I am happy to announce that the New Job rocks. I came home sore, sweaty, smelly and sleepy and cannot wait to go back for more tomorrow morning. Apparently it has an even higher turnover rate than the Old Job; I guess I'm just good at tedious jobs. Most of the other workers are college students as well, and during the shift I had the following conversation with no less than three of them:
"Having fun?"
"Definitely!"
"Hahaha."
"No, seriously."
"Oh. Well cool."
Although I'm still not sure I'll be physically able to do the job on my own once I'm finished shadowing, at the very least I wasn't so awful that I had to give up and quit halfway through the shift, as a part of me was fearing. It's like getting paid to work out and watch the sunrise.

So apparently we killed Saddam's sons, Uday and Qusay, this morning (our time). I know they both committed atrocities, and it will surely help to boost morale for our troops still stuck in Iraq for this mockery of a war, but I still feel a pang of resentment about it. I hope their children are all right. Of course my resentment could stem in part from the fact that the informant is going to get a thirty million dollar ($30,000,000) reward for, well, informing. Our unemployment rate hit 6.4% in June, the highest it's been in nine years, so I can think of a few more effective ways for our government to spend thirty million dollars.

It's 1:30? Time for breakfast!