What sort of job was it? When I was younger I did this data entry job as a temp.

Called out sick my second day. Then just… carried on working there.

The good news is that these things pass, buddy. All things pass, and it’s almost over really. This economy, this president, they won’t last forever. This country, this current set of land masses, this current set of planets. It’s all gonna just…pass. Gonna be just one drop in a lake of space and an ocean of time. Gonna be pressed into a microscopic crease in the fabric of a spacetime already contorted by titanic folds of incomprehensible number and arrangement. Until it can hardly be said to have happened at all.