I have a job. I am there now. It's the kind of job where you can kind of fiddle around doing nothing. For hours. I work behind the desk at a not not not very nice hotel. I smell like smoke and sorrow and my feet hurt but a jobs a job and minimum wage is better than nothing (I told myself through my tears on my way to work this morning). So I'm not making crafty things. I wish I were. Someone else will have to make me this.