job hunting is a cthonic torment that never quite took off in the bowels of hell, luckily anguish speculators are always buying up cheap excess and dumb questions are easy to package into bonds that massively balloon their value. before the turn of the millennium “how many years of cheese experience do you have” would be a practically worthless question, but in the dystopian future of the dissolving present, providing the right answer (or a believable lie) may be the difference between meager sustenance and dying in the death rays our energy companies charge you to avoid.
