitus on Saturday, April 4 at 0:00 hrs GMT and will not recommence operations until Monday, April 6 at 0:00 hrs GMT...or when we get around to it.

It's time to pretend,

John from Canada