Every now and then the WeatherMan sends out a job application that gives me a vision similar to when Ralphie turns in his theme on what he wants for Christmas in A Christmas Story. The hiring manager, like Ms Shields, is enraptured by his resume. She (or he) breathily reads from it while the others in the office cheer and carry on. The only difference is that instead of A++++++ being written the salary offered has some numbers added to it.
Would you please say a prayer for this one?