Any place that lets me work there without a for cause drug test, right after the Feds seize my Caddy because they claim the 2.5 grams of coke they found inside was above zero tolerance, can't be all bad. Ah the memories! Mechanic cart races in the drywell basement, NRC forced shutdown, underaged girls in all the bars, 200 inches of snow and a room above a bar with a laudry. All this and the Scrog-man too. Who could ask for anything more?