In the troubled seas of corporate America, Sub-Prime Mortgage Land, AquaDad sits in a graywalled box, pondering the unknowable -- will his place of employment survive the current storm? It seems highly unlikely.

The century is no longer new anymore. (Yeah, that's a very weak bit of secret code)

Anyway, AquaDad sits in his cubicle, surrounded by bits of cookie and lots of coffee-stained papers. Stacks of papers. A paper strewn desk. Flotsam and jetsam. AquaDad's morale is a whale and the sharks are circling...taking large junks of blubber away. Hope is dipping it's head underwater and struggling to come up for air.

Ah! But perhaps a new job is right around the other side of the reef! A job that AquaDad can get thrilled about...sink his teeth into...anything will be better than floating around in this Sargasso Sea, going nowhere. AquaDad dipped a fin into the waters of the job search recently. Yahoo Hotjobs, Monster.com, etc. Beneath the depths, the promise of Atlantean wonder? AquaDad shall soon find out.

But first, the ancient map of AquaDad's skills must be produced, Ye Olde Resume must be unfurled, prettied up and set sail towards new lands of opportunity...blah, blah. AquaDad doesn't really want to lose the Health insurance for his family. Oh, yes, and a paycheck.

It all depends upon a paycheck, doesn't it.