After two hours of driving, four hours of sitting in a waiting room, and another two hours of driving… I can now work legally in the United States. Which means I will shortly be complaining about my crappy job, instead of how crappy it is to be forced to sit around all day doing nothing. Once I get a crappy job, that is. I took a look at the classifieds. Truck drivers, hairstylists and dental assisstants sure have it made. But unless I want to work at Burger King, things are looking pretty sparse for me. I’m afraid that I’m just not a dynamic self starter. Not a team player. Not results oriented. Not suited for a fast-paced environment. Not motivated towards excellence. Not able to read Tom Peters without vomiting.