When I received the message from someone at the place to which I had applied just two hours prior, I could have micturated right there in my pants (as "I'm" doing in the aboveposted jpg). In a helter-skelter foray for income and an immediate return to some form of normalcy, such a prompt follow-up from a potential employer is ideal. (Allow me to state that the discovery of this position was very fortuitous.)
I have rather mixed thoughts about this opportunity, for it is one that seems as if at least a year of my life would have to be invested. Whilst I'm being gravitated in every which way back toward Asia, I wish not to be grounded in this city (or even this country); excluding the government--which is such a minute factor at this point in my life--the only thing that is gravitating me toward this place is finding that which will finally enable me to flee from the the repulsive forces and the ever-so-intensifying, isorropic crushing forces of inanitiation.
On another note, these were made for the dire need of