You’re writing a book.  That’s what you’re doing.  You’re trying to find the worst job in the country.  Well, you can stop right now.  I win.  I work for the Humane Society.  We take in homeless animals, and sometimes people come out and the find their lost dog or cat, and that’s really good.  These animals are usually pretty pitiful when they get here.  But what it comes down to, most of the animals we get have to be euthanized.  Isn’t that a nice word?  It sounds so much better than killed.  That’s my job.  I take these puppies and kittens that were all… they were playin’ and stuff… and I put them in the chamber.  That’s what it is.  A chamber.  And I gas them.  It’s really painless.  They just fall asleep.  Then I have to clean out the chamber.  We burn ‘em.  We have an incinerator.  About once a week I have to clean out the ashes, too.  I hate it.  It’s all because these jerks out there don’t want to spend the 50 bucks to get their pet neutered.  They ought to have to do this for just one day.  That’s what they ought to do.  Anybody who’s caught not neutering their pets, ought to be made to do my job for just one day.  But what else are you going to do?  Either way they’re going to die.  So, yeah.  That’s my job.  I know you can’t use my name, but I’ll know it’s me when I read your book.  And I’ll know that I won.