Questionable Career Advice

Yesterday morning, before the eldest's phone interview, one of many he's been enduring on his quest for employment in the Bay Area, I offered up some sage career advice, unsolicited, of course:  "Tell them you demand respect, more money than anyone your age deserves to make, two-hour lunch breaks, three-day weekends, unsupervised afternoon naps, a shapely masseuse at your beck and call, and a limo to and from work." "Absolutely," the San Franciscan texted back, "and my own designated toilet."* "Well, that goes without saying."

* I'm far too classy to subject you to what he actually said.