The post–war month
It has been a month since I stopped being a student. It has been two months since I did serious work. It has been a year since anyone heard from Marcel Hkusfor. WHAT IS MY EXCUSE? Nay I’m all out of ammo. Since the horrible visit from Mom (like a Robots remake), I have decided I shall try to look for work now. Me, the proverbial antihero with my shiny spectacles, shoes filled with sand and a head full of Godzilla omakes. Yeah right, I’m going to find a employer who wants my 2:1 in Stats. I hear laughter.