No offense, Harry. Way to defend your turf.
Speaking of jobs (were we?), the last memory I have of NJ
is being at a diner at 2:00 in the morning after clubbing back in 1988. They had Aunt Jemima syrup bottles on all of the tables, and this woman was going around with this industrial sized vat of generic syrup and filling up all the syrup bottles. Sounds like an easy job to me.
"The deeper you go, the higher you fly. The higher you fly, the deeper you go."