How Much is the Kioh Lung in the Window?

I'm starting to worry about this job. I feel kind of bad, since Stirling only seems to be able to point out my flaws and reasons I shouldn't be on the project (or even in New Mexico, for that matter). I mean, I'm sure he's trying to help (actually, there's a really neat story to go along with that about how the nut on a propane tank appliance is like a neutrino), but it's really disheartening, especially when I know he's right. I don't know what I need to know. In fact, the only time I felt useful while he was there was doing janitorial work, like sweeping up the site or laying down oil-absorbant when the piping ruptured. I don't want to be a janitor for the rest of my life, nor do I want to be a grunt, but it seems like those are the only jobs I'm even suited enough to go into. :/

No short fiction returned today. No assignments given in regards to the creative non-fiction. Today's been just really depressing, all in all.

And, because it's just such a cool idea (Stolen from its originator, kanlyven):

Reply to this with any songs that remind you of me, no matter when, not matter what, then post this in your journal and find out what songs you remind others of. If your lucky you'll end up with a soundtrack long enough to listen to for hours, just to remind you of all your friends.

YOU CAN ASK ME SIX QUESTIONS:

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No matter how random, revealing, rude, naughty or pointless
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I promise to answer them 100% truthfully
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Repost this to see what others ask you...

You know you want to. >:)