Tomorrow, my part-time, temporary, seasonal job starts. Is it the end of all things not becoming an astronaut? I would hardly say so, but I can now call myself an 8th grade basketball coach instead of an unemployed dufus. I’m not sure which is better; though I’m guessing it’s the one without dufus in the title. In no way suggesting, of course, that all unemployed citizens are dufuses: I’m sure some are honest people who are just having trouble finding work; others are probably moochers and loafers.