Summer's over, babies!

And I need a job.  

Seriously, I need to start being a responsible husband and quit dickin' around with this Merchant-Ivory-style living.   I, for one, am TIRED of being chased around the back gardens by Helena Bonham Carter!  For the last time, get your houndstooth off my Damask, lady!

Any help is apprecited.  Lame office drone jobs need not apply.  Not yet, at least...