Death of a salesman

I've always loved infomercials.
My Saturday mornings were filled with Ron Popeil, Anthony Sullivan, and Joe Farago.
I can nearly recite the entire MagicBullet, GT Express , or Popeil Food Dehydrator informercials word for word.

But today is a dark day in the infomercial world.
The titan Billy Mays has passed away.
From Oxi-Clean to the Dual-Saw your near-yelling sales pitches always had me hooked.
I should have called when you told me to....but now I never can.

If only I had realized you were the one available for a limited time only.

Billy Mays 1958 - 2009

Comics = Life = Sad

Apparently to get janitorial jobs I need to get a degree in physics. High school councilor didn't prepare me for that one.

Everthing must go

I'm pretty sure I've reached rock-bottom.

I sit here writing this waiting to hear whether or not I'm being turned down for a custodial job....again. Sadly, it wouldn't be the first time in the last few weeks that I've agreed to clean up vomit and urine and been told, "No thanks."
Doesn't do a lot for a man's self-esteem.

But I'm trying to stay optimistic, I am headed to grad school in a couple of months.
Realizing that few people want to hire someone for two months I've started looking elsewhere for employment options. Channeling my entrepreneurial spirit I've decided to go into business for myself or maybe more accurately I'm going into the business of my self.
So ya, take a gander, if you see anything you like, make me an offer and remember the listed prices are only estimates. I'm open to haggling (although if you get too low I may just break down into tears, which are a nickle a piece)