Work.  I got a call from the Census Bureau on Monday.  I took their application test about two weeks ago in Bound Brook (I scored 100%, by the way), and now they were calling to offer me a job, if I wanted it.

The job title is "enumerator".  That's the fancy (and short) way of saying "guy who goes from door to door gathering information because people didn't send back their Census forms".  It's a 40-hour week, from 8:30 to 4:30; it pays $18/hour plus $.50/mile for any driving I have to do; and it can be for up to eight weeks.  (There's no guarantee that I'll actually work eight weeks; if they run out of work for me to do, the job is over.)  And I have to show up for four days of training.

Reader, I said yes.

Training starts April 27th.

In the meantime, Bill-the-honeybear is working for the Census this week as an interviewer, after working as an enumerator and as a canvasser (one of the people who checks the Census rolls against actual buildings where people might live).  And he's been asked if he would like to continue, with yet again another job.  Stay tuned.