I am job (rather than Job)

I still don't know what I'm doing for the rest of my life, but I do know what I'll be doing starting in June. I will be paid money to work with artsy, lefty Jewish intellectuals in a non-profit on the top floor of a midtown office building.

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Chris: How did I know it would be Jewish or Feminist?
Me: Well, all the gay male snarky jobs were taken.

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For the third time in five years, I will begin a job on 6/15. Eerie, huh? The vernal equinox loves me like Barney, like Jesus, like a dog that's just been fed. The autumnal equinox is another story, of course. An R-rated horror story like Saw IV: The Sawiest Yet, So Sawy You Won't Have Any Fingers Left By The Time We're Done With You. Somehow I have offended the autumnal equinox and I have to figure out a way to make amends. Is it because I make fun of Christmas?

This job gives me all the Jewish holidays off!

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Adam: So nice for you to have a chance to get in touch with your jewish heritage.

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Meanwhile I will enjoy my last precious and increasingly warm hours of freedom, knowing, to my great relief, that there is some stability around the corner.