I got this completely random email today:
An unsolicited job offer.
In a protectorate that Britain has probably even forgotten is in its realm?
What could possibly go wrong?
I should totally do this. It’s only a few years and Luke says its great money.
Y’know, my survival instincts being what they are, instead of telling all of my friends and family, “See ya again…never” and disappearing into the Bermuda Triangle; I think I’ll just sit in my couch and laugh at Luke’s last name.
Ok. Yeah. That’s unfortunate.