An update on my not having time to fart situation: I'm quitting the job where I'm not the boss on December 31, unless I crack first (which still might happen). At the end of June I told them 6 months. Now I'm saying to myself, "Six??? WTF were you thinking?"
I'd really fuck up my bosses if I left now, and I like them. So only 157 days to go before I only somewhat fuck up my bosses.
They asked if I could help find a replacement soil scientist. Sorry, but the reality is that if you've seen one American soil scientist, you've seen us both. For some reason, 18-year old college freshman don't consider looking at dirt for a living to be exciting and sexy. These punk kids today...