Any Job. Really, it doesn’t matter which one. Marta, Grady, heck, put me in charge of sanitation. I don’t care. Don’t worry about my qualifications, because the person I’m replacing apparently didn’t have any either. Just make sure I get the severence package that Pam Stephenson got from Grady, or Richard J. McCrillis got from Marta.
I promise to do some traveling to conferences around the country, learn why Atlanta’s infrastructure isn’t working, hire a few relatives, plea for state funds that will be totally unaccounted for, and then bail with a nice parachute. I promise to leave things even more messed up for the next guy/gal, so that they can demand and even bigger severance package when they sign on, thus continuing this circle of life.